A hodgepodge of information.

Months Gone By

The last few months of 2013 were really difficult, not mention this winter feels like THE LONGEST WINTER EVER. Depression is a fucking asshole and I hate it and I hate the way it affects my life. And I just miss my mom so much. That’s really all I have to say and I needed to say it somewhere because I’m at a point where I can’t even vocalize it. Saying things out loud makes them feel too real and I can’t handle realness these days.

I’m a mess sometimes.


Donuts Need Love, Too

Donuts seem to have replaced cupcakes, in terms of dessert trends these days. And I have to say, I’m feeling it. FOR SURE. I think I’ve consumed more donuts this year than I have in the last ten years of my life. I mean, it’s hard to resist when you’ve got a place like Federal Donuts in your city. Getting some fresh, hot ones on a Sunday morning has become a ritual in our house. And their fancies? Well, they deserve a post all to themselves.

Seriously, look at these pretty things! (Note: this photo is actually from last year. When I get Fed ‘Nuts these days, I don’t even bother with photos because I’m too busy shoveling them down my throat.)

I’m always on the look out for Groupon or Living Social deals for donuts, too. I managed to score one earlier this year for a bakery in South Philly, Frangelli’s, and it was so worth it. Something about old school bakery donuts just can’t be beat. It’s a totally different kind of donut than the fancier places are putting out but it’s delicious nonetheless.

Give me a chocolate frosted from Frangelli’s plus a cup of coffee with bourbon barrel smoked sugar and I’ll forget about everything wretched in the world. I might even stop talking shit on Philadelphia for a few minutes. Donuts totally bliss me out, I can’t help it. IT MIGHT BE TURNING INTO A PROBLEM, YOU GUYS. I even made donuts for Derek’s birthday this year. Who needs cake, right?

The Baked Espresso Glazed Donuts recipe I found on Shutterbean turned out to be just the thing for my dude: coffee meets chocolate meets HELL YES. They were a big hit. If I had time to make donuts every weekend, I’d make this recipe again and again. Treat yo’self, people. MAKE DONUTS.

And here’s a little song, just because.

Remember February?

I never know how to start back up again. The first half of the year went by so fast. Remember how I was all full speed ahead about sprucing up the house? Yeah, I lost interest (as usual). I still have a half painted kitchen. OOPS. I’ll get around to finishing that, maybe in the fall? Abandoning projects I initially get so pumped up about is the norm for me. I could launch into a big ol’ thingy about cycles of depression but let’s keep it light today. I have a half painted kitchen and, at the moment, I really don’t give a fuck.

Considering I can’t stand looking at the kitchen walls, I’m not cringing every time I walk in there these days. Why cringe when I can just ignore it and get down to business? CUE THE PIZZA-MAKING MUSIC. Yep, there has been lots of pizza happening lately. 2013 has been The Year of the Pizza Party and I love it. Pizza is probably my all-time favorite food, followed closely by tacos. I could alternate eating these foods every night of the week and not grow tired of them. Really. So many possible combinations, it’s endless.

Some of the pizza D and I have made over the last few months:

Chicken, onion, spinach and feta cheese.

Roasted blueberries, rosemary, spinach, feta and chèvre, drizzled with honey.

Yes, blueberries on pizza. Trust me. Do this. RIGHT NOW.

Apple, jalapeño, chunks of leftover pork chop, feta and parmesan cheese.

This turned out to be the best crust yet. Holy hell, delicious. I used this recipe, FYI. Normally I substitute half a cup of the all-purpose flour for whole wheat but this time I didn’t and it made a huge difference. Crisper crust but still a little chew: the essential pizza crust, my friends. Also, it was sturdy enough to hold heavier toppings if that’s your thing. Though I think the recipe lies when it says it yields two 10-inch pies. I only get one so who knows and who cares … I’m not playing around with tweaks because I’m totally in love.

Oh hey, originally I was going to re-cap life since February but clearly pizza has been the only thing of importance lately. You know how that goes. And now I’m off to make another pizza.

January is Moving Right Along

I have a quite a few projects on my to-do list today and all I really want to do is sit around and alternate between reading and watching movies. Procrastination is taking over my brain at the moment so naturally, here I am. Computing and shit.

You guys, this is the sad state of my Christmas tree:

Christmas is Over (and half undone)

Work has been crazy busy the last few weeks and when I get home at night, the last thing I feel like doing is dealing with decorations and pulling boxes out of the basement and blah blah blah. So now I have this half undone tree sitting here, basically laughing (and glaring) at me and saying, “If you don’t take me down soon, I’m going to fall over and then you’ll have an even bigger mess to deal with—at least give me some damn water.”

So, yeah. The tree is on my list of things to do today. But only after I finish painting a wall in the bedroom and throw in some laundry.

