Thanksgiving Inspiration from an Unlikely Source

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Who knew A Christmas Carol had so much to do with Thanksgiving? A happy accident. You can see where my mind has been lately, can’t you? ‘Tis the season for us theatre folk.

“You see, there is generosity aplenty in the natural world. One need look no further than a simple farmer’s harvest or in the young child’s heart to learn how to be thankful.” – Ghost of Christmas Present

“It is a time, of all others, when Want is keenly felt and Abundance rejoices.” – First Subscription Gentleman

“Business! Mankind should have been my business. The common welfare should have been my business. Charity, Mercy, and Benevolence should all have been my business!” – Marley’s Ghost

“He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service a pleasure or a burden. The happiness he gives…is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.” – Ebenezer Scrooge remembering Mr. Fezziwig

We all have the power within us to be thankful for what we already have, big and small – and often it is the simplest of pleasures that bring us the most joy. We all have the power within us to share what we have with those who have not, especially when we have so much to share. We all have the power within us to take care of others like it is our job, because it is. And we all have the power within us to bring happiness to others or to add to their burden. The choice is ours.

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Sweet Dreams

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I have seriously fantastic taste in winter pajamas.

Consider your Monday-Friday sleepwear officially covered.

You’re welcome.

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Well, you need something appropriate to tiptoe around the house in on Christmas Eve while you wait for Santa in your living room blanket fort, now don’t you?

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I feel strongly that a woodsy red flannel blanket, mug of hot cocoa, a blaze roaring in the fireplace, and a lodge in the snowy mountains would complete this ensemble. Does this remind anyone else of Topanga Lawrence from Boy Meets World? Also, you can’t pass up trendy reindeer. So, just give in to the adorable yet slightly impractical short-sleeved reindeer pajamas.

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Yes, those are indeed black velour footed pajamas (also available in red and plum). I know. Black velour footed pajamas. I’ll let that sink in for a moment.

You can rest easy now and thank me later. Life = complete.

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Thermal is terrific! To be fair, on the off chance that you don’t wear a knit beanie and waist-wrapped sweater to bed (what nonsense! I know I do.), I still think this cozy thermal union suit would be just dandy on its own. But thanks for the style tip, J. Crew!

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These Christmasy two-piece long johns totally come in adult sizes. I’m particularly drawn to the green stripes. They’re pretty nifty, and green is my favorite color. Better yet, they’re unisex! Now the man in your life can be Christmas-handsome too, and you’ll match! You probably had no idea I was so stylish.

(On that note, yes it actually does have something funny to do with these very same exact pajamas, please read this. Hilarious. Snarky. True. Match made in heaven.)

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Just kidding. Please don’t wear this. Or pose like this. Ever.

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You can also count these out (and the humans too). There is a line, and this is it.

I bet you think my five picks above are looking better and better, right?

Sweet dreams!

P.S. In all seriousness, those Xmas Eve hooded pajamas and the long johns need to be mine ASAP.

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Our Plans Unveiled

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Thanksgiving is the BEST.

Easily in my top 3 of the “Best Holidays” category.

With that in mind, and after much time and consideration, our Thanksgiving menu is at last complete!

This year we’ll be having…

  • Roasted turkey with giblet gravy and caramelized onions
  • Glazed ham with maple-dijon cream sauce
  • Roasted leg of lamb with fresh mint jus
  • Grilled salmon with a traditional herb crust
  • Sweet potato gnocchi tossed in a wheel of parmigiano
  • Butternut squash ravioli with sweet fennel cream sauce
  • Rigatoni and homemade turkey & arugula meatballs
  • Baked acorn squash with brown sugar, cinnamon, and oranges
  • Candied yams
  • Italian green bean and mushroom casserole
  • Rustic mashed potatoes with roasted garlic
  • Sweet sausage and fennel stuffing
  • Baked brie with almonds
  • Stuffed sausage mushrooms
  • Clams
  • Crab cakes
  • Fried oysters
  • Corn fritters
  • Mixed vegetable frittura
  • Sicilian style fried calamari
  • Shrimp and crab claws
  • Aged and imported cheeses with smoked salmon, marinated artichokes, mussels, clams, and roasted peppers
  • Tomato, basil, and fresh mozzarella caprese
  • Deviled eggs and relish tray
  • Romaine salad with fennel and orange
  • Croissants with herb-infused butter
  • Chocolate fountain with assorted dippers including fresh fruit
  • Flambé with vanilla ice cream and fresh strawberries
  • Pie: Pumpkin, pecan, apple, berry, cherry, and lemon meringue
  • Canollis
  • Champagne

…clearly, we’re dining out this year.

