Cool site I came across in my internet stumblings. Enjoy!

Oh HELL NO, Facebook, I will NOT become a fan of the Cincinnati Bengals!

Anyone want to buy it for me?

Homemade Funnel Cakes!

Let me prefice this by saying that I seriously have the best boyfriend ever. When I found out I had celiac, I was upset about never again eating these few things: perfect flaky toast, Subway meatball subs, pizza and funnel cakes. True story. I’ve done pretty well for the past 10 - 12 years but fairs and carnivals always make me a little sad that I can’t indulge in the disgustingly greasy, sweet goodness of a funnel cake. Enter Monday night. Mike mixed up some gluten-free batter and made me a whole batch of funnel cakes. Truth be told, I couldn’t finish them and some met their fate with the trash but they were good. Really, really good. You should make them for your favorite friend.

1 egg
2/3 cup milk
2 tbsp. sugar
1 1/4 cup flour (I use Sylvan Border Farms, but any all-purpose GF flour will do)
1/4 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking powder

1. In a deep skillet, heat about two cups of oil over medium-high heat until hot. Test the temperature by dropping a pinch of flour into the hot oil. If it sizzles right away without smoking, it’s perfect.

2. Beat egg and milk. Mix all other ingredients in a separate bowl and slowly add to the egg mixture, beating until smooth.

3. Using a funnel, drop into hot oil working from center outwards in a web pattern. (You can use a gallon sized freezer bag instead of a funnel by pouring the batter into the bag, snipping off a small corner of it, and squeezing the batter into the oil.)

4. Cook for about 2-3 minutes, remove from the oil when golden brown and crispy.

5. Sprinkle with powdered sugar and serve.

I’ve been getting super stressed out lately and it’s started to take a toll on everything - my productivity, my relationships, even my health. The other day I had a great conversation and decided to make an executive decision to live in the moment at all times. This isn’t the first time I’ve come to this realization but it’s the first time I’m actually REALLY trying to practice what I preach. When you’re with someone, be WITH them. When you’re focused on something, FOCUS on it. The past is not the present, so why let it affect who I am today? Am I getting too new age on you? नमस्ते

Mouse in the House

Last night I came home and made Mike brownies because he had a long day at work. Things were going well until he got home and went to change. This is how things progressed:

Mike: “Hey babe, bring me a big tupperware.”

Me: “Umm…I don’t think we have any, why?”

Mike: “I think you should come here.”

Me, elbow-deep in dish soap: “Hold on.”

I half dried off and walked into my bedroom where Mike was standing over his clothes in the corner.

Me: “Wha - AHHH!!!!!!”

Mike: “So I need a big tupperware to scoop him out.”

Me: “We should put Miles in there and let him get it.”

We put Miles, literally, on top of the mouse. Nothing. He jumped off and laid down on the floor. Great predator. Apparently all that time he spends attacking our feet under the covers has done nothing for his hunting skills.

To Mile’s defense, we later realized that he had probably already injured the little guy (he couldn’t move his front legs and his ribs were broken) and left him in the clothes as a gift. We let Miles have a look at him after we’d scooped him into a bowl and he went nuts, snatched the mouse by the head and refused to let go. (Mike, in typical boy fashion during all of this: “AWESOME! Miles that’s so sweet!”)

One of the reasons I bought Miles in the first place was to kill mice and bugs that may wander into my place. Despite his feeble attempt to attack when we wanted him to, it looks like he’s doing his job!

Moral of the story: If you want half-dead mice instead of fully live ones, get a cat. But don’t show the cat the half dead mouse after you’ve picked it up. No good can come from that.

Second moral of the story: When there is a mouse in your house, you will inevitably burn the brownies.

Marvin, Maux, Michael and Nick serenade me (and the rest of the restaurant) on the UES in NYC.

A few weeks ago, my friend Julia was in town from D.C. and we ventured to Brooklyn for a friend’s birthday party. Upon arrival we were met with Chinese throwing stars, rooftop jungle gyms and hand crafted light sabers. Adventure central. Here are 2 of my favorite pictures of the night. For more, check out the Facebook album.

New shoes, new shoes! The wait for the sale prices was worth it! I got both of these for the price of one! YESSSS, bargain shopping at it’s finest.

Mike posted this today and I’ve been listening to it all morning. Check it out!