beer + cheese | superbowl sunday

February 5, 2012 § Leave a comment

Super Bowl Sunday is always a great excuse to munch on saltycrunchy snacks and hang out with friends. If you’re still planning your menu or potluck contribution check out this article from NPR about beer and cheese pairings.

Super Bow aside, personally I’m keeping that article around for future get-togethers and happy hours.

Some of Bill Chappel’s recommendations include Fresh Goat Cheese + Saison. {a light, pale ale with fruit and spice flavors similar to a hefeweizen}

And Sheep’s Milk Cheese + Brown Ale.

I can certainly get into beer drinking when it looks like this!

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birfday

January 28, 2012 § 1 Comment

I had a fantastic birthday week. Kicked it off on Sunday with banana whole wheat pancakes at Magnolia Cafe with my parents and had dinner at my in-laws, feasting on my father-in-law’s great smoked chicken. On my actual birthday, my cute students (11th graders can be cute) sang to me and Taylor treated me to lunch at Second where I enjoyed a really cool and very savory Black and Blue pizza –decked out with black truffle oil, blue cheese, dates and pork belly confit. It was all sorts of harmonious gloriousness.

My bible study met at my house that night and my dearestinthewholeworld friend Megan surprised me with an awesome fruit pizza. She had no idea I loved fruit pizza but I’d say knows me pretty well to have guessed accurately! We all talked, snacked and drank wine. A great evening.

For Christmas, Taylor had given me a gift certificate for a facial and I decided to capitalize on the spirit of the week’s festivities and book it for Friday afternoon. So I enjoyed a relaxing facial and a walk with Penelope in the glorious, sunny mid-70s January Friday afternoon.

And last night we went to Uchiko and I basked in tempura squid ink shag roll heaven. #blessed

Oh and here’s a little nugget of fun:

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A Happy Hour | a short story.

January 20, 2012 § 1 Comment

Taylor was out of town this week so I treated myself to a happy hour or two in his absence. On Wednesday, I left the house where I’d been tutoring at about 5:30 and booked it into downtown in hopes of arriving at Eddie V’s with a good chunk of happy hour still remaining. I navigated the traffic and tight streets and by 6:00 found a decent spot for The Behemoth Tahoe I was piloting with deft skill and speed. Satisfied with the ample amount of remaining happy hour time in which I had to luxuriate, I jumped from Bruiser (The Behemoth) to pay the meter. To discover I had no wallet.

#fail.

What do you do? What do I do? I’m not meeting someone who can cover me and let me pay them back. I’m not calling someone to forge their way into downtown at 6pm to deliver my wallet to me.

I laugh at myself. And remount Bruiser my trusty steed. Take me home, Bruiser. Let us together leave downtown at 6pm with everyone else in the greater Austin area. Let us camp in rows alongside our idling friends with the sunset in our eyes. We shall not look at the clock nor into the rear view mirror as the minutes of happy hour slip slowly away from our (growing ever more) hungry grasp and the house of warm bread, tuna tartar and $5 wine fades off beyond the river. We were so close. This is not a happy hour.

Meanwhile, back at home, my wallet, snugly sequestered in my teaching tote, was oblivious to the strength of my desire to summon it with supernatural enchantments. Accio, wallet! I weighed my options and made a mental pro-con list.
Option A: Go home in traffic. Eat somewhere else.
Option B: Go home in traffic. Go back to Eddie V’s. Miss happy hour. Enjoy the ambiance and a $30 dinner
Option C: Go home in traffic. Go back to Eddie V’s. Miraculously not miss happy hour. Enjoy the ambiance and an $18 dinner
Option D: Enter Eddie V’s sans-wallet. Hope to not get carded. Hope to pay for drinks, dinner and parking by flashing bosoms sweet talking the bartender or removing my wedding ring and flirting with the gentlemen rationally explaining the situation shredding my clothes and begging on the corner of 5th street.

See, I had to eat dinner, that was conclusive, but for dinner I wanted warm bread, half-price tuna, $5 wine, a jazz band, dim lights and my Nook. (I’m reading My Name is Mary Sutter butthatsirrelevantrightnow) It was determined that if I were to go home, retrieve the wayward wallet and head right back to Eddie V’s, really the worst case scenario would be that I would miss happy hour. If I were to go home, retrieve said wallet and go somewhere else I would waste time, hungry time, trying to both decide where to go and wishing it were Eddie V’s. I decided to count my losses. I will toss out the high-quality-dinner-for-low-quantity-dough triumph of this whole experience, and I will go back. I’m looking at you, wallet.

(Did you know conversation hearts come in Spanish?!)

