Ol’ Mir is 53… I mean, 33

On Saturday morning, I woke up at 7:00 a.m. Yes, I did. I swear. All for the person who gave me life… and some really nice shoes last week… my mother. It is Ol’ Mir’s birthday today and we celebrated this past weekend with a nice dinner in Spartanburg. My sister, Erin, was driving up from Myrtle beach while Bf and I were driving over from Atlanta. See, my sister Erin and I are the good kids. We went home. Boo Ya Emily and Brady. Now Mom loves us more.

Just kidding. I only know that she loves me more.

My sister texted me at 11: “Where are you?”

I responded: “In bed. Too tired. I will be there around 5.”

To which my sister gave me a screen full of not nice letters and words.

To which I said: “Hehe. JK.”

To Which Then I sent her this picture:

Then I sent her this picture:

I continued playing on my phone for the next two hours until we pulled into my parents’ driveway. Thank the lawd for “Tiny Wings.” Usually when I walk into my parents’ house, we all hug “hello” and kiss each other on the cheek and talk about how excited we are to see one another…. but not this time. I shot my parents a high five and a “sup?” and made a beeline for their new dog Ruby. I also had just seen my parents the week before, so it was no big woop.

The girls went off to get their nails done while Bf and my dad went off to get some BBQ in what Bf referred to as “the most red neck place he had ever been with the best food he had ever had.” Well, that’s nice.

Once we got to the nail salon, we sat down for some girl talk.

And some major staring. I have a problem, I really do. I could people watch all day. I need no job… I just need people to say things like “eet may be clumpy ’cause eet’s dun been seeting een my truck fer ever.” Yep. Erin and I were happy as clams.

We both left the nail salon with electric orange toe nails. Erin swears they make her look more tan. I believe her. 

Don’t ya, Erin?

Jeez… don’t get angry. Its just nail polish and like I said before I believe you….

When we got back it was time for Mudder to open her gifts.

She got an iPad and asked “Which finger does this go on?” We all said “Moooooooooooooooom!” Then I taught her how to use it and now she says she “gets it.”

Ruby and Buster kept a close watch to make sure that everything was going ok and continued that way. 


Bf missed the gift exchange because he was at Walmart. That’s right. He was at Walmart. My parents have a little lake across the street and he just had to get a fishing pole. I thought that he was going to cry when he realized he had left his at home. He also picked up a plastic motor boat toy-thing. Boys. I just don’t get it. 


 Erin bought mom some card about a nursing home. She thought it was heeeelarious. 

All the while, Bf worked on getting his motor boat toy thing out of the tricky packaging. It was about 90 degrees outside so we all headed in. A few minutes later we look out to see Bf playing with the boat in my mom’s fountain. Jeez.

Don’t worry. Buster kept watch. 

We headed off to Greenville for a nice steak dinner to celebrate my mudder. 

The birthday girl was ready to party… albeit alone. 

Then my dad realized he should join her. 

I don’t like this picture. I look weird. Erin looks too pretty. Thanks Erin. 

There was pink champagne, great steaks, and the biggest french fries and onion rings I had ever seen. 

  

Like, always… there is something so great about going home.

Happy 53rd 33rd Birthday Mama!

Las Ventanas Del Mar

I went to Costa Rica. Gasp. I will let it sink in…..

I have been blabbing about it for months and months so I am sure that you already knew that. Or maybe you figured it out by these last 5 or 6 posts (seen here, here, here , here, here, here and here).

In a word Costa Rica was amazing. It was more than amazing, but I said I’d describe it in just one word. We stayed at an amazing place called Las Ventanas Del Mar with our friends Mandy and Miller. From the moment we arrived, it was almost like paradise.

Las Ventanas is seated atop a mountain which gives astonishing views of Carrillo Beach and Samara Beach below. I loved looking out and seeing the sailboats come and go. There were moorings close by making Las Ventanas an ideal place for a fisherman or anyone looking to fish while in Costa Rica. Bf had his best day of fishing ever while in Costa Rica.

Our friends, Miller and Mandy, invited Bf and me to tag come along with them to Las Ventanas. They have been coming for years and raved about it. Now I see why.

The view from the den was beautiful. I loved looking out and seeing it everyday and sitting on the porch, unable to believe my eyes.

This is the porch where I sat and drank wine, read, talked to friends, and stared…. just stared….

