Archive for May, 2008

We did a little shoot over Memorial Day weekend for Matthew. It took him a bit to warm up to the camera, but once he did, it was allll worth it. Kid has killer lashes.

Sarah and I headed out for an after work cocktail at a new restaurant (who’s website, quite frankly sucks right now). What we thought would be a shared antipasto alongside one gin martini with extra olives (Sarah) and one Patron silver with club soda and a lime (me) turned into a shared antipasto with at least 4 of the aforementioned drinks.

We dished some gossip, talked some shit (c’mon, we’ve been friends since the 6th grade. We’ve got like two DECADES of gossip/shit talking to go around.) But the night picked up when our new friend Gay Russell (who is not actually gay, but rather married with 4 children – figure that one out) chimed in. Most of the topics I can’t post here (at least when I’m pretending that I’m an upstanding citizen ……. read: MY DAD FREQUENTS THIS SITE), but what made me laugh the most was when Russell asked “our types”.

Sarah of course answered “My boyfriend” where as I half-heartedly grunted out a non-committal “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..?”

But Sarah stepped right up to the plate. She said “You want to know the three ‘must-haves’ when it comes to Jenny?”

Uh, even my ears perked up on that one. This HAD to be good.

Defiantly, up go Sarah’s first three fingers, “Number one ….”

You didn’t think I’d put them all out here, did you?

Let’s put it this way, by the time she was done, I was ready to give her a stack of business cards and permission to book me as many dates as she could. Damn. The girl knows more about me than I know, or even try to know, about myself. To the point where Gay Russell said “I have the man for you…” and proceeded to describe the marketable qualities of said man. Before I could answer what I thought, Sarah put up her hand and said “Uh, no. I don’t see Jenny with him. Sorry.”

Clearly, as my dating history suggests, I don’t know best. Up until last night, I just didn’t realize that Sarah DOES.

The more I have going on, the less I want to blog about it.

Seems …. backwards, no?

The joke between my friends and me? That I definitely look like a cross between (pre-nose job/blonde) Ashley Simpson and Woody Harrelson. Haha you agree?

Who do you look like? Pics encouraged!

I’ve had some things going on this week that have kept me away from my computer and/or blogging for a good chunk of the week. I realized today that I blogged like, what? Once? Twice maybe? Daily photo? Haha. Not since last Friday. Well hopefully next week will be better.

Instead of a cop out photo post, I’ll tell you a quick story. I call this story “Ghetto Cooking At It’s Finest – The Empty Pantry Edition”.

First you should know, I hate food shopping, and yet I prefer fresh fruits and veggies to most other foods which requires me to make pretty much bi-weekly trips to the supermarket. Well as the beginning of this entry would suggest, I had zero time to make even one trip to the supermarket this week, much less my usual two.

My fridge contained the following: half a bag of pizza cheese along with past-the point-of-being-edible lettuce, yogurt, celery, and … uh was that once a peach? Oh and some chicken that I thought I would defrost and eat on SUNDAY (right, last night was THHURSDAY). My pantry contained: two cans of diced tomatoes from when I overestimated a recipe last month, and about a quarter of a bag of pretzels from (I’m not kidding) January.

Meanwhile I was starving. And tired. Too tired to even order out. So what did I do? Used the (mostly) edible food.

ARE YOU READY FOR THIS PEOPLE?

I put the diced tomatoes in a pot, added some tomato paste (that was hidden behind one of the diced tomato cans – SCORE!), stirred in some garlic paste and fresh cilantro (that’s growing on my windowsill) and warmed it all to make a …. “sauce”.

Took the (stale) pretzels (FROM JANUARY), crushed them into … powder, BREADED THE CHICKEN WITH IT, put it in a casserole dish and poured my “sauce” over it, and covered with what was left of the pizza cheese and baked.

G-H-E-T-T-O.

Who uses STALE PRETZELS FROM FIVE MONTHS AGO in place of breadcrumbs? This little lady right here.

And I’m going to say something now that is going to make you all lose (or gain?) a little respect for me:

MY DINNER WAS DAMN GOOD.

I’m not even kidding or exaggerating a little bit. It was so good, I’m not even a little ashamed to admit it. I think empty pantry cooking is my new specialty.