Current Obsessions

1. Chin heads are so 1996. Why don't you all come to my apartment and we'll drink Surge and listen to Kris Kross and glue googly eyes to our upside-down faces, kay?

2. This skirt is so great, even though it would make me look like I was hiding a Sherman Klump butt under there. Impractical unflattering things are theeeee best.

3.

I will give five dollars to whoever buys these and wears them with an amoeba-print dress and frizzy topknot.

Current Obsession: Special Food Edition

Today, we're going to talk about savory pies, my friends - otherwise known as A) teddy oggins! or B) pasties(not the things you stick to your nipples) - pronounced "pasty" as in, not the future but the "past...y".

You see, I really dig those tasty freezer-aisle treats called 'hot pockets' and have been trying for a while now to make them from scratch. I was then informed by a friend that I was not recreating hot pockets, but these "pasty" things that miners used to eat in Cornwall. It was like stew, and the bread/crust kept the dirt and coal dust out of the good stuff. There is a whole category on Wikipedia entitled "Savory Pies" and it lists all of the ethnic variations, with teddy oggins at the top.


A Little Recipe [from a website that I cannot recall, oops]:

1 c warm water
1 T sugar
packet of yeast
3 c flour
pinch of salt
.25 c oil

Combine water, sugar and yeast; let set for ten minutes. Add oil, then slowly, flour and salt. Knead and let rise for 45 mintutes. Cut into six sections, roll out, and fold around filling(I used cooked chicken and carrots and mushrooms and cheese - be careful and don't overcook the meat like I did, bleh). Bake for 15 minutes at 350 degrees F.

[This is the part of the post where I present a photograph of my beautiful pasties, oven fresh and golden brown. Alas, mine turned out quite ugly, so you'll just have to trust me that they are easy and delicious and taste much better than they may look.]

Current Obsession: Le Monochromatic Outfit

I used to see this certain boy all the time. I didn't know who he was, but he seemed really dark and mysterious and beautiful to me (MAYBE HE'S A VAMPIRE! - just kidding, I will never say anything like that again), and he never wore clothing that wasn't black or grey. Hip and classy. I became friends with one of his friends and learned a bit about him, and as soon as I found out that he actually did wear other colors, the magic was gone. But I think he was the one who made color-centric outfits cool for me.

A couple of years ago for Christmas, my mom bought me this long grey wool coat. I tell people that it makes me look like a member of the Gestapo. This winter I'm going to spice things up and get accessories in all different shades of grey so that I can look like a fashionable member of the Gestapo. I'm starting early and knitting a pair of awesome grey mittens, that I first saw a certain actress wearing in a certain movie *cough*. They are going to be my most challenging knit yet. I will tell you how it goes.

P.S. Maybe someday I will take my monochromatic love to the next level like these folks who are tippy toe on that fine line between crazy and magnificent.

Current Obsession:

When I was a freshman in high school and excelling in my low-level biology class, I briefly believed that one day I would become a hot lady veterinarian and move to the countryside where I would spend my days delivering cow-babies and setting broken legs of sheepdogs while wearing floppy straw hats and backless peasant tops from the Delia's catalog. Woo! Luckily, my interest in studying medicine fizzled after I spent a day in a medical research laboratory, bored to tears. Also luckily, my interest in backless peasant tops from the Delia's catalog (and, in fact, backless garments of all varieties) fizzled after I had to Nair my back before I could wear my only slighlty revealing senior prom dress (For that, I will blame my mother's ancestors, who hail from a land where women are known for growing hair in unconventional places, and my father's ancestors, who were part Troll).



Anywho, the one element of that freshman fantasy that did stay with me was the whole floppy straw hat thing. This winter, I was watching "The Jewel of the Nile" on the Man Hater Channel, and in the opening scene, Kathleen Turner - playing a dimwitted journalist doing a story on a shady Emir in an ambiguous Middle Eastern location - is sitting on a boat wearing some brootiful, romantic straw accoutrement. It was then that I decided that this would be the summer where I put aside my irrational fear of looking like a Kentucky Derby yuppy or pre-amnesia "Overboard" Goldie Hawn and jump on the big summer hat bandwagon. After unsuccessfully hunting for one that actually fit my big head, I was getting slightly discouraged. However, last Saturday at the mall during a Shoe Shopping Death March, I was drawn by unseen forces into Gap. I don't know how this happened because I hate all Gap Inc stores and their crappy products, but as I was unenthusiastically poking through their accessories section I saw that, GOD BLESS THEM, THEIR HATS COME IN SIZE LARGE! So I got this:

Yaaaaaay!

But guess what, Gap? I still hate you.