Apartment Leasing for Dummies

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So, you want us to become your community’s newest residents? That’s fair; we’re clean, tidy, quiet, friendly, responsible, well-behaved individuals looking to downsize, and we have excellent credit scores. You have an immaculately landscaped property and an apartment just itching to be rented. We’ve done a lot of looking over the past few days. We’ve spent countless hours online, scoped out our properties of choice, scheduled tours, gone on tours, done our research on amenities offered, and made our budget. We are, by no means, experts. But we’re well on our way. We’ve learned that there are some things that draw us in and some that send us fleeing. In the hunt for new digs when we’re faced with countless properties that offer everything from detached remote control access garages to sparking swimming pools to tanning beds, luxury clubhouses, cathedral ceilings, gourmet kitchens, private balconies, and preferred employer programs, here’s what impresses us right off the bat. These are definite Do’s!

Preferred Employer Program perks: You’re willing to knock $25 off our monthly rent, waive the application fee, and cut our security deposit in half because Ted works at UC? Uh, sure. Yeah, that sounds excellent actually. 

The $5 Papa John’s Pizza night: Once a month, every month, a large Papa John’s pizza ready and waiting for you at the clubhouse for only $5. I think this is one of Ted’s top criteria for an apartment community (for real). Bribing us with food? Apparently it works.

An informed leasing agent: We ask a lot of detailed questions, so if you can recite the exact dimensions of the height, width and length of the garages upon request, know the complex’s rules on charcoal grill v. propane grill storage, enclosed trailer parking, internet package pricing options, and which utilities are gas and which are electric, you’ve already proven to us that you’re knowledgeable about your property and that you care about your resident’s needs and inquiries. That’s an instant turn-on.

Updated buildings and amenities: So your building isn’t brand spanking new (but props if it is!), and that’s okay, but potential residents really appreciate well-cared for properties if they are older. Concrete and brick walls for sound-proofing and fire-safety, smoke alarms, fire suppressant sprinkler systems, new spacious cabinets, updated appliances, fresh paint, new carpet, windows that seal, no cracks in the walls…those kind of things can make a world of difference. I know these things definitely turn our heads.

How about what you should avoid? These may seem obvious, but they come straight from immediate personal experience. Take a hint leasing agents, these are big Don’ts!

Glaring spelling, grammatical, or factual errors in your marketing materials: Check it over before you publish it. This simple task takes only 5 minutes of your time. Not to mention it must be fairly embarrassing when a newcomer points out your obvious errors in floor plans, amenities, or street names. The dimensions on the floor plans state the room is 2 feet bigger than it really is; that’s misguiding your consumer and there’s really no excuse for that information to be incorrect. Sentences that don’t even make sense because words are so badly misspelled, omitted, or in the wrong tense just looks unprofessional. These things do matter. 

Dirty model apartments: If there is one thing I cannot stand to see on a walk-through of an apartment, it is filth. Nothing is more unimpressive or turns me off faster than a filthy tub, a layer of grime in the sink, dead bugs on the floor, broken counters or cabinets, mud on the tile floors, stained carpet, and general disrepair. I do realize that a cleaning crew comes in before each new resident moves in, but what a terrible first impression an outright dirty model apartment makes. If you really cared about your property or getting new leases, then you’d keep the place clean. Filth is non-negotiable.

Keeping information from potential residents: I know you know the crime statistics of your area. When I inquire about it, “I don’t know” or “We don’t have access to that information,” is unacceptable. It just means that you’re not willing to share because you know that this apartment is located in SketchyTown USA and you’d rather cover up the uncomfortable apsects. Just be upfront – your honesty is appreciated. When we ask if the basements of the townhomes leak, just be honest if they do. It’s not a make or break situation, we’ll just be better prepared. If there are problems, that’s okay. It’s to be expected because no property is prefect. But I do expect you to be honest and upfront with your information and if you don’t have an answer to something, to offer to find out the answer. 

