No? Then you must not be in Houston, my friend. So much for ever getting to wear that new coat I got for Christmas...I could wear shorts and flip-flops if I wanted to. In January. Ohh Texas...
Anywho, despite the unseasonable warmth, today is a good day. Scratch that, a great day. Why? Because I finally got a day off! An end to to the seemingly endless 6-day work weeks (that doesn't involve tornado warnings, major flooding, and day-long power outages...don't ask). I'm not sure I've ever been so excited to do laundry...my only real must-do of the day.
I've got other plans too, though, like spending some serious time in the kitchen, hopefully having success making this and these (the first is a completely indulgent and unhealthy rendition of apple pie from the butter-and shortening-loving Pioneer Woman...the second is an attempt to make up for said butter and shortening--no-flour, no-egg, no-sugar cookies that still sound interesting and quite delicious).
I also might snack on some of these leftovers from last night...my first successful pot roast attempt. It was delicious. I credit its overnight bath in a bottle of pinot. :)
Hubs and I did some much-needed escaping from the apartment this past Saturday afternoon. I've had Pottery Barn gift cards burning a hole in my pocket since Christmas, and having finally recovered from the Highland Village December traffic catastrophe, it was time to do some shopping. We purchased a nice little 4-foot shelf to (hopefully) hang over our TV as a pseudo-mantle of sorts, something I've been wanting to do for awhile now. Really I just have an accessory-buying problem and need more places to display my mercury glass addiction. I think it will look nice...if we can find studs in the wall.
On that same Saturday evening outing, Ben and I finally made it to a Bryan Caswell restaurant: Little Bigs. Chef Caswell was once a competitor on Next Iron Chef, and since I tend to go a little Iron Chef crazy any season the show airs, you can imagine I was totally stoked to find myself in a city home to one of its stars. Granted, this particular restaurant was a pretty darn inexpensive hole-in-the-wall sliders and fries joint...but still, the Iron Chef finesse was definitely evident in the food. My vanilla shake did come out of a machine, but it was mighty tasty. Our "4-minute" fries were divine, and we were both more than satisfied with our slider selections. The hamburger version was delish, the chicken rivaled Chick-fil-a, and Ben's pulled-pork was totally Memphis-worthy. Maybe not the nicest building or decor, but a definite winner. Thank you, Bryan Caswell, for providing Iron Chef food even I can afford. :)
Time to fold my laundry! Happy weeks everyone!
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