As with all of my former journaling exploits, I've fallen off the wagon. Sorry to all of my devoted fans out there (all two of you!), I will try to do better.
So very much has happened in the past month.. Finals, graduation, summer classes started, JP moved to Wisconsin, I started a new job.. whew. It's been busy. BUT, my new job is awesome. I'm hostessing at a new restaurant in Auburn called Maestro 2300, and it's not even in the ballpark of RT. The food is amazing, the executive chef is known throughout the U.S., and the staff are all well-educated, clean people. So nice. Next week, I start food-running, and then I move up to cocktail waitress and server! yay!
And yes, JP has officially moved to Wisconsin. It's weird and lonely, but at least I can snuggle with my dog. And he's really excited about his job and Madison, so I'm happy for him. I just wish I could have helped him move in and such.. but I have class and work. Hopefully, I'll get to visit in August.
Alsooooo, the aforementioned roommate has moved out, meaning that my life just got way less dramatic and that I got to move into her room which has an enormous closet. Not quite Carrie Bradshaw's closet, but a heck of a lot closer.
So that's what's been going on in my life lately. I haven't been cooking a whole lot other than just basic things.. although I did make a Julia Child recipe a couple weeks ago. It was a whole roasted chicken with pearl onions, potatoes, and bacon. It was pretty good, somewhat like coq au vin, but not quite as good. However, it was not very good leftover. The butter and such formed this weird, hard fat in the dish, so I just threw it out. And then Duke ate it out of the trash can, sending me into a panic because he literally ate the entire chicken, leaving no remains, while I was in the shower. Chicken bones can be fatal for dogs because they can puncture their organs. So naturally, I had a very nervous couple of days, waiting for those to pass. He did get sick, but is fine. Thank God. I don't know what I would do without my sweet dog.
Speaking of my sweet dog, he's known for his running away. That's actually how I ended up with him in the first place. But he hasn't done it much to me until lately. Last week was entirely my fault, because I left the back door open, trying to air out my ex-roommates bedroom (it was full of cats last year). So obviously he ran out, and it took us awhile to realize it. He didn't go very far and came back though. He's run out a couple times this week, and he seems to think it's hilarious. He runs really fast for a little bit, then turns around and teases me a bit, then keeps running until he gets tired. It's ridiculous, but kind of funny too because he always comes back. What an odd dog.Oh! I just remembered a cute little recipe I found in my latest food network magazine. It's just simple popsicles, but I haven't made popsicles since I was little, so I thought it was cool. All you have to do is get one of those popsicle molds, and pick two juices. The recipe called for cherry and peach nectar, but I couldn't find those. Instead I used mango and guava, which happen to be two of my favorite fruits. They kind of combined when I poured them into the mold, but they were still delicious. I think my mom used to make them with kool-aid, so you could probably use any kind of juice with these. And voila, you've got a great summer treat!
Au revoir!