The grounds work at Las Ventanas is impeccable! They have beautiful exotic plants covering the property and everything was very well maintained. Things looked lush and green throughout, just like I had imagined.

The four of us stayed on an end unit with 2 master suites. I loved that there was no fighting over the “big room” and that we all had private patios and large bathrooms. Seriously that bathroom makes me want to remodel.

The master suites were located on the second floor and there was a den and kitchen below. I get tears in my eyes just looking at this kitchen and missing it. This is where we made coffee (sniff) and where we ate Pringles (sniff) and where we played with the dogs (waaaaaah!).

I could get used to a den with a huge open door, wind sweeping through, and views of the sea. Oh yea, I could get used to that.

But my favorite part was… the pool. Oh my gawd, the pictures don’t even do it justice! I swam to the edge of the infinity pool and looked down on to the beaches every chance I got. If only I could do it now…

The sunsets were another beautiful aspect of Las Ventanas. High up on the mountain, you get a view that others, down below, just don’t.

We tried to make it to the pool for sunset every night, but that didn’t always happen. My goal was to take pictures every night, but I also got to chatting… or drinking wine… usually both.

I would give anything to be there right now watching that.

Reality Check: In Atlanta watching Top Chef and painting my nails. Definitely not Costa.

Don’t we just look like happier better people in Costa Rica? We must move immediately.

One night out at a club (They played American booty shakin’ music. It was funny.), I got so passionate about moving to Costa Rica that I plotted on selling my car, selling everything I own, selling Oinky for cash, and begging my dad for some colónes. The next morning, I had calmed down a notch, but was still made fun of for my passionate rampage.

Miller’s good buddy, Matt Carter, lives and works at Las Ventanas. He and his wife, Mary Emily, do a great job making sure that things are running smoothly. They have a son, Landon, who is three who has grown up living there. I am so damn jealous of that three year old that it hurts. He gets to live there! They all do!

What’s a tropical vacation without some underwater pictures? I remember when underwater disposable cameras came out. Man, those were some fun times. These are better.

Besides the pool being a integral part to my vacation… I also made a pal.

Landon was my buddy during my stay. We played tennis, played Angry Birds and Tiny Wings on his iTouch, swam in the pool, and counted as high as we could in Español. That kid can rock some Spanish. I am jealous of that too. Right as I was leaving, he kissed me on the cheek and asked for my email. I tried not to cry.

We had some amazing meals while Matt and Mary Emily graciously acted as our tour guides. They took us to a great restaurant in Samara called Gusto’s.

Not only were they helpful with restaurant choices, but they also helped us book massages and answer any questions that we had (such as “What does ‘puta’ mean?”). Bf and I couldn’t have imagined a better trip and we are so thankful to Matt and Mary Emily and Landon and Mandy and Miller. It was definitely a trip that we will never forget.

Las Ventanas is a private community located in Carrillo, Guancaste, Costa Rica. Las Ventanas really is the ‘window to the sea’ with amazing views and amenities. Las Ventanas offers units for sale and for vacation rentals. If you are interested in taking an unforgettable trip, check out their website or give Matt a call. It is a great way to see Costa Rica.

Dinner Party Menu: Pepper Topped Pork Chops

I had a dinner party this weekend. I don’t know if you are like me, but I always struggle with what to make for more than 2 people… ok, if I am being honest, one. Cooking for more than 1 person for me makes me have to think a little. Usually I am the one person I cook for and if I screw up… hey no biggie. If I am cooking for me and Bf and he doesn’t like it… hey no biggie. But if there are more people, I am always searching for a great meal that will “wow” but looks so easy that you’d just think I was born to cook.

Well, I found it in this month’s Bon Appetit. I made a delicious Pork Chop for my group of seven friends. This is a great recipe because all the prep work can be done in advance. I actually did a lot of cooking in advance, so when my guests arrived all I had to do was fire up the grill, reheat my peppers and we were ready to chow down.

The secret to this recipe is in the brining of the Pork Chops.

I had 6 pork chops and I brined them in 8 cups water, 1/2 cup kosher salt, and 1/2 cup sugar for about 8 hours. You could brine them over night as well.

While my pork chops brined, I got to work on a delicious, spicy accoutrements (is that right? who speaks french?).

There are a lot of peppers in this recipe, 2 red, 2 yellow or orange, pickled red peppers, crushed red pepper… and then some pearl onions.

The first thing that I did was slice the bell peppers into chunks and seed them.

And slice and seed!