All of this is to say that we’ve had some great experiences and some disappointing ones. Sadly, we’ve discovered the great experiences are a little out of our price range. And so the search is far from over, but it’s been a rewarding experience so far and we’ve learned, at the very least, what we like and what we don’t like. Wish us luck!

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Winning for the Day

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This is what I call a WIN.

 

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A Summer Bucket List

This summer I will…

– Bike the scenic Little Miami River trail, often

– Try my hand at homemade ice cream – cherry, peach and chocolate are on the agenda! So are homemade popsicles.

– Go fruit picking

– Catch fireflies in a jar

– Take more bubble baths

– Steam and devour a fresh buttery lobster feast

– Explore the rides, games, pool, scenery and fireworks at Coney Island

– Catch up on reading all of my girly glamour and travel magazines that have stacked up, unread, since October

– Go swimming (my swimsuit needs the exercise)

– Have a backyard picnic with blankets, Adirondack chairs, a radio playing good tunes, fresh-squeezed lemonade, cold cuts, beer, s’mores piping hot from the fire pit, and glow sticks/sparklers

Wash my car with the hose Drink, play in, and maybe eventually get around to washing my car with the hose water

– Call in sick and spend a weekday riding coasters at King’s Island or Cedar Point

– Road trip for a weekend jaunt in Lansing, MI where we can dine at all our favorite eateries, visit old friends, see a show at Stormfield Theatre, play washers and disc golf in Grand Ledge’s Fitzgerald Park, enjoy an ice cream at Korner Kone, browse Horrocks, and re-live our life from two years ago

– Frequent the farmer’s market for tasty seasonable fruits and vegetables

– Hang out at a few local festivals and concerts in the park

– See a movie at the drive-in theatre in Amelia (and quite possibly make a feeble dent in that 4 lb. cheeseburger at Great Scott diner)

– See our families on long weekends and invite good friends over for dinner

– Go rollerblading (bonus if I don’t face plant it on the pavement)

– Try to convince my husband that I need a pet bird

– Get a little color on my skin (Yes, I wear SPF!) by spending more time in the great outdoors

– Catch up on all the seasons of Deadliest Catch

– Relish a day swimming, napping, hiking, and relaxing at a lake

– Enjoy a week-long week-long honeymoon adventure extraordinaire!

– Break in the grill

– Take at least one luxurious nap a week

– Buy Kentucky Bourbon (you know because I live 0.5 miles from Kentucky and haven’t tried it yet)

– Try three new restaurants in three different areas of town

– Treat myself to a few new summer frocks or accessories. I’m thinking pale blue and orange will be my bright summery colors of choice :-)

And then there’s those few things I really should achieve, like

– Finding us a new place to live

– Secure more freelance/permanent theatre work

– Get my prescription updated and shop for stylin’  new eyeglasses frames

– Design and print our wedding photo albums and artwork canvases for the house

What’s on your summer bucket list?

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Thursday Night Date Night

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We dined for half-price on crispy tacos topped with delicious authentic queso fresco and drank divine strawberry daiquiris at our favorite little Mexican eatery in Cincinnati, Ricon Mexicano. We killed time browsing a new furniture store and picking out our dream living room and bedroom furniture sets, laughed about renaming KFC (Kentucky Fried Chicken) CFP (Cincinnati Fried Python) in honor of the newest town pet, and then hit up a showing of the animated flick Rio at the dollar theater. It was date night perfection. Every Thursday night should be so grand!

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Epic Fail Friday: Simple Tasks Edition

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Really simple things that people make unbelievably difficult.

Today’s topic is a personal favorite of mine. I work at an anonymous public institution where groups of people, from children to seniors, and people from all different walks of life converge to learn, play and enjoy the past, present and future. This a great thing to be involved in. But often we are bombarded with unbelievably ridiculous incidents. I’m amazed how many times we have to explain exceedingly simple tasks, over and over again, to confused people who just. don’t. get. it. and, somehow, these people manage to make easy things so much harder than they could ever really possibly be. Would you like a few examples?

