Last month, Amy hosted a bunch of us at her house for a girl's night, where we sampled "Fox-a-ritas" and gorged on guac and salsa. I offered to host a holiday-themed girl's night, complete with spiced cider and a Christmas Cookie decorating contest.
Our reluctant judge, Jamie, with the three finalists.
Caitlin, the big winner with her prize - "A Christmas Story" mug!
Mom's been wanting me to get a picture of myself in front of the "BU Sign" for her Christmas card. Problem is, BU has such an urban campus, there isn't really a sign per se. There's a big granite monstrosity in the center of Commonwealth Ave., however, so that had to do.
I sprinted across 4 lanes to get to this location, and then Jackie (who was wedged between two parked cars) would snap 3-4 pictures every time there was a break in traffic. At a few points (when I was sitting on top of the sign, mostly) I got some honks as well. What's more, it was about 30 degrees outside - and that granite was cold!
I'm taking advantage of the fact that Diana and I seem to be the only people in the building this holiday weekend and I'm catching up on my laundry.
Laundry is an extreme sport here on Littell Road. Take one step too far backwards, and you'll fall down the scary stairs.
I don't think this picture conveys just how frightening they are. My foot slipped onto the top step the other day, and I swear I had my first heart attack. I had to sit down and wait for my heart rate to come back down.
If anyone hasn't seen me for a few days, look at the bottom of these stairs. You'll probably find my dead, broken body there, under a pile of socks.
If you asked me about Turkey Day about a month ago, I would have told you that Diana and I were planning on getting sushi and/or Indian food and watching stupid movies on the couch. That all changed a couple of weeks ago, when we decided to cook for a few friends. That group grew and grew, and we ended up having a (quite large) group of 7 people for Turkey Day.
This was my first attempt at actually cooking a bird, and a whole meal of this magnitude for that matter. I'd always casually helped make the stuffing, etc. at home, but never actually stuck my hand in the cavity and pulled. It was a little gross, but I found that if you just suck it up and don't think about what you are actually doing, it goes just fine.
I did the turkey in one of those Oven Bags... and I think it definitely stopped the meat from drying out! It was literally falling off of the bone! Other than the sage & onion stuffing I stuffed into poor Tommy's cavity, I also rubbed the outside with olive oil, season salt, sage, thyme and rosemary before laying him in the bag on a bed of onion and celery. It also made for some pretty tasty gravy (which, in the absence of Bisto, actually turned out pretty good).
By far the best part of the evening was having four men do all the dishes. ALL the dishes. Diana and I got to relax and drink wine while they finished things up.
We were then joined by some more friends for dessert, drinks, Apples to Apples, and Wii. Things didn't wrap up until about 2 a.m... in all a successful Thanksgiving, I'd say!
For anyone who has tried to contact me in the last few days, I thought I'd show you why I haven't been very responsive...
PharmaSim is an intense marketing simulation that a lot of business schools subject their MBA students to. In a nutshell, you are the brand manager for a cold medicine for 9 "periods" that happen over the course of 2-3 days. You're responsible for everything - sales force, marketing, promotion - for that brand and whatever other products you launch during the simulation. After you submit each decision, you get back instant feedback on how you did - in the form of an income statement, stock price, etc. And then you have 90 mins to make the decision for the next period. For this next one, we have the whole weekend.
We ended day #1 in a pretty good position... so here's hoping we finish strong! Our class ranking figures into our grade after all...
I'm not going to lie... I cried a little bit. JK Rowling wasn't afraid to kill people off in the last book, and one of the saddest deaths happened towards the end of this movie. I'd forgotten that that particular character died until right before it happened... so sad!
But in all, a great HP movie! If you haven't read the books... you might be a little lost. Do yourself a favor at at least read the Wikipedia synopsis before you go.
Just thought I'd run you all through my typical morning as of late. Just to set the scene - I go to bed anywhere between 10 p.m. and 12 a.m. in a freezing cold room, wrapped up in my blankets and duvet.
4:45 a.m. - Heat goes on
5:00 a.m. - Wake up in cold sweat, throw duvet off
6:15 a.m. - Heat goes off
6:45 a.m. - First alarm goes off. Throw duvet back on because it's freezing. Hit snooze.
6:49 a.m. - Hit snooze.
6:53 a.m. - Check body temperature. If warm, get up and locate slippers. Make bed. If cold, hit snooze.
At that point, I generally shuffle down to the kitchen and make coffee (it's half caff, I'm not completely off the wagon), whereupon I return to my room and start checking e-mail and the various online tools that my MBA program uses to get information to the students. I'm also trying to blog at this point as well. At some point, I also eat, shower, do my hair, get dressed, pack my lunch and get out the door by 9 a.m. to be at school by about 9:30 a.m.