And slice and seed. It seemed like I was slicing a seeding forever, but I was glad I did it in advance so that I would spend time drinking wine with my guests.

Then it came time to slice and seed my cute lil’ cherry peppers.

First, I seeded…

Then, I sliced. The cherry peppers should be sliced thin.

Then I blanched my pearl onions for about a minute. After that I let them cool in the colander for a few minutes so that I wouldn’t burn my fingers peeling them. Then I peeled them by cutting off the connecting end and popping them out.

I added the onions to a skillet with a little bit of olive oil and cooked them on medium high until they started to brown in places. Once the onions started to brown, I moved them to a waiting dish.

Since I was cooking for seven people, I cooked the peppers in 2 batches. Overcrowding the skillet will steam the peppers and I wanted them to brown if they could.

Here is my other 1/2 of peppers on standby.

Then I added about 1 1/2 tsp of sugar to the peppers. Who has time to measure, eh? A small handful will do ya just right.

Then I added my sugar to the mixture to give it some sweetness.

Once my peppers began to soften, I added in my blanched and peeled pearl onions.

I added a little crushed red pepper for some spiciness.

Last, I added in my finely sliced cherry peppers. They are so pretty.

To finish my topping off, I added some pepper….

… and some kosher salt. Then I reduced the heat to low and let the veggies cook for about another 10 minutes to get more tender.

I threw the pepper topping into a tupperware container and did the second batch of pepper mixture.

Once both of my batches were tender and dumped into my tupperware dish, I set the dish in the refrigerator along with my brining pork chops and set off the shower, clean, go to the mall and get ready for my guests. I said “see you in a few hours” and was on my way.

Once my guests arrived and were good and hungry, Bf fired up the grill and cooked the pork chops (which we seasoned with a little olive oil and pepper) for about 5 minutes on each side over high heat. While he did that, I added my pepper topping back into a skillet and heated it until it was good and hot.

He brought me the pork chops, while I laughed with my friends and talked about how messy boys were, and drizzled them with about a tablespoon of balsamic vinegar and topped with the pepper mixture.

And they were ready! I couldn’t believe how a little prep work really spared me from the pain of sweating over a hot stove while my guests were having fun. I always want to be a part of that fun-right before we eat-partiness, and finally I was.

I served the pork chops with a chickpea salad. I thought that it was so fresh and springy. I’ll post the recipe this week because you have to try it!

Then, my friends and I ate, talked, ate, talked, made fun of each other, talked, joked, and ate.

I love a night spent with good friends, good food, and a dumb boyfriend who thinks its funny to pose in the background of pictures. Thao and I are used to it.

The pork chops were awesome. I have never had brined pork chops before and they were wonderful. The brine helped the pork chops stay juicy and it absolutely worked. They were the best pork chops I have ever had.

And then… I noticed something. Everyone was eating and murmuring… and then I noticed a plate that had been pushed behind the glass hurricane on my dining room table.

It was hidden so I couldn’t see it, but oh, I saw it alright. Then Andrew admitted that he hates chickpeas. Gasp. At least he was nice enough to pretend. Then he ate one. And gagged.

This is a great recipe for a dinner party, because it allows you to still be interactive with your guests. No guest likes a hostess who is sweating and shouting directions at people.

Pepper Topped Pork Chops

serves 6

1/2 cup Kosher salt

1/2 cup + 2 tablespoons sugar

6 pork chops (with the rib bone attached)

2 pounds cipolline or pearl onions

1/4 cup + 2 tablespoons olive oil

4 bell peppers (2 red 2 yellow or orange)

1 small red onion finely chopped

1 teaspoon crushed red pepper

12 pickled cherry tomatoes from jar, seeded and sliced thin

balsamic vinegar

Whisk 1/2 cup kosher salt and 1/2 cup sugar into 8 cups of water (may need to be divided into two bowls) until salt and sugar dissolve. Add pork chops and refrigerate for at least 8 hours, could be as long as overnight.

Blanch pearl onions in large saucepan of boiling water for 1 minute. Drain. Allow to cool slightly and peel. Heat 1/4 cup of oil in large skillet over medium high heat. Add onions and cook until tender and browned in spots, turning occasionally (8-10 minutes). Move onions and oil to medium bowl. Increase heat to high and heat 1 tblspoon oil in same skillet and add 1/2 red onion and 1/2 peppers and saute until softened, about 5 minutes. Add crushed red pepper and 1 1/2 teaspoons sugar. Season to taste wit salt and pepper and turn heat to low and simmer for 10 minutes. Stir in 1/2 reserved onions and 1/2 pickled cherry peppers. Add to tupperware if you plan on serving later. Repeat with the second half of peppers and onions. Add to tupperware with the first 1/2 and refrigerate if made in advance.