Easy Task #1: Standing in a line. I don’t get it. What is so thoroughly challenging about finding the clear and obvious start of a line, joining that line, and standing in that line without complaining, cutting, badgering others, facing the wrong direction, forming your own line, creating your own incorrect entrance/exit, and rearranging the scansion that you shouldn’t be touching to your liking. And these are not children I’m talking about. These are full blown adults and seniors. People: You are making a stupid simple task a nightmare for everyone around you. Furthermore, when someone finally takes pity on your poor soul and explains to you how a line works, why do you look even more confused than ever and continue to stand there, doing the wrong thing and often the exact opposite of what you were just told to do, and looking completely dumbfounded?

Easy Task #2: Handing someone a ticket. When someone approaches you with an electronic ticket scanner and you are holding a ticket with a bar code on it, what do you think you should do? Cover up the bar code with your hand when you hold out your ticket the wrong direction, backwards and upside down? Hold out your hand or, even better, lean forward for your eyeballs to be scanned instead of your ticket? (This is not outer space, people) Recoil in horror while exclaiming “what are you going to do to me with that thing!?” No. You should simply hold out your ticket so that the bar code can be scanned. End of story. That’s it. While we’re at it, why would you throw away your tickets assuming you won’t need them again and then out of the thousands of faces we see daily, expect us to remember you? Keep your tickets. It’s a very simple task. Don’t make it any harder than it already is.

Easy Task #3: Parking in a legal parking space in a parking lot. Do you see those white and yellow arrows on the ground that point in opposing directions? Do you see that triangular section of diagonal white lines? Those are not parking spaces. That means you cannot, and should not, park there. I get that it’s a big, full parking lot. I get that that’s a long way for you to walk, and you’re lazy. But those arrows? That’s a lane, where people pass through from one section of the parking lot to the other. If you park there, nobody can get through and people cannot get into or out of the parking lot. This is, quite obviously, a problem. Not to mention a huge epic fail. If you cannot identify and abide by legal parking space, maybe you should reconsider driving at all.

Easy Task #4: Showing your ID card or giving a cashier your zip code. Especially if there is a sign reading “You must present your photo ID” then this stupid simple task should not be met with sighs, grumblings, glares, arguing, “Oh, I didn’t know I had to” or “Why?” Also, a zip code is a 5 digit number. When you expertly sprout out two digits like “1-8” or “2-0” the cashier is left to wonder when the U.S. zip code changed from 5 digits to only 2 and how on earth he/she could possibly innately know those first three numbers when Cincinnati, Northern Kentucky and Indiana have a million different zip code combinations to choose from.

Easy Task #5: Reading and following signs. Unless you cannot read or do not speak English, this should be a piece of cake. If a sign says “Line Starts Here” then why on earth are you cutting in front of that entire line of people? If the sign says “No Food or Drink Near the Precious, Rare, Irreplaceable and Exceedingly Expensive Artifacts” then why on earth do you seem so shocked when someone asks you to get rid of beloved venti coffee, your monster blue food-dye enhanced slushie and greasy twinkie? If you ask where a particular exhibit is located while standing directly next to a sign reading “Exhibit this way” accompanied by an arrow, don’t be shocked when I do nothing more than point to the sign, totally stupefied. Really, most of your stupid questions could be avoided entirely if you’d just read the signs we have so helpfully posted everywhere for you to read, or you know in your case, ignore entirely.

Easy Task #6: Wearing appropriate clothing in public. Though this requires no explanation, I will elaborate anyway. Leggings are not pants. Underwear are not shorts. A bikini top is not a shirt. See-through is not cute. And walking age children should not be running around a public institution barefoot.

Easy Task #7: Introducing yourself politely instead of just assuming that everyone knows who you are. Oh, you’re a member of the board of trustees? You’re an upper-level sponsor? You’re our biggest donor? The president of the institution? A volunteer? A Member?Great! Next time, instead of getting all huffy and offended when some lowly employee who has never seen you before in their life and has not a clue who you are or how important you, apparently, are asks to see your ticket or photo ID, just get out your ticket or ID like a normal human being or, if you simply must flaunt it, kindly state your name and title. It’s rude for you to expect for me to just instinctively know who you are and then get mad when you’re asked for ID. This is an easy task for someone so brilliant. Just swallow your pride and get the ticket or ID. It’s that easy.

