Let the Wild Rumpus Start!

photo-20 Behold, what you see before you is my glorious dinner: lemon-herb chicken. Are you proud of me? Well don't be too proud. Despite being super delicious, it was so easy a blind baby could have whipped it together in a more timely fashion. I picked the recipe out at lunch, which is actually a little sad now that I'm thinking about it--the highlight of my day: thinking about future food as I'm eating food. But about two bites into peanut butter and honey sandwich, I thought, "Dammit self, you are 22 years old. You should not resign yourself to an eternity of elementary school food!" So I picked out this recipe and two more that are super healthy, easy, and hopefully, delicious. I felt all empowered and grown-up like at the grocery store with my list, even though grocery shopping usually involves me elbowing my way through the cramped aisles. And then I started cooking and the olive oil started hissing and spitting at me, and then it wasn't that fun anymore. I know, I know, it was really traumatic. Please feel free to shed a few tears on my behalf...

If you haven't heard it yet, the Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack is pretty wonderful, and you should definitely give it a listen. And by pretty wonderful, I of course mean that it made me dream of magical things, childhood summers, and happiness. I am so excited for this movie!! I realized I didn't have a copy of the book here in NYC, and thus felt compelled to rescue one from the donations bin. I wish I could have rescued them all, but I'm pretty sure that would have made me prime candidate for Mayor of Crazytown.

One last thing: I uploaded the first chapter of Brightly Woven, if you're interested in reading it. Eventually it'll be switched out for a pretty PDF, but I did promise I'd give it to you last week and I kinda forgot...