True L

When I’m procrastinating on a Monday, having a hard time finishing my last law school paper EVER, my mind naturally turns to food. Right now, it’s focused squarely on the delicious left over maple syrup carrots I brought as my afternoon snack. They’re delicious, and so freaking easy! I modified them from the delicious and beautiful Morning Glory Farm cookbook, and by modified, I mean didn’t measure things.

Recipe: Pour a little maple syrup and water into the bottom of a skillet with a couple tablespoons butter. Add carrots (I used defrosted frozen carrots, nbd), salt, pepper, and a pinch of cayenne (just trust the Morning Glory wisdom). Cook until carrots are soft but not mushy, about 15 minutes.

If you make over two pounds, like I did, take half to a potluck dinner, and then eat the other half every day for a week and wonder how you’re not sick of them slash if your night vision is getting awesome the way your mom always promised it would.

This actually warmed my heart the other day. The Flyers bumper sticker is nice, but adding WMMR? Pretty Philtastic.

There are few greater, more simple joys than a well-popped bag of popcorn. Anytime I end with fewer than 20 kernels and nothing burnt, I literally feel like a champion.

dowhattowhosedog:

Pops on the beach by keartona on Flickr.

I want to be here. Right there with the sand and the water and the lighthouse and the adorable dog.

Couldn’t find a good gratuitous picture of myself for Wednesday, but isn’t this pic so much better anyway?

That was always Roommate and my excuse for making people hang out with us — “But you have to eat sometime, you might as well eat dinner with ME!” So imagine how cool I thought this is. It’s like the give-to-charity equivalent. Because even those of us living on student loans get takeout ~~sometimes~~ ~~lots of times~~ [fine!] all of the times. And to the DC inclined, there are a whole bunch of District restaurants on there!

I would say I’m troubled by Netflix’s recommendation of inspiring documentaries for 11-12 year old and mystery television shows featuring religious figures, but some of those documentaries do look pretty interesting, and I have been known to partake in marathon Father Dowling Mystery watch parities, so perhaps I ought to say, “Netflix, you know me well…”

I feel the need to break this one out whenever I see Lindsay Lohan looking, well, like herself these days.

This GFY post from way back when I was in college reminds me of a time when people still believed that commenting on LiLo and her hair would compel her to quit dying it and start smiling again.

(image from i’mwithkanye: http://imwithkanye.tumblr.com/post/21780517746/lindsay-lohan-to-attend-the-white-house)

I’ll be honest, I would not exactly consider myself pop-culture-knowledgeable. My pre-school teacher nicknamed me Caitie the Old Lady when I was *2*. So I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that I really did not know or care to know what Coachella was…I had heard of it but didn’t much care to learn a lot about it. But for some reason I’ve been more inundated with it this year, and despite not knowing anything about it beyond what Wikipedia tells me, I found this page pretty funny.

Law school friend on his glasses prescription doubling.

whenindc:

I love (in no particular order):

How I Met Your Mother
Wine
DC

True L

Monday Munchies: Mapled Carrots!

You have to eat sometime!

A perennial favorite

That big concert thing that happens this time of year

WHEN I FOUND OUT DC RANKS NO. 1 IN PER CAPITA WINE CONSUMPTION