Friday, May 29, 2009

Wintour Goat

Now it's time for one of my favorite games: "What person does this animal look like?!" 

They were playing this today at CuteOverload.com, using a photo of "McSheepersons":

My immediate response was (duh) Anna Wintour, editor-in-chief of American Vogue:

I didn't look at all 341 of the comments following CuteOverload's post, but I didn't see Anna's name mentioned in the first twenty or so I did read. I think Jack Nicholson was my second favorite answer answer. Carol Channing was a nice effort as well, though she is too smiley to be mistaken for McSheeperson. 
I mean, this just feels right:



Thursday, May 28, 2009

Rad-ish? YES! Tasty? Kinda...




Today I perused the local farmer's market (they accept food stamps!) and picked up a bundle of radishes. I've always been fond of the crisp, scarlet vegetables with their uncompromising flavor, but had only experienced them in salads. I looked up "radish recipes" online and quickly decided on the simple-sounding "baked radishes". And though it was indeed simple, the recipe required a little more than simply sticking the radishes in a pan and putting them in the oven, as I had assumed. 

First, you must steam the vegetables. Hhhm, steam vegetables... Does this involve an iron? How about taking the radishes into the shower with me and turning on the hot water? Apparently not. After remembering that my friend Simone had once used a perforated hat-thing to steam brussels sprouts, I googled "how to steam vegetables". (Please stop snickering.) Turns out that it's eeeaasy. Next, comes the glaze, which just consists of heating up some honey and a dash of cinnamon. Well, actually the recipe called for butter in the glaze, but we were out. I contemplated adding some olive oil, but was interrupted by a vision of Liz, in the kitchen, slowly shaking her head at me. I left the olive oil out. Whether it would've ruined the glaze, I'll never now. Unless someone tells me. 

When the radishes are done steaming, they go in a small baking pan where you seductively drizzle glaze on them. How you drizzle the glaze is your own choice, but I can't imagine any other way to drizzle. (I just realized that usually, glazes are brushed on. Oh well.) Anyway, the radishes bake for about thirty minutes, or until tender. 

The first bite: Not bad! The combination of sweet and, well, radish, was pretty good. AND THEN... things got crazy and I decided to add cottage cheese. 
Rad. 

Friday, May 15, 2009

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Trend forecast— Indian Summer Alert!

I just want to state, right now, that Navajo print is going to be IN, in a BIG way. SOON. I saw some guy (possibly a homeless gentleman) wearing an old wool Navajo print jacket the other day and I instantly said: "that, Michelle, is not the last you'll see of 1960's New Mexico (or current Alaskan) revival fashion. This retired print is on it's way, creeping out from within vintage couture collections, my great-grandpa's closet, and the couch in your family's summer lake cabin, and is on its way to Kate Moss' body. I will also keep an eye on Lindsey Lohan, for as soon as she dons a Navajo-patterned tank or short-shorts, my forecast will also be validated. 

[Photo courtesy of Fashion156.com—don't worry Rhian, that jacket will be in Forever21 before you know it.]

For Liz

I'm a little rusty and nervous. If this were a stage I'd be pigeon-toed. So, as a warm-up, here's one of my favorite formats—the list!

In the past months, I've:

1. Visited NYC for the first time
2. Attended a prom at Princeton U.
3. Been to Kauai 
4. Scoffed at a cattery*
5. Seen a whale jumping
6. Wore a Blazer jersey as a dress
7. Been reunited twice with lost $20 bills 
8. Applied for a job as a veterinarian receptionist
9. Drank whiskey in the ocean
10. Had my heart mugged
11. Learned to get over it

* Cattery, while not a real word, is the undisputed name my family** uses to describe a confined outdoor "play" area for cats. Yes, they have built their own cattery, with a possible roof-edition to follow, pending the probability of feline escape tactics.

** By family, I mean everyone in my family except me.