You know you're a history nerd when...

You pray that your niece is not born on March 15th! March 15th, the Ides of March, is the same day Julius Caesar was killed by his most trusted friends and confidants.

It is just not a good day...

Fried Ravioli...Yum!!

In the past year, cooking and baking have become a serious hobby of mine. I really enjoy looking at food blogs and other food websites, and I also like the actual cooking process. I like that I can take a bunch of random, individual items and create something new and different. I feel inspired, relaxed, and artsy. It is slowly becoming the creative outlet I have been looking for (take for example my sea-foam green cupcakes).

Last Thursday night, my roommate asked me for some appetizer ideas. She, and all the girls in her family, were going on a weekend get-a-way and they were going to have tapas on Saturday night. I quickly thought back through the recent postings on my favorite food blog and offered up some ideas. After listing a few, it hit me: fried ravioli. It is simple, only a few ingredients, and you don’t need utensils to eat it. Although my roommate did not make the fried ravioli, I could not get it out of my mind. After a long day at school dreaming about the 2:55 bell and my fried ravioli, I finally got home, went to the store, and got out my frying pan.

Side note: I do not like change. If something works well for me, why switch it up? So for the past year I have been very much against using Panko breadcrumbs. Even though recipe after recipe say to use Panko breadcrumbs, I refused. I like the breadcrumbs I use. But, I thought: “I want my ravioli to have a thick, crunchy crust, lets try the Panko crumbs.” I felt like Meryl Steep when she took a chance and hired “the smart, fat girl” in The Devil Wears Prada. I don’t know what came over me, but I sure am glad that it did. Panko breadcrumbs are my new food obsession! Use them, I promise!

A little bit of this, a little bit of that, some freakishly hot oil and done! The ravioli was warm and gooey on the inside and crunchy on the outside. I love mixing food textures and temperatures, so I decided to take it up a notch: I dipped the ravioli in cold marinara sauce. It was so good that I made it again on Saturday night.

My roommate may have been the one on a get-a-way, but I had fried ravioli, wine, and the Olympics! To make it even better, it was the men’s figure skating re-runs. I love you Johnny Weir. (What do you all think about this idea: rather than Johnny Weir star in a reality show about his life, he needs to be the first bachelor on the first gay season of Bachelor. It could fly…at least a lot better than Jake’s season did. Ha ha!)

PS-I know that this is not the best picture, and my second batch looked much prettier than this one, but food photography is a whole new issue. It was not the best ravioli to fry, and I still working on my frying techniques. I am just going to have to persevere and keep making this!

Happy?

Lessons in Baking

Lesson 1: Do not bake hungover.

As part of my attempt to be like Martha Stewart, I want to be the girl who always brings something fun to a party. That may be a fun dessert, a new appetizer, or an Italian bread loaf made from scratch for a pasta dinner. And maybe, just maybe, there will be a theme. Like this past weekend for the Super Bowl. After going out Saturday night, Sunday morning was little rougher than I wanted it to be. In addition to a massive headache, I woke up wanting to make some "blue" velvet cupcakes in honor of the Colts. Well, thanks to my lack of concentration from a few too many Bud Lights, I forgot two of the key ingredients. Not only did the cupcakes not rise, but they turned out a sea-foam green color. If the game was in South Beach, these might have been more acceptable. I ended up just throwing these out...the recipe was not the best either.

What did make the party (and I am sure Martha would approve) was when after the Colts first scored, Amanda Ross asks, "Who wants celebratory Jell-O shots?!" They were blue...and I loved every part of them!! She even made non-alcoholic ones for my preggers sister. All the while Amanda was taking care of her adorable son, John. So Martha, so jealous.

Indy Shore Party

Theme parties, love them. Costume parties, love those, too. I always have and I always will. Just about every outfit I do wear has a theme behind. It may be nautical with navy and white, I could wear a splash of color to put me in a good mood, at times I channel Jackie O, I have Banana Republic theme of neutral colors, and even a few sassy girl themes. I love theme parties.

Why? Perhaps because my inner diva can come out and it is socially acceptable. I see it is as my chance to be one stage and perform.

The other night my friend had one, an Indy Shore party. It was trashy, sluty, skanky and I loved every minute of it. People were orange from spray tan, my arm hurts from fist pumping all night, and my towel might be ruined from washing off all the eye makeup and bronzer.

I found my outfit at Wal-Mart. It is from the new Miley Cyrus and Max Azria line and it was perfect: faux pleather skin tight leggings with zippers, and a tank top that zipped up the back. And it was all on super sale with every size out.

Karaoke...Living the Dream!

The other night my friends and I went to a karaoke bar. We had been talking about it for a while, so I was very excited and, yes, very prepared.

Lets go back a little bit. When my sister got engaged all I wanted was to sing "Proud Mary" at the reception. She said no. He said no. For the past couple of years I have been Tina Turner for Halloween and even got the compliment from a friend that "Annie is the best Tina." Thank you Mikey. So the natural choice for my karaoke song was "Proud Mary!"

It was great! I had people singing along and cheering, and even a few people stood up at the end for a standing ovation. Perhaps it was the Tina shimmy and shake that I have nailed down, or my fun stage presence, I don't know...

All I do know is talent scouts---I am waiting!!

Wrong answer...?

Hi! I am back…after an 8 month hiatus. And it was not because nothing happened, I have been lazy.

In the past couple of days, I have twice “failed” a test that normal people pass, including my friend, her co-workers, sister, brother, brother-in-law, dad, uncle, and cousin. The first time was when my friend Amanda forwarded me the email, and the second was at dinner when my brother-in-law told a story.

The story is along this line: At your mother’s funeral you meet a man and fall deeply in love, believing him to be your soul mate. He leaves before you can get his name, phone number, any contact information—nothing. The next week you kill your sister, why?

Normal people say things like: “you were so heartbroken you killed her out of rage,” or “she started dating the man you met.” In a scientific study, it was proven that psychopaths answer along this line: “you thought he might attend your sister’s funeral, you wanted to see him again, so you killed your sister.”

When I first read the email, I immediately answered that I killed my sister so he would come to her funeral. I came up with no other answer. I am a psychopath! When I told my friend who emailed, she laughed saying only one other person she knows answered it as a psychopath would. When my brother-in-law told the story, the rest of the people at the table did not even get close to the psychopathic answer. I was getting really stressed out because they were no where near close! I am a psychopath and highly strung.

However, my brother-in-law’s mother gave the psychopathic answer and she is the opposite of a psychopath! My mom and grandma have not taken the test as far as I know. Anyways, aren’t psychopaths also geniuses?