I love planning fantastic dishes – traditional with a twist. A few family recipes passed down through the years and a few of my own adventurous creation. I love a good home-cooked meal made from scratch and with love. I love having my home filled to the brim with family, friends, food, wine, music, games, gratitude, and laughter. I love the sweet and spicy scent of a busy kitchen. I love decorating the table beautifully for the ultimate feast of thanksgiving. And I love celebrating Thanksgiving at home – where ever that may be.

But this year it’s just me and Ted. And though when we are together, we are always home, we don’t have a permanent place to call our “home” just yet. We may feel like squatters, but at least we’re together!

And so we’ll sleep in, cozily huddled beneath the blankets while the crisp winter wind nips at the windowpanes, instead of waking up at 5 a.m. to prep a turkey. And we’ll go to church, and share our blessings, and give thanks for all that we have and hold dear, and then we’ll go out to eat. Clearly, Ted found a stellar place; that delicious menu isn’t a sacrifice in the least! And we’ll eat and drink to our hearts delight. Champagne for everyone!

And when we’re finished, we’ll go back to the apartment and change into our pajamas, and roost, and relax, and nap, and watch football, and hang out with my wonderful roommate and her husband, if they’re around. We’ll turn on the music, and sip wine, and dig into a slice of freshly baked pie (that I will be making this year), and play a board game, and cuddle up in blankets, and maybe even build a fort in the living room, and laugh, and simply be together – thankful.

And we have so, so much to be thankful for.

What are your Thanksgiving plans?

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Blissful and Glorious

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So, I don’t know about you, but I can’t help but love a chunk of time that looks like this: 4-day work week, 4-day Texas vacation, 4-day work week, relaxing weekend with no obligations, 3-day work week including rehearsal visitations and decorating the theatre for the holidays, and a 4-day Thanksgiving break with Ted.

That, my friends, is excellence at its finest.

I’ve already shared with you the food and family coma that was my trip to the Lone Star state, and my 4-day work week was mellow yet fulfilling after the previous week’s rush of student matinee performances and discovery workshops. My no-obligations Saturday of relaxation and getting stuff done around the place time included the glorious feeling of sleeping in and waking up without the chime of an annoying alarm, checking out some local fish shops to find our new fav for supplies, plants, RO water, and eats for the crays (I may or may not have found a few I’d like to add to the brood!), bumming a few parks and cute little small-town shops in this mild winter weather, mall browsing, cooing over a herd of cows at a dairy farm, reading a great book I can’t put down, and checking out this city’s food truck & ice cream scene. I’d call that a successful Saturday. Re-reading that last statement, this image comes to mind:

The no friends things totally isn’t true, but I think I’m starting to sound old and gray at 26. Granted, my Saturday is not what I would have pegged as the “ultimate day of fun” – not in the least. I’ve got plenty of rad ideas for that! But it was relaxing and enjoyable. I wonder if my 16-year-old self would have been mortified by my concept of a successful Saturday? Anyhow, onto the goods:

From the Le Petite Poutine food truck: Piping hot French fries topped with gravy, local cheese curds, and a few sprigs of fresh thyme. The verdict? Amazing.
Salted Caramel and Pecan ice cream from Moonlight Creamery. The Honey Lavender wasn’t too bad either ;) Nor was the free pint of Maine Lobster Tracks I got for donating blood. Ice cream, I love you.
I want this.
And this. I think we need a few more colors to round out our family. Blue, white, and orange. Ace and Gigi could use some company.

How was your Saturday?

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There Are No Words

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I die.

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Epic Tomfoolery, Part 1

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If you’re anything like me and deeply appreciate the obscene tomfoolery that is magazines like SkyMall, Williams-Sonoma, and Anthropologie that charge approximately $178 for a stylish yet utterly stupid and/or impractical object, like a digital talking jewel-encrusted soap dish, that you could not fathom ever needing yet alone paying a tidy portion of your paycheck for, (and if you don’t mind a bit of profanity in exchange for a hearty laugh) then this quick read will make your day. This dude’s humor had me in stitches. Because, really, 25+ smackaroos for a twine acorn holder? What the hell IS that anyway? And pray tell why on earth anyone actually needs that crap? Do you really need to be buying a motorized alien butler, waistband stretcher, Siamese “slanket”, bug vacuum, or toilet roll iPod docking station 10,000 feet above the ground? Astonishing.

