Do you ever have those weeks when you feel like the biggest, most accident-prone lummox alive? Those weeks when you think, “I’m going to stay right here, inside my house, and maybe just right in this chair, until I’m feeling safe enough to be around people and stuff again”? For me, last week was one of those weeks.
It all began two Sundays ago, when E and I returned from visiting NY for our Dad’s birthday. After a four hour car ride and a trip to the grocery store immediately upon returning home because I was starving, and there was no food to be eaten, all I wanted to do was put on some comfy pants and kick back with a glass of wine. If you’re a regular reader, you may remember me mentioning the overflowing dresser drawers in my closet a couple weeks ago. Being difficult to close, these drawers often just remain open, thanks to my laziness. Also, my closet (which can be referred to as a walk-in closet in only the most literal sense, as one can indeed talk a few steps into it) does not contain a working light. I’d run my shoulder into an open drawer a couple of times and thought, “ow, I should really close these more.” But on Sunday, as I went barreling into my dark closet, reaching down to grab comfy things from a bottom compartment, it was my face that made contact with the corner of an open drawer.
Last week, we talked about one of the simple little things turned newest obsession that came out of Easter dinner. Today, we’re going to talk about the other: pear-infused honey syrup.
(I am pretty excited about this post, you guys. First of all, this syrup is dang delicious, especially with just the slightest hint of thyme added to it. And second, I get to talk about one of my favorite Vermont businesses, whose raw honey and booze [yep, they do both] are rarely absent from my kitchen and liquor cabinet. We’ll talk more about this in a moment. I just wanted you to know that I’m psyched.)
For everyone that celebrated Easter this past weekend, I hope you had a great time! I hosted again this year (and gave a little run-down of the menu on Saturday), and we had a blast. Good friends + good food + many emptied bottles of champagne = best. easter. ever.
While I was extremely happy with the way all the dishes turned out (despite the fact that we ate about an hour later than I intended), the stars in my eyes were two very simple things that I prepared the night before. So much so that I actually remade both so I could tell you all about them. We’ll talk about the other next week. (I’m super psyched for that, as I think I actually managed to improve it the second time around with the slightest of tweaks. Also, it involves booze. Huzzah.) But right now, we’re going to talk about my new favorite condiment: pickled mustard seeds.
Today’s rewind will be short and sweet, because I am exhausted and I have a million things to do to prepare for tomorrow. (Not a good combination!) I had yesterday off, and when I got out of bed at 7:30am, I decided maybe I should straighten up my room a little. I then proceeded to tear apart my entire apartment in an epic fit of spring cleaning. My props are now neatly stacked on an actual shelf. My scarves and sunglasses have been arranged in colorful, rainbow order. Those barely-visible-until-you-stand-on-a-chair cobwebs in the ceiling corners are no more. The entire day flew by. Before I knew it, it was 4:00pm, and I hadn’t paused once. Not for morning coffee. Not for food. Not for Easter shopping (which I had originally planned on doing in the morning). I then devoured a cold, leftover burrito half and washed it down with a beer, and all I wanted to do was take a nap. But I drank an espresso instead, and I just felt weird and crazy. I got up at 6:30am today, despite still feeling rather exhausted (and achy). Then I accidentally taught my cat to high-five this morning and considered just going back to bed, because the day is clearly just going to be downhill from here. But, tomorrow is Easter, and I’m hosting, and I’m psyched! So I just wanted to say hey and give you guys a little run-down of my menu. And I’d love to hear what you’re planning too!
This week, I am restless. Our Spring began with nearly a foot of fresh snow on the ground, and I spent the past several days glaring at the dreary, dull-white landscape outside my desk window, feeling rather unenthused about everything. (Don’t worry, I promise my entire post isn’t this grumpy. It gets better, and there’s booze!)
For me, yesterday was the first day of Spring. I say this because it was the first day this year that I opted to walk rather than drive to the UPS drop box near my house. When I say near, I mean three blocks away. And when I say three blocks, I mean three Burlington blocks, which is maybe the equivalent of one block in NYC. It’s less than a mile walk, total. I hate winter. And having to put band-aids on my feet every time I want to walk downtown so I don’t get boot blisters-turned-calluses.