mum

risotto for fall

in ,
{and ways i'm turning into my mum}
risotto is never a summer dish in my fammy.
it'll heat up the kitchen! you don't want to stand over a hot stove for that long in this weather.
says mum.
so yesterday, on the first day of fall, i made risotto!
mizuna + tomatoes + rice milk + beer + veggie broth + so much garlic
and also yesterday: i found a fourth grey hair.
i am 22 and totally greying. just like mum did.
...no more do i paint my finger nails because "they just chip in a day or two" {that, a direct mum quote}
and when the clock strikes any hour that's really early in the morning, i am up, wide awake, doing something productive.
 i also find myself cringing at the site of anything plastic in the kitchen that isn't tupperware. sorry, trusty hot water boiler. 
before i know it i'll be looking all over for my reading glasses that are on my head, and calling my future offspring every five minutes to tell them about the fresh herbs from the garden.
ahh, but it's ok. my guy friends think that mum is hot.
-yeh!

shabbat...

in ,

{my silly mum! who has a wicked mac and cheese recipe}

...is something i wish i observed more often.
on fridays i could come home from work,
prepare a yummy meal,
then have all of my humans over for yummies, laughings, & good conversation.
it would last well into the nighttime, but time wouldn't exist.
on saturdays, i'd go for a walk,
or read some cookbooks.
perhaps i'd even take a nap.
maybe it'll happen... oh just maybe,
 when my list of museums and markets to go to on a saturday dwindles. 
anyways. yesterday, i had a piece posted on the forward's blog about my favorite shabbats {which were at camp} go read it!

-yeh!

slow down and eat some mac and cheese

in ,


on the facebook feed of life:
my-aged people are married.
 younger people, people born in the 90s, are engaged.
people are winning big, grand orchestra jobs.
and my mother is a grandma {to a dog, but still}.
*** 
last night i donned purple juicy velour pants 
and ate eight kinds of macaroni and cheese.
is that immature?
am i too old to have a penguin collection and sock monkey sheets?
should my birthday cake-flavored sparkly lipgloss be tossed?
should i dye my gray strand of hair?
what is this insanity that is growing up and having a job.
what is happening.

-yeh



{that picture is from dumont burger, november 2009}