Oh, Eastern Market, how I love thee. No, really I do, it’s probably one of the best outdoor (and indoor) farmer’s markets in the area. Problem is, it’s about a 30 – 45 minute drive from my house, and I won’t even begin to talk about parking. If I could I would go every day, just to pick up some fresh flowers, fruits and vegetables from local farmers. Maybe even eat a crepe, or stand in line at Market Lunch, on a Saturday morning. Well, if I could skip the line, in a VIP kind of way, I would totally do it. However, I don’t see that happening anytime soon, so I’ll just wait like everyone else.
With Valentine’s Day only a week away, I thought I’d give some advice on how to get your significant other to pop the question, propose, or my personal favorite, thanks to Beyonce, put a ring on it. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought lately because of a couple I met at my company’s holiday party this past December. As Mr. Donut and I were getting to know Jim and Debi, they asked us how long we had been dating? I dread this question because once we tell people how long we’ve been together, it is immediately followed by why haven’t you guys gotten married yet? Don’t you want to get married? What’s the hold up? What people don’t realize is when you’ve been with someone since you were a teenager, eight years really isn’t a long time. Regardless, I hate to lie, so I told them the truth, eight years. To that we got the expected confused head tilt to the side, and then, “You’re not married yet?” To that we responded with our usual statement of, no not yet, it will probably happen one day, just not right now.
No I’m not gonna shave my head, but I immediately thought of this scene from the movie Clueless when I decided on the title of my post. Just like Murray, I gotta keep it real. Although it may appear I cook like a maniac, appearances can be deceiving. I recently sat down and went through my bank statements for 2010 and about 40-50% of my purchases were food related. That breaks down to a ridiculous amount of takeout, lunches from the Deli around the corner, and worst of all fast food. After crunching some numbers I probably ate out on average 3-5 times a week. For me that’s insane! I love to cook! What happened?
I know it’s been a while since my last post but this wintry weather sent me into hibernation. Not to mention, I’ve been eating a diet consisting of ginger bread, sugar, and chocolate chip cookies. Ok, just kidding about the last part….not really. On a day like this in Northern Virginia, when the wind is blowing, there is snow on the ground, and the temperature drops below 20 degrees, I want nothing more than a big hot bowl of soup. However, I would gladly swap with someone who lives in say Tahiti where the breeze is blowing, there is sand on the ground and the temperature drops to a cool 60 degrees. Any takers? Well, I’ll be waiting for your call, but in the meantime how ‘bout some chicken and dumpling soup? It’s hearty like chicken noodle, and is almost like the filling of a chicken pot pie. Perfect for weather like this, because baby, it really is cold outside.