Easy Task #8: Operating the elevator. Good God this is not brain surgery.

How many really simple things that people make unbelievably difficult do you see every day that you want to ponder on this Epic Fail Friday? If you have any good ones, please feel free to share!

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A Few Observations

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Observation 1: I have seen more lightening in the past six months of Ohio living than in 23 years of Texas living. When we get storms here (which seems to be often) we are almost always treated to some pretty nifty lightening shows as well – sometimes between 3-5 strikes per minute. The intensity and frequency can be alarming at times, and often it’s rapid and bright enough to keep me awake at night, but it can be really beautiful too.

Observation 2: Mother Nature seems to be pissed at us lately. I mean really hacked off. Yesterday we had a pretty massive severe thunderstorm cell sitting directly above our house in Anderson Township for a good hour and a half. The wind was blowing, the sky was dark, the rain was hard and relentless, the thunder was deafening, and the lightning strikes were right on top of us. In a mere 45 minutes we accumulated enough rain to A) terrify me and B) have a serious flash flood that created a deep, rushing river with whirlpool across our driveway and backyard that was so powerful it came pouring through our neighbor’s fence, carried debris, covered the tires and nearly reached the base of Ted’s trailer, and left a nice pool of several inches of water in our basement and garage. It closed several major highways and roads and called for a few high-water rescues in our area. All of that in only 45 minutes. If it had kept up I’m confident that the trailer would have moved at least several inches if not altogether washed away and our basement would have outright flooded. Our comical weather radio thought it a good idea to inform us that it was “mostly sunny” out. My friend Kelley graciously offered to ship me fresh tortillas if I ship her water in 5 gallon pails. They’re as desperate for water in Texas as I am to get rid of it! I do, of course, have proof:


Observation 3: Our trees, too, seem to be supremely pissed at us for some unknown reason. Last night around 12:30 Ted and I both bolted awake when we heard a suspicious snapping sound that we both immediately knew was the sound of a tree falling. I’ve never heard a tree snap before, but it’s one of those sounds that wakes you instantly out of a sound slumber and you just instinctively know what happened. If you’re keeping track, this is our 3rd tree in three weeks. Yes, third. The first two branches were so large we haven’t been able to clear them yet. I wonder if we’ll have any trees left at the end of August? Our landlord has a lot of work coming his way.

Observation 4: I’ve decided I like the administrative side of the arts more than I previously thought. I attended a fantastic workshop yesterday morning about fundraising and development for non-profit arts organizations and I loved everything I learned. There’s a few more coming up on board development and strategic planning, etc. It’s good stuff!

Observation 5: Ice Road Truckers is an addicting show. Ice Road Truckers and Deadliest Catch should both be on your “must watch” list. Do it.

Observation 6: It is indeed raspberry season and they. are. delicious.

Observation 7: We’ve been married for 8 months today and honeymoonin’ time is fast approaching. Excited!

