Tuesday, July 26, 2011

A true passion

Something most people know about me, or find out within minutes of first meeting; I love to cook and bake.
I wouldn't call myself a chef or a baker, however there's something about food that is more than just an interest, but more of a passion. Similar to being an actual singer, knowing vocal techniques and taking choir in school, versus singing in your car or the shower and enjoying it. I love the ins and outs of food, and there is no better feeling than knowing how to properly prepare a fabulous meal or dessert with my own two hands.

A food blog is one I've always wanted to start. Of course, the time I have on my hands currently does not allow me to find/conjure up recipes, make said recipe, and document it with steps and pictures. So, to satisfy my craving for a food blog for the time being, I have a little something I wanted to post..


My Favorite Snack -
a quick and easy recipe

The best snack to quench any thirst and midday sweet craving.

1. Find a bottle of beer
2. Find a bottle opener
3. Open bottle of beer
4. Bake some cookies.
5. Enjoy simultaneously for optimum taste-bud satisfaction.





And there! The beginning of my food blog, with homemade recipe and photo.

....well. Okay. Things will get better. Maybe when I stop working 14 hour days or delete Facebook. Regardless, I hope to one day have proper recipe books that I find inspiration from, and to document all of my cooking skills (or lack there of) in my own stylish blog. Just call me Mrs. Julie Powell Jr.

Monday, July 25, 2011

 
To anyone that says alcohol can not solve all of your woes -

I BEG TO DIFFER.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Today, boredom struck me.

It was my day off.

I had nothing to do, and rolled out of bed at two in the afternoon.

So naturally, I head to the tattoo shop down my block to visit with friends, and the next thing I know,

I got my eyebrow pierced. I love it.


The life of a pessimist, yearning to change her ways.
I don't know what I would do with my life and myself if I didn't live in a busy city. I may be drowning, but sitting here in a coffee shop, staring out the window and taking note of everything around me, is currently the best medicine I can find for my crippled soul.