Clearly, I’m a lady. And being such, I can respect the desire for a sweet pair of eye-catching earrings or a fancy foodie cooking appliance as much as the next lady. After all, I’m only human. I’m not saying you won’t see a jar of dreamy Door County honey mustard, a doughnut baking pan, gourmet loose tea, mason jar wine glasses, moccasins, girly earrings, footed velour pajamas, a rustic wooden bathtub tray, or a waffle maker in the shape of Texas on my Pinterest wish list. Are these items fantastic? Yes. Are these items totally useless? Also, yes. But are these items ungodly, catastrophically, immorally, and unreasonably expensive? Comparatively, no. And will I ever actually cough up the cash to own them, of my own accord? Probably not, because thinking “heh, that’s weird” and actually buying it are two different ball games. But, honestly, how can an intelligent being with even a lick of common sense not enjoy browsing such magazines and simply marveling at the stupidity of what asinine objects we Americans will plop down our hard-earned money for? Put stupidity to the tune of sarcasm and I’m hooked! There’s a pretty handful of great articles out there, detailing the ludicrous items from the likes of the magazines listed above for your purchasing and wallet-emptying pleasuring – wittily penned, of course. Sometimes I Google search for them when I need a good laugh. I suggest you do the same if you ever find yourself in need of a quick midday pick-me-up. Like magic and without fail.

What are some of your guilty searching and/or reading pleasures?

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Go For Me, Cincinnati

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Somebody NEEDS to go to Turkey Bowl for me this year. Seriously. I am truly bummed that I will not be in town next week to partake in this. I can think of nothing more rewarding than flinging a frozen turkey at a bunch of bowling pins on the outdoor ice rink in Fountain Square. Nothing.

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While we’re at it, you can also go to Balluminaria for me this weekend on Mirror Lake in Eden Park. Another Cincy event I had been desperately looking forward to attending for the entire past year but, alas, no dice.

SOMEBODY PLEASE GO AND ENJOY THE WORLD FOR ME.

And bring me back some of these from the Taste of Belgium!

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God Bless Texas

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Alternatively titled “The Weekend In Which I Came Home to Texas and Ate Three Times My Own Body Weight.”

That wasn’t even a joke. It was four days of truly horrifying quantities of non-stop food consumption.

In other words, it was glorious!

Kind of hard not to partake when a literal tub of sangria awaits your arrival as soon as you walk in the door. I knew I always liked these people.

There was – of course – the wedding feast to celebrate the marriage of my niece Jenn to her fiance Caleb, the mimosa bar stocked with champagne and flavored juices, the chocolate fondue fountain with assorted delicious dippers, the Mexican fiesta rehearsal dinner, guacamole (this is a food group in and of itself), three days of cake (bridal shower, groom’s cake for the rehearsal dinner, and wedding cake), a full pint of Blue Bell Moollennium Crunch ice cream…uh, for breakfast (oops?), multiple mugs of homemade sangria, fried chicken and mashed potatoes, cheesy tex-mex enchiladas complete with rice and beans, sushi, a mountain of the best mac n’ cheese in the state, s’mores and jumbo marshmallows enjoyed fireside, petit fours (4 cakes and counting), breakfast tacos, cheesecake with strawberries and more champagne (five cakes!), several hazelnut cappuccinos with biscotti, and continual nibbles from meat and cheese and fruit and veggie platters. In conclusion, if it was edible and within a twenty-five mile radius, I beasted it.

My jeans are screaming.

I’m pretty psyched to eat broccoli for the next month.

But let’s not dwell on that when there are so many other uniquely Texas things to dwell on…

Like the requisite sketchy-looking brown hairy spider that remained perched on the stone wall of our entryway for a good day and a half – haunting my dreams every time I passed by him, or the coral snake that slithered across the rock garden in our yard that entranced the kids into fits of joy, or the massive beetle thing adorning yet another outer wall of our house, or even the praying mantis – captured Sunday morning for my nieces and nephews to investigate before he was released, unharmed, back into the wilds of the great outdoors.

