"I'm scared to say something dumb, because Miz will put it on her blog." -bro and Sal's friend, Little Miss Sweet Corn, after our stellar Memorial Day dinner. #BLOGABOUTIT. Yes, I will.
Tl;dr: The real reason I do tl;dr is because it helps me recall what I did. It's not to make things easier for you. I'm like, "Hmm, shit, what did I do yesterday?" Then I'm like, "Oh yes, all that stuff. Now I remember!" Ok. We went for an am hike, then we cooked breakfast and prepped for a little dinner party. Next I did yoga outside, then swept outside (earn your beer), went to a local brewery, then came home for an outstanding dinner.
We opted to go for a nice hike in the morning instead of a workout class (Sal just loves Burn Bootcamp).
We couldn't bring the dog to workout class. That might be cool (and distracting). We went to a local park and trekked around in the woods for about an hour. It was a nice way to start the day. We were able to get our crazies out. It's good to get your crazies out first thing in the morning.
We stopped for some groceries then got back to the house a little before 10am. Sal made us a delicious frittata with me as sous chef. David prepped the meat and chimichurri sauce for dinner. We make a mean team in the kitchen. If I said, "We're an unstoppable trio," I wouldn't be lying, but I didn't say that.
I called and caught up with my mom and Biscuit. Then I needed a little me time, so I did some yoga outside while Bro and Sal went for a run. They got back and took pictures of me, but this couldn't break my focus. I was unstoppable in downward-dog. Don't fuck with my downward-dog.
Feeling more centered, zen, and energized than before, I chipped with some yard work (or the closest thing to yard work I could think of), sweeping the back pad (it's a concrete slab in the yard). Sal and I put out a table and picked out the decor for Memorial/30th birthday dinner that night.
I was feeling very domestic and was really getting down with these vibes.
By mid-afternoon we had some time to kill before two friends arrived for dinner, so they decided to introduce me to their local brewery. "Hey Brewery, this is Miz. She'll take a beer." I was like, "Yep, what they said." It was great. It's called Something Brewery. I can't remember the name. The beer I got was called the North Carolina Sparkle. How cute is that? I had one and already had a buzz. We were sitting out in the sunshine chatting with a tattooed ginger man next to us. Oh yes, Legion Brewery.
I had half of my second beer, then Sal and I hit up CVS to get a birthday balloon for their friend. You could tell we were buzzed because we went in for a birthday balloon, but came out with a balloon, a candle stick that plays "Happy Birthday", two Essie nail polishes (yeah, the good shit), and a pack of travel-sized toiletry bottles. Bro drove past us outside and made us chase after the car, yelling, "Get your steps in girls!" Sal has a new state-of-the-art Fitbit, so every day is a competition of some sort. On Sunday we hit 22,000 steps. I will claim them all, although I didn't join them on their two mile run. I was there in spirit.
If the weather is nice, is always best to eat outside.
I've gotten to know most of Bro and Sal's friends over the years, so they always feel like my friends too. I'm not sure if the friends feel the same way about me, but I'd like to think so. It was Little Miss Sweet Corn's 30th birthday recently, so we made some kick-ass food in her honor.
She's from Southern Indiana and actually won the title of "Little Miss Sweet Corn" in her town's corn pageant as a 5-year-old. She shared this information with us at dinner. I feel proud to know her. Her sister also won the title years later, and her brother won "Little Kernel." Their parents must have been thrilled to have bred such solid, corn-representing children. There's nothing that says Memorial Day/30th birthday like corn.
We didn't have corn, but we did have steak, asparagus, and a roasted tomato arugula salad. It was so good. I would say it was our best meal yet. We also had plenty of beer and red wine. Don't fret. For dessert there was a watermelon salad with cilantro and honey. We also had to get our weekend's dose of processed foods in one sitting and we collectively downed a birthday batch of red velvet Oreos.
It was a really fun dinner. We were all at "food baby" status by the end of dinner. That usually means it was good.
I'm not really a TV person.
After dinner we cleaned up and watched an episode of Chef's Table. It was the first episode of the new season. It was unreal. What an amazing show. It's totally inspiring. I felt proud of our dinner until we watched this though. This made everything I do in the kitchen look like utter shit. The good news is that it inspires me to learn more. Although the show is about food and cooking, it's not really. It's about people overcoming failures and defying all odds to become successful. The chefs they profile are some of the most amazing, creative, and badass entrepreneurs I've ever seen. I freaking love that show. I can't wait to watch the rest of the season and I'm not even a "TV person."
Instead I'm that person who, when everyone is talking about Game of Boobs, Meth Lab, or one of those other hits, is like, "Oh, yeah, well, I'm not really a TV person." I actually do like TV, but I don't want too much drama or crazy story lines. Not my thing. I'm more of a funny shows (think 30 Rock, Bob's burger, Arrested Development) or a documentary-style show kinda gal.
I am a podcast person though. "Oh you're not a TV person, but you are a podcast person. You just think you are so smart don't you?"
Yes, I do.
The day after this day.
- Sleep in while everyone else goes back to work. SUCKERS!
- Lunch with bro
- Buy fish
- Deal with Airbnb bullshit from some pain-in-the-ass lady
- Do stuff outside like meditate and paint my nails
- SPIN MY LEGS WITH SAL
- Make fish and more food. Then make paleo banana-apple pancakes for dessert. "Wow those sounds impressive and delicious." "Yes, I know."