It's really hard to love Boston when it's so icky out...
Those of you who are my friends on Facebook saw my post the other day... and it's true. All the leaves ARE brown, and the sky IS gray. The stress of this semester and the gloomy weather have me doing some SERIOUS California dreaming... only a month and a day till I fly back for break!
Tonight we had the girls downstairs up for pizza, wine and games.
Only two of the three happened... Can you guess which?
In other news, The Upper Crust might be one of the best pizzas I've ever had in my life. Their deliverymen ride bicycles with pizza boxes drilled to the back. The one thing I have noticed about Boston pizza is that it is all super thin crust... which is good (and admittedly healthier) but I'm starting to crave some really greasy New York style pizza...
Back to just posting pictures - apparently I'm getting "too wordy." Thanks, Dad.
If it's Thursday in business school... it means it's Thirsty Thursday! Every week a different club hosts the event. This week, it was the Latin Business Student Association, who hosted TT at Mojito's Latin Lounge.
I recently received a blog award from one of my favorite reads out there - T at Desperately Seeking Seersucker! If you're looking for new reads, you should check her out. She's a Southern Gal with a darling little Westie, Louis, who gives all of her friends amazingly fun "blog names" to protect their identities (me? I'm not that nice!). T and I bonded back during our match(dot)com days, and I'm glad to know her now that we're both on the other side.
Anyway, it's a combo Food Tag/Beautiful Blog award, and we had the choice of picking which one we wanted to participate in. I'm going with the Food Tag, because I just got back from the grocery store and it seems appropriate (and I seem to have a fondness for photographing things I cook).
1. What is your favorite dessert? Anything with bananas in it! Probably Bananas Foster if it's a fancy place... or low sugar banana jello pudding if I'm on the cheap.
2. Ever tried to cook something and fail miserably? My dad would REALLY get a kick out of answering this question. Actually, he'd probably be laughing too hard to type anything coherent. I am REALLY GOOD AT COOKING I swear, I just seem to screw up when he's eating it. So much so, that even when I get it right he swears there is something wrong with it. A recent example? I added salt twice to my favorite non-mayo Barefoot Contessa potato salad this summer... making it almost inedible. Sorry!
3. Is there a dish you haven't made yet but really want to? I'm going to copy T on this one and go with "Thanksgiving Turkey." While I might try it this Thanksgiving with my roommate... I want to "really" do it one day with my grandma's made-from-scratch stuffing, which involves a meat grinder and other accessories that I don't have here. It sounds totally disgusting - onions, celery, apples and raisins - but trust me it is so good! It's the perfect mix of sweet and savory. Coincidentally, this is another food that I love and my father hates. Go figure!
4. What is your favorite food? This is like asking someone to pick their favorite child. I'm going to go with Pizza. I could seriously eat Pizza every day and not get tired of it. I like it so much, I'm going to capitalize it every time I type it from now on.
5. What is your least favorite food? That's easy - EGGS! My poor grandfather is spinning in his grave right now... but yes I hate HATE eggs. While I did train myself to like omelettes this summer while trying to do South Beach... still don't like 'em. Even the smell makes me want to vom.
6. Do you have any seasonal meals you like? Pumpkin Bread, Christmas Fudge and Brazelis. Yum!
7. What is your comfort food? Home made chili with lots of sharp cheddar cheese and oven fries. And it has to be the Carroll Selby's mix in the brown paper bag, made "extra tomatoey."
8. Chocolate: milk, dark or white? I'd have to rank them 1) milk, 2) white and then 3) dark.
This was fun! I'm tagging all of my lovely followers on this one... Happy Eating!
Decided to break in the new oven today with some baked manicotti...
Yes, the very dish that is responsible for Mary's and my entire friendship. True story. She wasn't sure about me until I started cooking her dinner in London, including "stuffed shells." :) Later this phenomenon would lead to her work colleagues referring to me as her "wife."
So 10 points for Megan for being the only person to try and help me find a costume!
We ended up leaving our Stats exam for this amazing costume store in Cambridge called the Garment District. My goal was to utilize as many existing pieces of clothing as possible to make a costume. Between the rock star and pirate aisles, I was able to fashion a biker girl ensemble.
Here are some of the pictures fit for public consumption...
Jess, the farm girl, swats Jenn the pesky fly.
Jenn, Molly, Me, Jess
Bikers don't hate flies!
Rock Star Carl
Humberto had an awesome Lucha Libre costume on... and some borrowed glasses
Why so sad, hipster?
Roger Sterling and Don Draper dropped in from Mad Men...
This is Tchad from my cohort. His Mad Hatter costume was so scary, I had to kill him with a borrowed knife.
So the moral of the story? Halloween is great - because it only comes once a year!