Freaky bugs are a Texas requirement.

No trip to Texas is complete without a plethora of nasty bug sightings.

But no scorpions this time, so we’ll consider that a huge “welcome home!” bonus.

Though the mantis was kind of adorable.

“Can I come out now?”

The spider, beetle, and snake? No thanks.

I landed in Ol’ San Antone (as our captain repeatedly referred to it as) on Friday morning, walked outside the airport terminal, and promptly peeled off several layers of sweater tights and cozy wool wraps when I realized it was a balmy 75 degrees out (and not the 25 degrees I left in) and, furthermore, that I was dramatically dying of heat stroke. I took a moment to question what kind of Texan thinks 75 degrees is too hot, silently mourned the loss of my supreme heat tolerance (and pride), and bellowed something along the lines of “what happened to me!?” and “who have I become!?” whilst I sweated buckets in the Texas cold front.

Once I got over myself, I enjoyed an afternoon with the family shopping for the wedding feast eats, ironing and folding tablecloths, and setting up tables, decorations, food, and favor baggies at the reception venue.

I may have also imbibed in some sangria and relaxation, enjoying the southwest-esque styled backyard I adore and have missed so dearly. There’s nothing quite like the Texas hill country.

It’s good to be home.

Friday night we all gathered for a Mexican fiesta rehearsal dinner catered by my favorite Boerne restaurant (epic mac n’ cheese and guacamole, I kid you not), complete with pinatas!

Brightly colored glitter-and-candy-filled pinatas should be a part of every celebration.

That is, in fact, a three-tiered Star Wars cheesecake, lovingly and awesomely made by my sister-in-law (and the bride’s mom) Tracy.

Saturday morning was all about the most epic 19-person Texas landscape family photo shoot in existence. The whole entire Bidus clan only gets together once every few years (Thank God for family weddings) so when we do, we make the most of it. An hour-and-a-half, a trillion pictures in every conceivable combination, and about two-hundred immature fart jokes later, I sure hope there are some funny outtakes to show for it.

Also, because Ted couldn’t make it this weekend because of his work schedule, I was the only Bidus kid without a spouse to take an immediate family-unit photo with. There are two ways I could have taken this disappointing news. You bet your buns I gleefully turned this into an opportunity to take professional pictures with my cat.

Pictures forthcoming. You’re welcome.

Maybe next time my husband will show up at family gatherings. (Love you, dude!)

After the photo shoot we all hauled off in our own directions to prepare for the wedding, and then came together to set up and make it happen!

Jenn and Caleb’s wedding was at Ring Mountain, a sweet and totally gorgeous brand new southwest chic little event venue perfectly situated at the top of a tall hill overlooking some of the finest views in the Texas Hill Country. Hills, lakes, and longhorns on a sunny day in November are the perfect fixings for a breathtaking Texas wedding.

God, I love this state.

My niece and nephew served as ring bearer and flower girl. Adorable.

Perhaps we should have clarified that the flower petals go on the aisle, not directly under the flower girl?

So gorgeous I can hardly stand it.

Yesssssss.

This was the cake service set used 46 years ago by my parents at their wedding, over 20 years ago by my brother Brent and his wife Tracy at their wedding, and now by their daughter Jenn and her shiny new husband Caleb at their wedding.

My brother Brent’s family. Fine looking folks!

With mom and dad, in our natural habitat.

The wild west Texas wind, blowing me away…again.

  You simply cannot resist the corny country song lyrics when you’re in Texas. You just can’t. It had to be said.

That’s better.

Girls in white dresses. And bubbles!

Halle Grace is not amused.

My youngest nieces and nephews.

Another fantastic cake (not to mention that super sweet cake topper!) made by my sister-in-law, and Jenn’s mom, Tracy. So pretty!

Sunset over the hill country. Stunning.

Sunday was about family, friends, relaxing, and eating (duh).

I met two of my closest girl friends Kelley and Katie for a classic tex-mex lunch of cheese enchiladas. It was to die for. We sat for three and a half hours. I miss them so much and feel so lucky to have such great friends.

Dinner was sushi with my friend Michelle. We’ve been friends since second grade – 19 years. And I still love her to pieces.

Isn’t it ridiculous that I have pictures of the food, but not of me with these three incredible ladies? Major fail! Next time I’ll have to be much better about this! Perhaps next time should also come sooner rather than later!

