Food52

What a gorgeous photo Sarah Shatz took of my Quick-Pickled Cucumber-Melon Salad for Food52!

Almost as nice as the one I took, right?

Um... right.

Now that you've admired it, click here and vote for my recipe!  (Please?)

UPDATE: I lost.  It's ok.  Dan didn't have a hundred people already in front of their computers in a super-boring capitol markets class to stuff the ballot box for me... and the other recipe looked pretty tasty.  Next time!

Season Four!

Listen, Game of Thrones was good and all, but as someone who's read the books, the series was a little underwhelming.  I was glad to hear that non-readers were floored by the last two episodes, but knowing the Big Plot Twist (which I'll fully admit is a humdinger) a year in advance sucks some life out of the viewing experience.

But speaking of life-sucking (OY), True Blood is back this Sunday!  Posters have begun to pop up on the subway.  My heart skips a beat when I see them.  It's really happening!  Summer is here!

In Case You Were Wondering

This is what happens when you Google "pictures of haircuts."

So, extrapolating... 90% of all haircuts are blonde?

Danger

When Dan's out of town, my tv-viewing gets distinctly lowbrow.  Last week I found myself watching .E! News, where I discovered this hilariously terrible Revlon ad, featuring Jessica Biel and Pharrell and directed by, of all people, DARREN ARONOFSKY.  A large-headed skinny woman was interviewng J. Biel about it and J. Biel was having A LOT of trouble coming up with something intelligent to say.

"It's about this woman?  Who discovers her... power?  When she puts on this... mascara... yeah."  She looked embarrassed.



In her defense, what else is she going to say?  DARREN.  YOU ARE AN OSCAR NOMINEE.  YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS.

Unsolicited Advice to No One In Particular

Earlier this year, my friend Brie wrote a thoughtful blog post about marriage and all of the "Why You're Not Married" articles that pop up around Valentine's Day. In the post Brie took on the notion that all girls think marriage is a fairy tale.

1. I fucking know that marriage is not a fairy tale, stop telling me that.

[...] I grew up in a generation of women that literally NEVER STOPPED HEARING THAT MARRIAGE ISN’T A FAIRY TALE. My mother warned us against Disney movies in the same way that young men should be warned by their fathers about pornography. “This is not reality. If you try this on someone, they probably will not like it.” We were fed statistics about divorce in the same way that the Baby Boomer generation was fed statistics about the Cold War. [...]

[...] And what happened to the young girls like me who were raised with such a catechism? We learned how to expect literally NOTHING from a man. And do you know what happened because of that? We learned to let men treat us like shit.

It was picked up by Huffington Post and it was all very exciting.  

Platinum Hit

What - another Bravo competition show with terrible Photoshopping?

Summer Fridays

Half-day Fridays in the summer.  Central Park, olives, wine, and loafing.  

Meghan and Dan: The Marrying: Part 6 (The End): Surprises

There were two marvelous surprises at our wedding - things that Just Happened, that we still talk about, and which are among my fondest memories of the night.

Back From Peru

I just spent the past nine days in Peru, visiting Biz before she wraps up her study abroad adventure in Lima.  It was a family road trip of epic proportions - at no time was someone not suffering from MBHPD (My Body Hates Peru Disease) or, as my brother dubbed it, "Peroopypants," but we made it through.

We spent our first day or so in Lima before heading out to Cusco, our base in the Sacred Valley, which is spectacular.  We visited a few sites there (salt mines, Ollantaytambo ruins, markets selling sweaters of "genuine" alpaca) and eventually made our way to Machu Picchu.  The train ride alone was worth the trek, with an awe-inspiring landscape and pan flute covers of "Killing Me Softly" wafting through the car.

Machu Picchu, as you might have guessed, was amazing.

We went up to the ruins at sunrise and had them largely to ourselves.

Can you tell I'm still into Photoshop experiments?  I'll post real pictures featuring people I know later.  For now, it's time to catch up on 18GB worth of emails.