i will always come back to this ancient blog to say hello. i may not have my childhood home, or many relics from it, but i have this very formative, very telling, chasm of a blog.
Where I would like to live: maine or vermont, strong feeling i’d like oregon but have never been
Favourite foods: tacos, pad thai, dumplings, corn bread
Sexual orientation: likely bi, but who knows
Gender: female
Single/taken: taken
Favourite book: very basic, but the empyrean series got me back into reading. also i have ear buds in most of the day, so i listen to a lot of audiobooks during work, mostly mystery/thrillers. i think they keep my attention as i try to figure out the ending in advance.
Favourite movies: star wars prequels, also star wars originals…….i really do have a brain issue where i can’t think of things i like without looking in my phone and researching myself LMAO but my phone is dead and my charger is across the room and my kitten is sleeping on me and that’s why i took refuge in my laptop and tumblr right now lol
Favourite show: i watch a lot more shows than movies these days, i think. severance is top tier. morning show, dark matter, foundation….classics are the office, gilmore girls, friends…..currently in a pretty little liars rewatch.
Favorite band/musician: paramore!! and taylor.
Favourite colour: black and purple
If I have any pets: 3 cats and just got cat distribution systemed with a baby girl kitten, so!! 4 cats.
What I’m listening to lately: paramore and taylor and haim and hayley williams’ solo music and stevie nicks/fleetwood mac
What’s my phone bg/lockscreen: background is a collage of everything i want, lockscreen is a 6-7 yr old photo of me and zach in a boston hotel and zach is making a face and i am making a face behind my raised cup of coffee and there is a black/white filter on it and it’s been a perfect lock screen with plenty of black space above and below.
Ways people measured secret family recipes using relative measurements before standardization:
Time by prayer (stir for three Our Father’s)
Time by kitchen or cleaning song (let rest for one mother goose)
Time by chore (bake while hanging one basket of laundry)
Measure by body part (one thumb of ginger, minced; a bunch the size of wrist; a pinky length of cinnamon, shaved; an onion the size of a fist; one palm’s scoop of flour to two cupped hands of water)
Measure by pour distance (steady pour oil from the family decanter at an even pour from navel to head or approximately five seconds)
By plant parts (cloves of garlic, leaves, sprigs, etc.)
An heirloom “measuring” cup ratio (1:2 flour to water for pasta/pierogi dough that refers to the blue glass cup, no one knows where it came from; or must be measured in grandma’s old tin bowl, no one has found a similar sized replacement)
Final yields by family dishes (makes one glass dish or two ceramics; makes three tins, casserole dish—is that a 9x13 or other size? You won’t know until it fits or overflows!)
There’s something so romantic and nostalgic about it and I just whipped up an old family recipe without a single thought for measuring while my fiancé, a scientist, said he understands why we never make food together 😅
How do you know when it’s done? You smell it, is so true. You poke it, you jiggle it, you stir it, you taste it (and if you’re fancy or traumatized, you stick the thermometer into it ☺️).
My grandma’s German Roll-up Pancakes included the instructions “add enough flour to make it thick enough and enough milk to make it thin enough” 😆
Unfortunately she didn’t teach her sons how to make it and her daughters-in-law couldn’t manage to measure by feel, so I didn’t get the chance to learn it. But I’ll always remember that measurement
Apparently saying “Are you open to feedback?” is not considered a polite thing to say when someone tells you they’re moving in with the partner they met 2 months ago.
“Can’t you just be happy for me?” I don’t do improv acting
