Nothing to Report but Food

You might have noticed that Bob and I don't write as many blog posts as we used to. The reason why is there isn't much to report. We did buy this used TV! The woman we bought it from told me over the phone that the TV was light enough for a woman to carry. Well, she must have some pretty strong muscles, because it took two people to walk it to our apartment. But we finally have a TV!


Bobby's work is going well. Here he is pictured eating dinner after a long day of work. He wears a helmet to dinner because his brain pays the rent. I still don't have work, though not from a lack of trying on my part. In fact, it has been a bit frustrating receiving so many rejection e-mails. Oh well, I will keep trying.







I have licked my jobless wounds by cooking. And drinking wine. Don't judge me. After one particularly painful rejection letter, I decided nothing would heal my deflated ego better than salsa, guacamole, and Reisling.







Some cooking experiments have gone better than others. One kitchen catastrophe was these cinnamon rolls. My ultra cool retro baking dishes are a bit too small, so the dough baked over onto the oven floor. A lot of smoked followed, which gave the rolls an ... interesting ... smokey flavor. Smokey cinnamon rolls. Not the best thing to come out of my kitchen.




Other experiments have ended in success, like this Coq au Vin. Though it took two days to cook, the results were worth it.











This chocolate mousse dessert didn't taste of smoke, thank goodness. However, the spiced shortbread cookie didn't turn out quite as I had hoped it would. I was planning on having the cookies sticking out of mousse, but my ultra cool retro baking dishes aren't very thick so the cookies cooked unevenly. Perhaps my ultra-cool retro baking dishes aren't so ultra-cool... Anyways, I was able to salvage the unburned parts of the shortbread, crumble it, and add it to the mousse. Top if off with some vanilla whipped cream and you've got dessert!


We had company over for dinner last Friday. Two of Bob's work colleagues, along with their 20-month old daughter. Bob and I never remember to take photos of our guests, but we did catch this photo of on of the guests passed out on our couch. I guess we are just too much fun for some toddlers!