Friday, March 27, 2009

Getting Raw

We all have our little quirks -- our little weirdities, if I may be so bold as to use a phrase out of the urban dictionary -- that make us individuals. Some of us like to sing in the shower, or clean the house to stripper music. This blog post is about the weird foods we like to eat. We all have them. Admit it. Some of you like that odd sandwich that you would make for yourself but never for anyone else. In the Janet Evanovich Plum series, Stephanie likes peanut butter and pickle sandwiches. I can't say that I have any desire to try that. However, I do like some of these culinary delights that could be construed by some as weird:
  • Raw biscuit dough
  • Mustard and pickle sandwiches (this is all I add to cheeseburgers)
  • Scrambled egg and mayonnaise sandwich (add salt and pepper please)
  • Black bean patties with a fried egg on top (don't judge - this is like a healthier Egg McMuffin)
  • Club crackers dipped in Hidden Valley Ranch dressing (has to be the homemade stuff)
  • Cream cheese right out of the package
  • Lay's Potato Chips with dill pickle slices
These are just a few. I was inspired to write this and share my culinary secrets because tonight, I succumbed to my urge for raw biscuit dough. Jeff was making dessert and it had a topping made of crescent rolls. He made the topping and was going to throw away the rest. I snatched it out of his hand and gobbled it up, much to his astonishment. I was in heaven while he and Leah were backing slowly out of the kitchen. I love making monkey bread because I get to play with raw biscuit dough and occasionally treat myself to one of the wedges I've chopped up for the recipe. After all, I see that as the cook's prerogative. 

What are some of your food quirks? 

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Splitting Up Possessions

Jeff seemed a bit on edge yesterday, but he finally came out with the reason why. He asked me if I would have time to go over the list of household possessions so we could split things up. I thought it was a bit soon, but September really isn't all that far away, so I agreed to go over the list with him. We spent a little over an hour going over all of the household possessions, many of which we had acquired during our relationship.

I'm glad we waited until now to do it, because we could keep our emotions out of it. I didn't have to get sentimental about the time we picked out those chairs or when he came across some gorgeous curtains or when we put together all of those bookshelves from IKEA. We could fairly dispassionately go down the list and split things up. All in all, I think it was amicable and fair. Each of us are going to be in pretty good shape when we go our separate ways.

The one thing that we could not really divide up fairly was the washer and dryer. It seems like we could (one takes the washer, the other takes the dryer, but they were bought as a matched set and in our peculiar gay minds, we wanted to leave them as a matched set) but in the end, I let him keep them. That's going to really be the only big expense I'll have. Jeff will have to get bedroom furniture, but I think that's his only big expense.

Otherwise, I'll have an entire apartment of furniture. Jeff's mom has the sofa I bought about ten years ago when my first long term relationship broke up, and it's still in excellent shape. She also has a tapestry chair of mine that was not only one of my favorites, but a favorite of everyone who has ever sat in it. If I had a dollar for every time I heard, "When you get rid of this chair, think of me," I could open up that Swiss bank account I've been thinking about. She no longer wants these items because Jeff and I have split up, so if I don't take them back, she'll either put them out at the curb or give them to charity. Frankly, I'd rather have them back, and to save the trouble of awkwardness with the rest of Jeff's family, I think she's going to bring them out to me. I'm getting the bedroom furniture, and Jeff's getting the more recent living room furniture we had picked out. I'm also getting all of our bathroom stuff (towels, accessories, etc.). As far as the kitchen goes, Jeff shared the pots and pans with me, so I will have to get just a set of dishes and cooking utensils. I will also have to get a vacuum cleaner.

Still, even though it was a pleasant conversation and it didn't get overly sentimental or sad, it is still the end of an era in some ways. I'm sure it will be more sad when the moving day finally comes. I don't know how often I'll see Jeff or Leah, but I hope we can stay in touch. I don't know if I'll be moving in with someone else (depends on what's going on with the dating situation) or moving into a place on my own, but either option will be fine. If I am moving on my own, I'm starting to think that I may not move back to Fort Worth after all. I may stay somewhere centrally located, such as the Valley Ranch area of Irving, where it's relatively easy to get to Fort Worth or Dallas.

Speaking of future events, I'm thinking about continuing my graduate studies after graduation. I'm going to look into Library Science. With the economy as it is, I think it would be prudent for me to add as many feathers to my cap as I can. I'd like to start the Library Science program in the Spring. That would give me two master's degrees. When corporate budgets get tight, one of the first things to go is the training department. There are not as many training jobs going around as they once were. Heck, there aren't as many jobs going around period. The job market here is extremely competitive. It's quite scary when you think about it. But there's no point in worrying about it until you have to.

First Wine Bar Adventure

Last night, I went to a great wine bar in Addison. It's called Mercy, which takes its name not from the quality we would (or should) like to have in ourselves, but from the Roy Orbison song Pretty Woman. I had never been to a wine bar before. Mercy has a great atmosphere. The place has very subdued lighting and dark woods and textures. It's quiet, so you can actually hear the person with whom you're sharing a bottle of wine. My date and I put away a bottle of Pinot Blanc that was just fantastic. I think I may switch my allegiance from Chardonnay. Fortunately, both of us preferred white wine to red. The service was wonderful, and the food was just delicious. I had chicken with pesto sauce, while he had penne with chicken.

I met Josh on Match.com. Our date went fairly well, but I'm not sure how to gauge it. It was a fairly quick date; we were together for about two and a half hours. It wasn't like my first online date where it seemed like we couldn't get away from each other quickly enough. He said that his face was hard to read, and he's right. After leaving Mercy, we went elsewhere for dessert, and we had good conversation along the way. He seemed very tired, and I hope that I wasn't boring him. There was a quick goodnight kiss that I initiated. So, it could be a true first date where things are going to build slowly. But the more I think about it, that was probably our only date. If he called now, I'd be surprised. I guess the chemistry just wasn't there in person like it had been on the phone or online. That happens. 

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Online Dating

It has been almost nine years since I've played the dating game. And it's a bit odd now. I remember posting an ad on Yahoo personals and just picking guys out of the trees. Now, it's a bit more complicated. It's hard to get someone to make the first move. I've learned that when you use a service like Yahoo or Match.com, you don't fire off an email to introduce yourself to someone you'd like to meet. You use an 'icebreaker' or a 'wink.' I guess that's a low-key way of showing your interest. But I'm a writer at heart, so when I first signed onto Match.com and saw some interesting guys, I fired off some emails. Now, I'm back to using the winks.

My dating success? Not too bad, considering. I had an odd relationship, of sorts, with a really nice guy who truly piqued my curiosity. But he seems to have blown me off, and I'm not sure why. It's disappointing, because I really expected more from him, but life does go on. I'm talking to some other guys on Match.com, and oddly enough, the person they felt was a 100% match actually lives in White Settlement and works just a few blocks away from the TCC/RadioShack campus. Is it a small world or not?

Everyone... have a GREAT week! I'm hitting the hay.