Sunday night after I talked for hours upon hours on end with my girlfriends, we had a family bonfire out back of the house. Dad built up a fantastic fire pit, totally enormous with all these great logs to sit on, circled around the fire. We roasted jumbo marshmallows, drank mugs of homemade sangria, cooked up some s’mores for each other, star gazed without all the interference of city lights, and enjoyed our time together – adults and kids alike, about 15 of us. It was heaven. One of those experiences you remember forever.

This trip didn’t feature my usual Texas must-haves – the snow cone stand, or the San Antonio riverwalk at night, the visit to the Alamo, or many of the other things I have grown to love and miss about this part of the country. But this time it had my whole family, which was even better!

And just in case you forgot where we really are…

…there’s always this sign on the door of the restaurant where we celebrated my brother Brent’s retirement from the air force on Monday afternoon to remind you what Texas is all about.

‘Til next time.

God bless Texas.

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On Kittens Needing Mittens, Rays, and Blue Bell

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Welcome to my winter.

Also, I did a workshop at a high school today, and let me just say that my high school did not look like this:

Nor did it have any of these swimming around the hallways:

What a rip off, Boerne.

Officially jipped out of a great aquatic education.

In other news…

Texas (and, uh, Blue Bell Ice Cream) = TOMORROW

I kind of cannot contain my excitement.

Really.

For the record, i’ll be sitting pretty at about 78 degrees in the Lone Star State this weekend, instead of hobbling outside in fleece-lined tights, gloves, and a parka when it’s a cool 23 degrees here.

Temporary life upgrade? I think so.

Happy Thursday friends!

What are you looking forward to this weekend?

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November Lessons: Installment A

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November 4, 2012

Dear Diary,

Today was the first snowfall of the season. Not to be melodramatic, but my life is over.

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We have, apparently, reached that time of year when I can no longer go to the mall, the grocery store, the post office, or any other place of consumer business because, as of November 3, the wreaths and trees were up, the fake snow was sprinkled, the reindeer were flying from the rafters, the halls were decked, the Christmas music was in full swing ’round these parts, and my Thanksgiving-loving Grinch had heart shrunk two sizes.

Must be time for my annual PSA:

IT’S NOVEMBER. You know, autumn, Thanksgiving, turkeys, cornucopias, leaves, pumpkins, pecans, open fires, family, thankfulness, brown and red and yellow and orange, etc. (i.e. – NOT CHRISTMAS). That goes for you too, snowfall. Back off! I still have 26 more days of – what I hope to be – uninterrupted autumn goodness coming my way, and I do not want it impeded by 2.5 months of premature holiday cheer, so cool your damn jets, you over zealous Christmas fiends.

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And when the cold weather strikes and is here to stay, I know it’s also about time for my other favorite PSA:

As always, friends…leggings are not pants. Tights are not pants. Micro dresses are not pants. Tunics are not pants. Underwear are not pants.

Only pants are pants.

I’ve even attached a handy-dandy flow chart to help you on your quest in sporting appropriate public attire, for all you pantsless creatures out there (and there are, unfortunately, a good number of you), should you be confused and need a little push in the right direction.

You’re welcome.

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Friday’s workday consisted of fun-size Snickers and Crunch bars leftover from Halloween, chocolate cake, and two mugs of hot chocolate, while Friday evening was all about ginger seaweed salad, sushi, and a show for my girls’ night with a great new friend.

All Fridays should be so wonderful!

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This weekend I saw my first show featuring a cast of deaf actors. Opposite of a sign interpreted production, the hearing/speaking actors stood off to the side and vocalized the text, while the deaf/signing actors took to the stage, performed the show, and did all the physical acting while signing the words. The concept was pretty fantastic!

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I am thankful for fleece-lined tights (which are not pants, but I am aware of this, so I wear them beneath a skirt. If you are confused, please see flow chart above), hand warmers, ear muffs, gloves, hand cream, lip balm, winter coats, and snow boots. They just might save my life this winter. I smell money well-spent in my future.

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Dark at 5 p.m.? Not a fan. Bring back the sunshine!

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Texas = 4 days.

BBQ = 4 days

Tex-Mex = 4 days

Family = 4 days

Hill country, cactus, sunsets, and 75 degrees = 4 days

Sancho = 4 days

YES.

BRING IT.

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