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This Weekend…

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This weekend…

  • …We both worked at least one full day – Ted worked more than that. I long for the day when our only weekend working is shows on Friday and Saturday nights and the occasional Sunday matinee!
  • …An abandoned six-foot python was found hanging out in the dumpster of the KFC a few blocks from our house chowing down on some fried chicken. He has since found a foster home and, my parents informed me, made it onto the local news in Boerne, TX last night. What a little star!
  • …I received a comp ticket from my friends at the fabulous movement-based performance arts company I’m working with to attend the Contemporary Dance Theater’s Area Choreographer’s Festival at the Aranoff Center on Saturday night. I enjoyed a lovely night out in the throws of Cincinnati’s bustling nightlife and entertainment district and got to enjoy some contemporary choreography, through I have mixed thoughts on the actual performance pieces. Two were fabulous, two I liked well enough, and two were absolutely, painfully, dreadful. As always, it was well worth free and I do enjoy me a good dance concert every now and then!
  • …I finally gave in to my nagging hipster desire for all-things-pretty and planted a succulent garden to pay homage to my love of the coolest plants ever. If you remember, my ever-so-slightly non-traditional wedding bouquet featured tons of rad succulents. They’re unique, colorful, resilient, and look super fetching on our kitchen island. I may have given in to the latest newlywed 20-something trend, but let’s be real here, thanks to my mom I was into succulents long before it was the cool thing to do.
  • …I found an easy recipe for coconut milk mango sorbet that I will be making immediately because it sounds like something that is so delicious that it requires immediate consumption. I’ve also been craving homemade snickerdoodles and mini single-serving orange rhubarb and mixed berry pies served in 4 oz mason jars. I better not get fat (though I would totally deserve it).
  • …We caught up on episodes of Deadliest Catch, starting with season 1. Thank you Netflix free one-month trial offer! Deadliest Catch is a Discovery Channel TV series about the world’s “most dangerous job” – the 200+ fishing boats and their crews who venture out into the unpredictable, frigid, and stormy waters of the Bering Sea to catch the U.S.’s annual supply of Alaskan king crab. In a week (if the king crab fishing season lasts that long) these men can easily bring home a whole year’s salary – if they survive, that is. It’s a pretty amazing show and exciting prep work (um, of sorts. we’re not that cool) for our honeymoon!
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My Life As A Wedding Stalker

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The best part about my place of employment other than, you know, that whole minor educational and cultural thing (a.k.a the reason this institution exists), is the wedding stalking I get to do. This pleases me to no end. Nearly every Friday and Saturday there’s one, if not two, weddings for me to visually intrude on. Heaven help you if you, as a patron, get in the way of hawkish ogling of the bride’s dress, the cake, the groomsman’s suit, or the bouquets while I am at work, being paid to work. Okay, so it’s not really that bad, but the second that limousine/extended hummer/party bus/classic car pulls up in front the building, it’s game time! My entertainment for the rest of the day has officially begun. There’s newlywed pictures to be taken, wedding parties to be posed, cakes and chairs and centerpieces of be set up, drapes to be hung, lights to be installed, and music to be tested. I may have no intention of ever planning another wedding, but I am still female and it is still a wedding, and therefore I am still interested. I am happy as a clam admiring all of a couple’s wise and nifty choices with approval. I am equally as happy judging any hideous or unfortunate choices with a discreet questioning gaze or sneer, knowing full well that it is absolutely none of my business anyhow. So far I have yet to see one bride’s dress that I have been inspired by, but I continue to hold out hope. I masquerade as a worker, a clever disguise, but really I’m the most eager of uninvited guests.

Do you have a secret hobby?

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Summer Lovin’ – Food Edition!

Wednesday night’s blackberry thyme margarita may have been a royal epic fail, but this summer has already yielded some refreshing culinary successes.

Notably, a fresh toasted tomato basil sandwich

…a refreshing cucumber raspberry cocktail

…absolutely delicious and extremely flavorful homemade baked jalapeno poppers….

…and sweet Brazilian lemonade made with two very unexpected ingredients, sweet condensed milk and limes!

Here’s how it works: While the cat’s away, the mice will play. In this instance, Ted is the cat (he hates this metaphor already) and I am the mouse. I have a taste for spices, eclectic flavors, and variety. Ted’s a little more cut and dry when it comes to culinary experimentation. He’s got his favorites and that’s what he tends to stick to. For example, he won’t eat black beans, tomato, asparagus, shrimp, artichoke, jalapeno, feta cheese, spicy foods, avocado, or guacamole. I eat guacamole like it is my job. So when Ted has to work late at CCM or has a gig doing an install for some company, I take the opportunity to enjoy my Friday night in true fat-ass fashion – with an impromptu feast of recipes I’ve been itching to try, but that I know Ted would abhor if I churned them out for dinner one night. So while my cat is away, I settle in for a wild and crazy night of cooking, eating, drinking, eating some more, and washing dishes. This is a win-win situation for both of us. I get to relish the flavors of foods I don’t normally get to make, and Ted doesn’t have to suffer through my loony array of dishes that include every single thing he does not eat.