When ready to serve, prepare barbecue to high heat. Remove pork chops from brine and pat dry. Brush with oil and season with pepper. Grill about 5 minutes per side.

Place one pork chop on a plate and spoon bell pepper mixture over. Drizzle with balsamic vinegar and serve!

Enjoy your dinner party!

The Best Dog In The World

You know its true. Every one does. He’s the best. He’s my bud bud. Loyal to the end.

I got Stellar in Hollywood, South Carolina when I was a Sophomore at The College Of Charleston. When I got him I was 20. I had no idea how to raise a dog. Bud has always been patient with me. He has always been a good dog. I have always loved him. He will always be my favorite (don’t tell Oinky).

Look at this true test of his love.

 

I’m the luckiest dog owner in the world.

Here’s my budbud too. He’s the sweetest. This is the first day I got him. Isnthejustsocute!!!!!

I CAN NOT BELIEVE that that was him! He has turned into the best boy in the world!!!!

I remember him looking a lot older in this picture. Jeez… he’s just a baby.

Saved By Savannah

I really feel like my special weekends in Savannah are my saving grace. Its the “ahhhhh” right when I think I can’t take one more minute in busy Atlanta. The four hour drive down there after work on Friday just builds up my anticipation for what I know, will always be a good weekend. Even with the stomach flu, Savannah is great (yeah, that’s happened).

Bf and I were lucky and got to head down to ol’ SAV with his stepsister, Anne Bolling and her fiance (which I just spelled finance… clearly fiance is not a word I type often) for a beautiful high 70’s weekend.

Our plans were easy: Boat, cook, chill. And that’s just what we did from the moment we got there on Friday night. There is nothing better than hanging with good friends.

And hang with did. But just chatting can get a little tiresome from time to time. We needed some entertainment. Luckily, bf had gone to Costco before we hit the road and got a very much needed….

What is that you ask? Well, its a Jumbo Fun Ball of course. Duh. I know that I was lost on the concept of what on earth we were going to do with this thing. Crawl inside? Roll down a hill? Well, you just never know I guess. Let me just tell you know that this baby took about 2 hours to blow up. I didn’t help. Neither did Anne Bolling. Neither did Justin. Good luck bf… good luck.

Bf wasn’t the only one in a sad situation. The dogs (oh, how they are tortured) just hate being left out.

About half way though blowing up the Jumbo Fun Ball, we realized that we weren’t going to be able to get it outside. So we squeeeeeeezed it out in the nick of time.

Then, we had our fun.

It was awfully roomy inside. We plotted all the fun that we are going to have with this ball once summer comes. We talked of putting it in the marsh and floating in it. Sounds awesome… and a little dangerous.

The next day, Saturday, was gorgeous. I decided on my beer of the summer and I am going to stick with the red eye. It’s made in a can too for ultra classiness.

Here’s some class. Me, my cans of red eyes, and the Jumbo Fun Ball. Wow. My parents would be so proud.

Its always a little chillier on the water, but it was beautiful. The sky was blue and so was the water. The happy, newly engaged couple, smiled away as we boated over to our destination.

Oooo… just look at that. I want to be there. Right. Now.

Our destination = lunch. We went to one of my favorite boat-up-to places. AJ’s.

I got an “airplane drink” and we sat on the deck outside just enjoying the day. Anne Bolling and I thought it would be fun to teach her fiance, Justin, a lesson by taking his cell phone that he had left on the bar and then watch him look for it all over. It was entertaining… until bf called it and we were discovered. Oh, the things you do on sunny days.

AJ’s on Tybee Island has the best Crab Stew I have ever had. There is so much crab. In the winter when bf and I come back from fishing, we like to stop by AJ’s and split a bowl. It’s comforting.

All of the food was great. There is something about sitting on a patio in 75 degree weather that just makes everything awesome. I love days like Saturday.

We took it easy on the drive from lunch. A little talking… a little Cee lo Green…

I’m a foot boat driver. It’s comfortable/I was full from lunch.

Now, when in Savannah, you have to take advantage of the local scenery. We saw an old sailboat. We got on it. We laughed.

