Why, hello there, readers.
It’s been a little over two months since our last post, and Jamey and I have resolved that part of a Sunday afternoon activity should include a blog post per week. (Also, happy 3-month anniversary to us!) We hope to increase the quantity of blogging throughout a week, of course, since it really does set the tone and inspires us for our weekly flavors to consume to write about for you. In the meantime, one a week is the new goal.
We love eating, as you have witnessed, and we have been doing quite a lot of good eating over the past few months that we have not shared with you – much of which we have cooked ourselves! Just this morning, we dined on this for brunch:
Just two weekends ago, we ate this for dinner:
Clean sheets and fluffed pillows on the bed, I started this evening with a windows-down drive home and a glass of wine to welcome myself back from a good day’s work. Jamey has been gone this week, but we’re crossing our fingers that he’ll get out early tomorrow morning. Still, a little reprieve apart puts us both in that homesick-I-miss-you mode, so of course he and I are both counting down the hours until he’s returned – we just aren’t as outwardly ridiculous about it, right babycakes? Continue reading
Since Claire has put me on a wedding diet for our impending big day, we’ve been having lunch in a park down the street from our office.
Today we were sitting and chatting about the inanities of our life, when I spotted a pod of dolphin playing out in the river behind us.
You can’t see them in this picture, but this is the view from our regular table:
Our conversation went something like this:
Jamey: Oh, there’s some dolphin playing in the river!
Claire (turning to look): Where?
Jamey: Op, you just missed them.
Claire: So we’re eating lunch and dolphin swim by playing? This is ridiculous.
Jamey: And you talk about moving to Atlanta…
Since we’ve been neglecting you, dear readers, let’s do a quick recap of this weekend:
Friday evening, Scott and Lori joined us for dinner and game night. The game part resulted in only one round of Pictionary, which it turns out Jamey does not like! Mostly, I just find this amusing because there are a few select games to which I am not partial. I have played a few of these games with him before, so he knows which ones I really do not enjoy. (No need to go into detail here what those games are…but give Jamey a few minutes of your time and I’m sure he’ll be happy to reenact my displeasure. He for some reason gets sick amusement from this, probably because he just thinks I’m ridiculous.) Therefore, learning that he has a few games that can equally wind him is fairly amusing, notably something as silly as Pictionary.
Saturday night, we were all-American and headed to the Charleston RiverDogs game with a good little group. There’s really no bad seat in the house, but I have to admit we had a pretty sweet view:
We might have gone off our little diet that we’ve been quite successful at for the past week, but that was because we had to try this: Continue reading
Like me, Jamey really likes sweets. And desserts. And stuff with sugar in general.
What’s weird to me, though, is that he prefers sugary, fruity things over anything else. I on the other hand would probably eat my fingers if they were covered in chocolate, since chocolate is all I really need in life.
Which is why this conversation did not surprise me in the least:
Claire: What do you think of angel food cake?
Jamey: Meh. [Translation: I’m not motivated to care.]
Claire: What would you think of angel food cake if it looked like this and was on our gorgeous registry cake stand?
Angel food. With strawberries. On a cake stand. Simple, really.
Jamey: (serious pause.) Meh…? [Translation: I could be convinced.]
As you can see, I have a lifetime conflict ahead of me.
If we don’t have any plans on a weekend, Jamey and I usually use our time to take care of errands and do a fair amount of shopping. This often involves multiple trips to the grocery store. On the weekends, we tend to cook long, lingering meals that require an early start time (see: sous vide or smoker), leaving us with the rest of the day to do what we want. We’ll then pull out the cooked food when we’re ready to eat that evening.
One of my favorite Saturday rituals is to visit The Vegetable Bin. Sadly, Jamey and I can never make it here other nights of the week due to our commute, so it’s the only day we can stock up on our favorite cheap, local veggies and fruits. We were able to make it up there this past Saturday after our day of house hunting and other things, and picked up a few edibles that fit just perfectly with the Sunday night dinner I was envisioning.
Fruits and veggies from the Vegetable Bin, artistically portrayed.
As a bit of a companion-piece to Claire’s post yesterday, I figured I’d add a little additional information about Sous Vide-ing.
When I first described Sous Vide cooking to my mother she immediately said, “Cooking in plastic bags?! That’ll give you cancer!” Now, my mom’s oncological background aside, the idea of cooking something in a plastic baggy is a little scary until you know more about it.
This is what our Sous Vide Supreme looks like.