Tuesday, July 20, 2010


Thanks to the secret wino nature of my father, he always has wine around when I am home and my mom is out.

I am procrastinating by "organizing my packing lists on the computer".

And for some unnecessary shots of this bottle and glass on my mother's windowsill ( anything very specific to her design I call 'her's'. For example, I call this house my mother's house, just because her design is so prevalent everywhere you look).

I don't know anything about red wines. And I always promise myself I will remember the ones I like - but I never, ever do. This is Pinot Noir, Acacia, 2007. And, holy-alcohol-content! It has 14.4% (which, is good to know in general).

Tomrrow I leave for Provence, if I ever pack, and I could not be more excited. I... am so excited.

So, I hope I can log it away in my brain: I like Pinot Noir. But I know I will forget.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Frozen Organic Peaches

The other day when it was 95 degrees, my brother and sister were sitting by the pool while I selfishly hoarded the raft and floated around.

My littler sister was eating frozen peaches and would hand some to me whenever I paddled myself awkwardly near her. I was so enthralled by how the bright orange/red peach slices matched her hair, that I made her run up to my bedroom to get my camera.

I know I sound like a slave-driver, and I am, but to be fair she wanted to have a photo shoot of her cute little self just as much as I wanted to lie in the pool and snap amateur shots of peaches.

Look at that pose.

That is our old dog. My mom made us give her away 9 years ago to my cousins because she doesn't like dogs- traumatic story for another day.

But! We are currently watching her for a month while my cousins are away. Slightly twisted, right? Poor dog.

Peaches! Too bad this butterfly bowl is practically the same color. What terrible Food Styling. I wanted to change it to create a skilled photograph, but I'm lazy and it was too hot. 

ahhhhh....... mmmmmmmmm


How nice.

Its not a perfect world though. Things did go wrong- especially for my servant-sibling. She was sprayed by the Polaris pool cleaner, Bostweik***  while she was eating peaches. (Tried to save them from chlorine seasoning) 


Then of course, Millie the dog decided to act like a puppy, even though she is an old old woman, and do something that was grounds, 9 years ago, for being given away.

She just decided to forge into the tall flowers, awkwardly, and sit down. She also started ripping up those daisies with her little old white face.

A nice, hellishly hot, summer day.

***(spelling debatable among the three of us all) The polaris we named after Tommy Pickles from Rugrats, when he was taken home from the supermarket accidentally by a rich family with a Parrot, and renamed Bost....??,  and given new fancy baby sized suits and bowties. Anyone remember that episode?)

Friday, July 9, 2010

Chocolate Tasting in the Attic

I have been visiting Annie in Upstate New York, and it doesn't make any sense why I stayed up an extra day instead of returning back to my parent's house. She had a 2 show day today which means she was out all day while I hung out in her oven-of-an-attic-apartment, except for when I met her and the cast at "Bob's Barbeque".

But here I am in another 4 hour chunk of alone time, with 2 hours to go. Interestingly... I want to live alone anyway. So this is just good, joyful practice. I however am NOT in my own apartment or home, so boredom has been creeping in. Solution? Chocolate Tasting.

This is what I did with all the chocolate I could find in their kitchen and my bag.

Endangered Species Chocolate, 72% with espresso beans
Ghirardelli, 60 %
Dagoba Organic, 87%

Endangered Species won hands down. It had an unfair twist with the espresso beans.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Wine + Cheese = Good Life

So, I am visiting Annie in Cortland, NY- where she is in Summer Stock and living in an attic apartment of an old house with 6 other people and all their guests-------with no air conditioning.

I repeat: An ATTIC APARTMENT with no air conditioning. And 100 degree weather.

Its hot as hell but- Cheese and Wine still exist. And so here it is.

I have never been hotter. I have also never been the biggest fan of summer because my boobs are like heat insulators and make me feel like a disgusting mess. But, what are we to do? Go on with the show.