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right now:

i am:
.sitting in bed.. three pillows propped up behind me.
.thirsty.
.excited about this weekend.

i’m lots of things right now. what i want to be doing is a longer, more detailed list.
i want to be in the kitchen, making drinks with gin and figuring out which flavors and herbs go well with it. i want to be cooking and having people eat my food.

i want to make this: strawberry balsamic spritz, from designcrushblog.com

“1 1/2 oz strawberry balsamic simple syrup
-1 1/2 oz gin (I used Hendrick’s)
-splash of seltzer
-berries for garnish
Super simple and tough to mess up. Combine the simple syrup and gin in a tumbler, use a swizzle to stir together. If you want a stronger cocktail stop right here. Otherwise, add a splash of seltzer for fizz and toss in a few berries for color and texture. DONE.”

i don’t want to have to be bothered by schoolwork in the fall. i’d rather just shop for cool kitchen gadgets and and find weird foods to make.
thassall.

home again home again jiggity jig

I’m getting to a point in my life when I’m going to have to start making decisions, decisions that I would rather not have to make on my own. What if God just made them for me and told me specifically what to do? What if He did that? No? OK. Cool.

I have a problem: when there are things I should be doing (cleaning my room, washing clothes, packing, unpacking—yes, both at the same time, and getting ready for camp), I don’t do those things. I go into the kitchen, peruse the pantry shelves for ideas then whip out the mixing bowls, muffin tins, and the ice cream maker.

Suddenly, a couple hours later, I’ve made mini avocado poundcakes with grapefruit icing and coffee chocolate chip ice cream. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.



Being at home can be hard, even if its only for a few days. I’m used to doing my own thing and living in my own house in Athens, and being back under my parents’ roof requires me to be more of a team player again: doing everyone’s dishes, not just my own, communicating with mom and dad about where I’m gonna be and for how long, and sharing cars and clothes with Lil’ Sal.

BUT being back at home also means being surrounded by people who really love me and who really know me and how to make me laugh, or scream. I must admit that I’m not always enjoyable when I come back home. It takes a little while for me to get used to being at home, and I’m a little selfish and I want to do what I want when I want to.

Mom always keeps the kitchen nice and stocked. Its perfect for when my room is too messy to be in, so I’m forced to take refuge in said kitchen, and find myself needing to buy almost nothing. There are gadgets and gizmos a plenty. We’ve got whose-its and whats-its galore! Its perfect, and promotes a good cooking atmosphere.



I accidently left the buttermilk out of the poundcake… and I put in half an avocado too much, but they turned out fine. And the glaze.. well lets just say I could have found a more efficient way to get to the end result. Grapefruit zest, juice, a splash of milk, powdered sugar, a little bit of sour cream, cream cheese, and a lot more powdered sugar. I started out making a glaze, but because I made cupcakes out of the batter, decided I needed to make more of a frosting for them. The result is sort of a mix between the two; its tasty though so I don’t mind.