If I Were 14 Years Old . . . March 3, 2008
Posted by Emily in : American Idol , 3commentsDavid and I are hooked on American Idol. Yes, we admit it. We’ve been faithful watchers of the show since the first season in 2002. This year, we both love David Archuleta! We haven’t been excited about a contestant since Carrie Underwood, so we are very excited for this season.
If I were 14 years old, I would have a celebrity crush on this kid. I mean, not only is he a cute Mormon boy from Utah who can REALLY sing, but he has good teeth! And I am secretly obsessed with straight teeth . . .
However, his eyebrows need some taming and he is short which is “unforgivable”, so I would only have a “secret celeb crush” on him. Vote for him! We love his voice so much, we downloaded the song he sang last week (Imagine) so we could listen to it over and over again.
“Kneading” Some Bread March 3, 2008
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Family, Friends, Saba , 4commentsIn my previous life, I was not known for cooking. (My friends liked me for other reasons . . . like my ability to spout out mindless celebrity facts, and other unimportant things.) In fact, I was known to NOT COOK. I sometimes have a hard time following directions because you have to PAY ATTENTION TO ALL THOSE WORDS to get the recipe right. I mean, who has time to be bossed around by a book? Now, those days are long gone since moving to Saba. I literally had no choice but to learn how to cook out of desire for home cooked food and out of shear boredom. (What else was I going to do with my time?)
Here’s the deal, I HATE to get my hands dirty. I know HATE is a strong word, but this is exactly how I feel about sticky, dirty, wet nastiness in between my fingers. YUCK. Making bread is obviously a stretch since you HAVE TO KNEAD THE BREAD to make it turn out right. Unfortunately, the process of KNEADING makes a mess on your counter and your hands. I had to close my eyes and pretend I was in a “happy place” as I kneaded this bread, purposefully making a “MESS” on my counter.
The end result was worth it though. I have such fond memories of my mom making 10 loaves of bread every day (this is not a joke). The warm bread smell would inevitably make its way to my nose all the way around the corner to my friend Katie’s house and we would all (meaning the entire neighborhood) show up just in time to eat HOT, STRAIGHT OUT OF THE OVEN HOMEMADE BREAD. Yes, my friends were all jealous that their mom’s didn’t slave away ALL DAY to make them this delicious treat.
So, this is proof for my family (who seriously won’t believe I know how to operate a mixer). It is true, you can teach an old dog new tricks.
