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Korean food has always been my destiny. Way before Danny, I can remember being a little kid with a sore throat and my big sister who has a Korean best friend figured out how to find some kimchi and whip me up some kimchi jjigae. She told me it would make all of the snot fall out of my face and it did and that crude tenderness is exactly what sisters are for.
I write to you from my couch where I've spent most of the weekend watching the new Justin Bieber video (is it too late now to say sorr-yy?) and my new favorite Korean drama. Oh, and I also have a new found love for Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine. I saw On Your Feet, the Gloria Estefan musical and I can't hear 1-2-3 enough times. So, yes, my weekend was 1-2-3, Justin Bieber, 로맨스가 필요해, repeat!
My mom made killer brown bag lunches when I was growing up which included grape jelly and smooth peanut butter sandwiches on white bread that got squished under my juice box so much that the jelly seeped through the Wonder Bread and, looking back, that's basically like eating a pastry for lunch, but my mom knew I liked PBJ so she offset the sugar with celery sticks and baby carrots.
Fall! Fall! Fall! Oh, finally today I shivered every moment I was outside because I was slightly underdressed for a day that was, maximum, 62 degrees and I couldn't have been happier about it. Take the sunshine; give me fleece!
I've been home for four days and I'm feeling pretty crazy. On Friday all of my colleagues came over for a Queens offsite. We worked and had meetings in my living room, played Scattergories and ate way too many Cheez-Its. Then everyone left and that HUMONGOUS thunder storm rolled in and I was very happy to stay home that night and sip my boxed wine.
Today rocked. Dan's been busy with work stuff, which granted me lots of alone time. I forget how much I love to be totally on my own, sometimes. I can take a shower without having to check if somebody else needs the bathroom or I can blast "Cake By the Ocean" on repeat while I spend all morning making an apple tart in my pajamas.
Tons of people are standing beneath my window right now, watching the blood moon eclipse from the sidewalk. I stepped out to walk the dogs and took a peak at the very gorgeous celestial event. And then Dan started talking about the sun exploding and I was just like nope nope nope nope nope bye.
I'm sitting in the lobby of the Sheraton hotel in downtown Seattle in between sessions of the International Food Blogger Conference. I spent the morning (the glorious, grey morning--gah can a perfect Seattle cloud just follow me around wherever I go?) meeting fellow bloggers who I can gripe with about spending all of our money on kitchen props and fancy jams.
My birthday was sooo great! To all of you who wished me a happy day filled with treats, things came true in a big way. Is it possible that you may have gone overboard? I've never felt so loved or stuffed on a birthday and I'm still feeling like I'm not worthy!
Tomorrow is my birthday, so I should be talking about cake but here I go talking about vegan bulgur bowls instead. I didn't have time to bake a cake this weekend because my lovely mother came for a semi-surprise visit so instead of baking, we did fun things like go for long walks through Prospect Park. (I did have time to make a big ol' batch of banana pudding though and it was deeeeelish. More on that soon.)
This summer I developed an obsession with choux pastries, which--whatever. Next summer, just remind me to fixate on something that requires less heat. Ice cream, perhaps. My oven was on for most of July while I beat tons of eggs into a sticky batter, piped out lil choux cuties (popping a couple of crappy pastry bags in the process) and blasted them in the oven to get them to puff.
I went to the US Open with my colleagues this week which was very fun. In the wee moments when I wasn't trying to figure out how tennis matches are scored, I was thinking about how incredible the athletes were. Who knew the ball went that fast? (Tennis fans knew.) Those players are STRONG. (Duh, Hillary.)