I love just scooting around the intercoastal. We had no plans. No agenda.

Just a couple of kids (30 is still kid age right?) hanging out on the water all day.

We got back to the house just as a dense fog was rolling in. I am talking a scary dense fog. It was so thick that it looked like something out of a movie.

Before the fog hit, I got some shots of one of my favorite parts of Savannah: the weathered furniture. I just love the sea beaten chairs on the dock.

I love to sit in them in the summertime waiting for everyone to load the boats and head out to the beach. I seriously can not wait for summer.

Bf had on his underdrawers. He was hot he said. Temperature hot. But the other hot too.

This weekend was a taste of what’s to come and I am salivating. That sounded grosser than I intended. The weather was awesome (had I mentioned that yet?) and the company was better. Thank you Savannah for helping me make it through.

Ok… Try Not To Panic

Sorry. Just talking to myself.

breeeeeeath….

in….. sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiff

out…. phoooooooooooooow

Yesterday, Tuesday, I get a BBM (BlackBerry Message) from my dad saying:

Dad: Any plans this w/e.  Mom+ I are free.  If u doin nothin thought we might road trip to atl.

proud pig parent: Yes! We don’t have any plans! Come on down! U can help us paint our den :D

Dad: We can feed u but painting is not our style.  Ill get back to u but probably arrive noonish saturday.

proud pig parent: I was kidding ab the painting

proud pig parent: What do yall want to do?

Dad: Sure. I’m sure mom will want to go to lenox sat afternoon.  Other than that, no plans.

Dad: Maybe dinner sat nite

proud pig parent: Perfect. Just talked to mom

Dad: Good deal.   We need to get out for a w/e.

proud pig parent: This is the place to be!

Shooooo… a lot happening in those few conversation lines.

1. Yes, my BBM name is “proud pig parent.” Its in jest. Don’t worry.

2. My parents, who I love, are coming to visit. Three cheers for them!

3. I only have 3 days to:

  • sand a spot in the den
  • tape and paint the den
  • fix some weird spots with the kitchen paint
  • get rid of Oinky
  • go get blinds cut
  • hang blinds
  • find a home for their china cabinet
  • put things in the china cabinet
  • hide Oinky
  • fix up guests rooms so it looks like we are adults, not 2 kids who can fill rooms with crap
  • put away a month’s worth of laundry
  • clean out fridge
  • stow Oinky
  • clean out cabinets
  • get a hair cut (look neater)
  • get a spray tan (look healthier)
  • get new clothes (look more put-together)
  • and did I mention, do something with Oinky

I think my head just exploded.

A screaming pig doesn’t scream… um, I guess it does (literally) scream…. responsibility and maturity. These are 2 qualities that I try to show my parents that I at least possess.

Being that our fridge is central to everything else in the house, it gets used a lot. It gets dirty, things get spilled, heavy cream expires. Why didn’t I do all this work during Atlanta Snow Week 2011?

I’m a fridge freak. Different things have different places. Why are those sauces on the beer/cooking stock shelf? And why are there lemons everywhere. I’m too embarrassed to show you the up close (but not embarrassed enough to show the from-a-distance).

Now, I don’t even know what this is!

Just kidding. Of course I do. Didn’t you just hear me say I am a fridge freak. But, c’mon… let’s throw that bad boy away, eh?

Nothing says “welcome” like a messy entrance. “Oh yes, please come in. Just step over the tennis shoes, socks, scarf, huge stack of mail, enormo purse, old water glass, and jumpy dogs (not seen).”

I was so excited when we bought this house because I would finally have a guest room. I don’t think I am responsible enough yet to have one. I haven’t remade the bed since our last guest and there is a pile of Christmas stuff in the chair, not to mention painting supplies, and its pretty clear that I threw my boots in there the second I decided not to wear them this morning. So mature.

Now this is the real shame. Thank the lord that there is a door to this room.

There are no words…. just tears.

Even little things like this:

… can stress me out. My parent don’t need to see a girl in a bikini! Throw it away!

Clearly I am making a lot of head way on this “issue.” I am blogging about it. Yep, that’ll clean up the mess.

 

Flashback: Christmas 2009

This Christmas is a HUGE milestone…. It is the 1st Christmas in 27 years that I will not wake up with my family on Christmas morn. It’ll be weird to miss out on all the little things that make the Holiday season.