6:15. Traffic going home was miraculously not horrible. I made excellent time. Small buds of hope blossom. There is faint glimmer of possibility. Wafting wafting is smell of victory over wayward wallet.

Penny was confused by my brief return and rapid departure.

6:17. I rejoined Bruiser and we retraced our steps.

6:35. Friends. I made it back for happy hour. I scored an excellent parking spot, well located and free after 6pm. I entered the bar, or rather, ahem, the “V Lounge,” found a chair (on the pro list of flying solo), and subsequently thoroughly enjoyed my bargain dining experience in a lovely ambiance. It was everything I hoped and dreamed it would be and was made even more lovely by the sweet knowledge that, despite the unfavorable odds, I still been triumphant in securing a high quality dinner for low quantity dough.

Then it got better. They charged me full price for my wine and when I said something about it, (you better bet your britches I said something about it; I didn’t pilot Bruiser the Behemoth like a bat out of hell to get charged full price.) the bartender took one of the glasses off the bill.

That wayward wallet sallied out of le “V Lounge” a mere $15 lighter.

Con: husband out of town. Pro: notes. and solo bar chairs during happy hour.

Resolved.

January 1, 2012 § 2 Comments

Here’s to baking more bread, reading more old books and wishing I had some smoked salmon lying about to make this my breakfast atop my bagels.

“Eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably.” — C.S. Lewis

Happy 2012!

la boite + link love

October 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

Recently, Taylor treated me to a mid-week lunch date at La Boite where they serve French pastries and tweet their daily sandwich specials each morning. La Boite just opened a second location downtown on Wednesday and is getting lots of local love.

Chicken salad. Tea. Lemonade. Baguette bread. Al fresco.

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A great Wall Street Journal article about 10 timeless home decor stylistic staples.

Chilling wine with a corkcicle?! I want one!

I’m not at all into celebrity stalkingossip reports, but Suri’s burn book is absolutely hilarious.

A Canadian man spent the last 11 years walking around the world. Truth.

Along the lines of outlandish international adventures, New Zealand penguins need sweaters. Knitting pattern included in the petition for aid.

Sick of your Dr. Pepper flavored Lip Smackers? Try Butter lip balm. Two words. Paula.Would.

Big D + State Fair

October 21, 2011 § 1 Comment

We’re going on a minication to Dallas this weekend! Excited to relax, eat and hang out at the fair. Pictures and food reviews will follow!




Spiced Beer Bread + Link Love

October 15, 2011 § 1 Comment

Shiner Bock Spiced Beer Bread
INGREDIENTS
3 c. all purpose flour
4 & 3/4 t. baking powder
1 & 3/4 t. salt
spices {1 t. cinnamon + 1/4 t. nutmeg + 1/4 t. cloves}
1/2 c. brown sugar
12 fl. oz. beer
1/4 c. butter, melted
DIRECTIONS
Heat oven to 375. Lightly grease a 9×5 in baking dish. Whisk dry ingredients together. Add beer slowly and mix just until moistened. Pour into baking dish and top with melted butter. Bake 45 minutes. Cool on wire rack.

Originally made this ages ago and posted it here. Revived it and added some spices. Perfect for a Saturday morning of football. Best warm, right out of the oven when the top and sides are all criiiiiispy. Serve with honey + butter.

Love me some baked goods. From a farmer’s market foray over at a great new food blog discovery that’s had me pouring through the archives the last couple of days.

More art display ideas, though I think this picture was making the pinterest rounds because of the pillows.
Speaking of art. Geoffrey Johnson. OMG. Somewhere between Caillebotte’s Rainy Day and Turner, this one here. Christmas list?

 

Murray’s Cheese shop in NYC. Be still my heart.

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News to me. Did y’all know they found an 18th Century shipwreck as they excavated the World Trade Center site?

Speaking of baking with beer. Taylor likes Hefeweizens; wonder if he’d like these cupcakes or if I’d first have to hide the fact that there was beer in them. {More tales of spousal food deception and skepticism, in addition to the above beer bread, here 1, 2, 3 and 4 } So curious to try them.

SUCH a fascinating insight into fashioning the space suit and all the historical, global, political and societal implications. Sounds weird but I promise you’ll be fascinated.

Fun new book. Awesome illustrations. Perfect for accidental learning. Just like my hero David Macaulay.

Never watched the new show Pan Am but this was a great interview of an original flight attendant about the early days of the stewardess vocation.

Mustached American of the Year Awards. Who knew? So funny. Hermain Cain is up. Go look at the site and the other nominees. Cast your vote if so inclined.

Great Gatsby is coming to the big screen! With Leo D! I’m there. It’s going to be awesome. Class field trip??

That’s all. Happy Saturday. Go make some beer bread. Bet you have all the ingredients and you won’t regret it.

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