By the way, I know I said I wouldn’t be trying my hand at another cocktail for at least the next month or so since I can’t seem to make them without exploding staining berries all over the kitchen, but how could I pass up the raspberry cucumber cocktail? I already had all the major ingredients on hand and what I didn’t have I substituted for other classics I did have in stock. The raspberries have been so sweet and plump this season, and the cucumbers so crisp and cool. The combination was bound to be impressive. I’m proud to report that it was a delicious success of a cocktail – a definite keeper!

And the Brazilian lemonade? I owe its first-time success to the fact, although it required ice and a blender, it is non-alcoholic. I seem to have better luck with virgin drinks. Anyhow, if you’re looking for something sweet to serve at a BBQ or party, this recipe should do the trick. I also admit that this was my very first time to use sweet condensed milk in anything. It’s strange stuff, so syrupy sweet that I can’t imagine it has very many uses outside of Mexican desserts, but I’m glad I finally got to try it!

Back to those fantastic sandwiches! Unfortunately, my basil plant hasn’t grown large enough yet to actually use any of the basil in my recipes. Also, I haven’t had a free Saturday morning with which to try out our local Farmers Market since it opened at the end of May, which is disappointing. But as soon as I make it to the Farmers Market at the beginning of July, I’ll be stocking up on fresh, home-grown produce for these toasted tomato basil sandwiches! Here’s the ingredients you’ll need: a fresh loaf of sourdough bread, a vine-ripe tomato, basil leaves, a fresh garlic clove, salt, olive oil, and a slice of provolone cheese. Though the cheese is optional because the sandwich tastes just as nice without it.

The fresher the ingredients, the tastier the sandwich! Healthy and beaming with flavor? I seriously can’t stop eating these! Do yourself a favor and toast the bread – it really does make a difference. I love garlic, so I slice a clove of it and rub it on the toasted bread to bring out the flavor and then I top the tomato with the remaining pieces of chopped garlic. The link above has loose instructions for how to compile this masterpiece, in case you’re looking for some guidance.

All I have to say about the jalapeno poppers is that they are Tasty, with a capital T! Of course fried greasy jalapeno poppers are delicious (hence the words “fried” and “greasy”) but these baked ones are not only much healthier, but the variety of spices the recipe calls for really gives them a great kick of flavor unlike any other jalapeno popper I’ve ever had. I’d definitely recommend that you try out this recipe. It makes a fantastic appetizer.

The watermelons this season have been juicy and sweet as well. Excellent for cookouts and homemade frozen watermelon juice pops. I can’t wait for the summer to progress to peach and cherry season! I’m anxious to track down a local farm and do some picking of my own! Also in the works this summer will be homemade ice cream (I’m thinking chocolate, peach, and cherry!), though this might be difficult without the aide of an ice cream maker. Any hints where I can pick one up on the cheap? Or is it possible to make it without if I’m willing to put in a little extra physical labor?

Also on the menu will be my first attempt at homemade ravioli – cheese and lobster and a homemade tomato cream sauce if I can swing it! Likely, I won’t make the dough for the ravioli shells unless I’m feeling especially advantageous. I’ll use pre-made ravioli/wanton wrappers, make the filling and sauce, then stuff, seal and bake the raviolis. My mouth is watering just thinking about them!

Yesterday I had the day off so I took a few hours to meet Ted for a rare lunch date at Cactus Pear, a downtown Cincinnati restaurant with a southwest flair I’ve been aching to try. And it was delicious! They boast a menu of corn chips and flavorful brown salsa for starters, and unique southwest style sandwiches and entrees featuring ingredients like pork, pepper jack cheese, cumin spread, and roasted potatoes with sweet chili glaze. I think we’ve found a new favorite lunching spot. Not to mention getting to see Ted in the middle of the day was truly awesome! I wish we could lunch together more often. And by “lunch together more often,” I really mean “lunch together more often at Cactus Pear.”