There are so many things that I will miss:

Hanging out with my sisters. You know I love them so:

We take 10000 pictures. We have to stand on our “good sides” not have “fat arm” or “double chin”… phew… its quite the process.

Doing stupid things… apparently like gang-signs (nice look Emmie. I should have included this in here embarrassing picture posts seen here and here and here).

And obsessively painting our nails. Its a family tradition.

I will also miss hanging with my buds.

I hope I will still get to see a few of my pals when I go up Christmas day or the day after.

One tradition that will continue is the gift giving. Every year, bf and I put a lot of thought into our Christmas gifts. And every year, miraculously we forget what we got each other. I dug through my Xmas pictures from last year and jogged my memory.

I gifted John a banjo. At the time, we both thought (seriously) that we would start playing the banjo and would fight over who got to dabble on it. Sadly, the banjo has been more of a “conversation piece” ever since instead of our money-maker.

Even my Pops took her for a spin

John got me a new jacket. The new jacket which I used on all the occasions where he froze me to death. Seen here, a mid-winter fishing trip, being sprayed with sea water. This was a great gift though. It has been my #1 jacket ever since.

That wasn’t me. That is a jacket model. Here is me in my Christmas coat.

What I hope will not be happening this Christmas is…. a wreck. That’s right. Last year brought on a weather induced accident which resulted in me having to get a new ride.

Dear Santa,

I DO NOT want this.

Love,

Natalie

I look forward to spending time with bf’s family this year and seeing what other families do for the Holidays. I quizzed John on so many things like “Give me a play-by-play” to which he rolled his eyes. I also asked “Does your family do Hickory Farms Summer Sausage and cheese ball?!” with tears in my eyes.

I hope that everyone has an awesome holiday and a Merry Christmas!

Oinky Roots: Part Un

Have I told you Oinky roots? Did I say anything about him oinking? What about that no one likes him?

I did? Oh well….

update: the video may not link because of UMG music rights but you can follow the link it provides you to access Mr. Oinkers!

It’s a Croque Monsieur, Madame

A Croque Monsieur is a dressy french sandwich. Its like a fancy ham and cheese, and who doesn’t like ham and cheese?! In English Croque Monsieur means Mister Crunchy. I like that.

  • 1 Tbsp butter
  • 1 Tbsp flour
  • 3/4 cups milk
  • A pinch each of salt, freshly ground pepper, nutmeg
  • 6 ounces Gruyère cheese, grated (about 1 1/2 cups grated)
  • 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese (packed)
  • 4 slices of French or Italian loaf bread
  • 8 ounces ham, sliced
  • Dijon mustard

Preheat oven to 400°F.

Make the béchamel sauce. Melt butter in a small saucepan on medium/low heat until it just starts to bubble. Add the flour and cook, stirring until smooth, about 2 minutes. Slowly add the milk, whisking continuously, cooking until thick.

Remove from heat. Add the salt, pepper, and nutmeg. Stir in the Parmesan and 1/4 cup of the grated Gruyère. Set aside.

Lay out the bread slices on a baking sheet and toast them in the oven, a few minutes each side, until lightly toasted. For extra flavor you can spread some butter on the bread slices before you toast them if you want.

Lightly brush half of the toasted slices with mustard. Add the ham slices and about 1 cup of the remaining Gruyère cheese. Top with the other toasted bread slices.

Spoon on the béchamel sauce to the tops of the sandwiches. Sprinkle with the remaining Gruyère cheese. Place on a broiling pan. Bake in the oven for 5 minutes, then turn on the broiler and broil for an additional 3 to 5 minutes, until the cheese topping is bubbly and lightly browned.

Make sure you have support in the kitchen. If possible, let your potbelly pig and yellow lab help you.

Then watch that cheesy sauce bubble.

In retrospect, let the tops get more browned. I was antsy and hungry and that cheesiness was calling my name.

What a wonderful addition to my sandwich rotation. So creamy, cheesy, and delicious!

While Chum and Oinky assisted me in the kitchen…

my boyfriend and sissy… did not.

Um… thanks guys.

Oinky Eats: Part Un

Emily and I spent Saturday night documenting Oinky and created the first Blackbird Ideas© video Sunday morning. Check out this bad boy!

(Update: Because the video have UMG audio, it wont play on wordpress. You can follow the link here to watch Oinky or click on the link on the video below. Sorry about that!)

Booyah! What’d you think?

Coming soon… word on the street is that pigs need other pigs around.