This is going to be a tasty summer!

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Epic Fail Friday – Blackberry Margarita Edition

This week’s Epic Fail Friday topic was brought to you entirely by me.

On Wednesday night I tried to make this:

Blackberry Thyme Margarita

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Looks good, doesn’t it? I thought the thyme sprig with speared blackberry was an especially thoughtful garnish. I already had blackberries on hand, so on my weekly grocery run I picked up a bundle of fresh thyme and a cheap bottle of triple sec and I made my own simple syrup at home. You see, this is the kind of recipe I’m drawn to trying because it looks like fun. The picture is downright pretty and the combination of the ingredients is simultaneously elegant and weird enough that I feel compelled to taste it. I’ve certainly never thought of blackberry and thyme as complimentary flavors, but throw in a little lime and some triple sec and sure, why not? I’m all about trying new things and I love using herbs in my cooking.

I should preface this tale by making it very clear that I’m not a bartender. I can cook like a champ and I can bake pretty well too, but I’ve never been a natural at making drinks. In fact, nearly every time, from college onward, that I have attempted a mixed drink, cocktail or other icy beverage concoction including smoothies that require ice and a blender, it inevitably turns out disastrously. I have a literal laundry list of pretty little alcoholic drinks I have tried to make and failed at. The problem is that in theory whipping these things together is so easy. So if I can quickly, accurately, and tastily craft far more complex dishes, why can’t I master this? A few ingredients, a handful of ice, and a minute in the blender is all it takes. What’s so difficult about pulling this off? Never the one to just gracefully accept my weakness and let it go, I decided to give it a whirl thinking that this time will be different. And it all went great until the end. Though it is fair to say that when the recipe calls for three sprigs of thyme, use three or even four if you relish a stronger hint of thyme, but six may have been overkill. I’m a recipe tweaker. I like to make my mark on recipes with a unique change or two to really make it my own, but in the future I think I’ll stick to tweaking less potent ingredients. Trial and error my friends.

I’d pureed the blackberries and thyme until it reached a delicious and vibrantly purple consistency, and then mixed in the correct measurements of rum, simple syrup, triple sec, lime and sparkling water. I dumped it all back in the food processor (because mine is supposed to be able to chop ice and I didn’t want to pull out the big blender for two tiny little drinks), dropped in a handful of ice, closed the lid securely, locked it, held my hand over it, and hit “high” on the food processor. Looking back, it may have been a touch full, but whatever, right? It’ll be fine. And then it all went to hell.

Blackberry juice (blackberries that stain, might I add) exploded out of the food processor. There was blackberry drink slush oozing down the sides of the food processor, and splatters of it decorating the cabinets, the counters, the walls, the floor, the socks on Ted’s feet, my white tank top, and the basil plant. The kitchen looked like a crime scene. The sink was full of deep purple debris, my white tank top became tie-dye, the tan dish towel morphed into the purple dish towel, and the floor was a sticky mess. The ice remained unchopped. Of course.

I stood there totally dumbfounded while Ted calmly carried the remains of my precious blackberry thyme margaritas over to the sink and tried, unsuccessfully, to chop the rest of the ice and salvage what was left. They tasted merely okay, so I don’t think I’ll be making them again, in part because this particular patch of blackberries wasn’t very sweet or flavorful, but it also might have tasted a little less bitter had I not decided to get my money’s worth out of that $1.99 bundle of thyme. I think I’ll refrain from tempting fate and trying to sharpen my mad mixed drink skills for at least the next month or so. That’s what trained bartenders are for. My talents, clearly, lie elsewhere.

And I never did get to use the delicate little thyme sprig and speared blackberry garnish that I admired so.

Epic fail.

Or, as Ted said,

“That wasn’t an epic fail. That was a royal epic fail.”

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