Did I mention I set some lofty goals for myself this month? I’m sort of loosely following along with The January Cure over at Apartment Therapy because I feel like I ignored doing a lot of home things over the last year. D and I have lived in this house for a year and a half but we got so sidetracked shortly after moving in—my mom’s sudden passing, getting married, life in general—that making this place feel like a home got pushed to the back burner. And I know it’s just a rental but we’re most likely staying put for a couple more years until we’ve grown our let’s-buy-a-house savings a bit more, so I’d like to make the most of it.

I have a feeling this little checklist of projects is going to carry over into February, possibly even early March. What can I say? I procrastinate and I’m a perfectionist, the latter of which makes it very difficult for me to make decisions when it comes to home organization/design/decor. I want things to be just right and if there’s the slightest bit of uncertainty, I obsess over it and can’t focus and you know … my cluttered brain!

Anyway, the bathroom is 99.9% done to my liking and the bedroom is, hmm, maybe 75% done. I’m trying not to overwhelm myself so if I keep doing things little by little, without letting too much time pass between projects, it helps keep the motivation flowing. I pretty much keep telling myself to GET IT, GIRL. I know, it’s total cheese but whatevs. That’s me.

Progress photos to follow, of course, because what’s a blog without photos? (SNOOZE.)

Three Weeks Into the New Year

D is usually the cook in our house but I thought I’d roll with being a wife and try to show him up this year. So my only resolution for 2013 is to cook more often and to try new things: recipes, techniques, ingredients. I’m not a fan of resolutions that set me up for failure so this is a good one! And it will teach me a lifelong skill, necessary for survival. I NEED TO EAT, RIGHT? (Also, I will finally be able to justify keeping all those years-old food magazines on my bookshelf.)

 Here is a cat in an apron, cooking your dinner.

I’m already pretty damn good at making chili but I decided to stray from my usual meaty version and switch it up a bit. I found this Black Bean Chili with Orange and Cumin recipe in the January 2009 issue of Bon Appétit and figured, why not? I had all the ingredients on-hand and one less trip to the store is okay by me.

My only resolution for 2013 is to cook dinner at home more often.

Founders Breakfast Stout makes everything better.

Chili and Founders Breakfast Stout. #coldweatherdindin

Will I be making it again, you ask? OF COURSE. For a vegetarian chili, it was very rich and filling. I didn’t miss the meat at all (I love meat) and the orange zest gave it a special twinkle I wouldn’t normally associate with chili. I’m into that. Obviously it doesn’t take much more than this to make me happy in the winter.

Except, if you wanna talk bacon. More specifically, BACON-WRAPPED MEATLOAF. I know, I know, bacon-wrapped everything is kind of over but I don’t care because I’m not a chef or a person who makes any sort of impact on food trends or whatever the hell … blah blah. Bacon in and on and around things just tastes really fucking good. So I made this meatloaf. And it was pretty much a delicious meat party in my mouth that night. I think this is going to replace D’s ‘loaf recipe (which is kind of perfection, or so I thought) on our list of ten-or-so meals we make regularly.

Loving this meatloaf so hard. #wildfridaynight

Here’s to making food in 2013. I hope I can remember to write about it in here. That’s not a resolution or anything but, you know … are LOLCats even still a thing?

It’s Never a Good Idea to Dry-Shave Your Legs

It’s been about five or six years since I’ve had a regular exercise schedule . Sure, I’ve gone to the gym sporadically, tried Insanity for a few weeks, took a couple ballet classes and so forth and so on, but the last time I truly committed myself to exercise on the reg was in 2008 (oh shit, was it 2007?) when my mom and I did the C25K running plan. It was easy right off the bat and then challenging and then sort of easy again. And by the end of the program, holy hell, I could run for 30 minutes without stopping. Kind of a big deal to someone who pretty much hates running.

I guess running is kind of boring to me but it feels good mentally. Am I contradicting myself? I don’t know … running is whatever. I like zoning out and being outside and not really thinking about anything. And lately I’ve been feeling like I need that again.

So this morning I dropped D off at work and hit up the Schuylkill River Trail and did Day 1 of Week 1 of the running plan and it felt pretty darn good. My head was clear and my spirits lifted. It woke me up and motivated me to get shit done and now I’m sitting here sipping on my tea, making my to-do list and feeling mostly good. My lower legs, though, those fuckers. I am cursing them. They burn like hell—not because of the cold weather or muscle tightness, but because I thought it would be NO BIG DEAL to dry-shave before leaving the house. God forbid another person running should look down at the five inches of exposed skin on my legs and see the patches of hair! The world would end. Peace, see ya later.

My name is Jill and occasionally I make bad decisions.

Maybe Next Year

Hammies be crazy.

Gonna start using this thing in 2013. I swear it. MARK MY WORDS, YOU.

Brain Barf

My favorite thing to do at home lately is purge my stuff. I love throwing shit out. GET IT THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE! PEACE OUT, GOOD RIDDANCE! Feels so good.

The basement, the closet, the bookshelves. I wish all my belongings fit into one room. Simplicity, please.

And maybe this will sound like a bit of downer but I don’t want someone to have to spend days, weeks, months, years sorting through all my belongings when I croak.

(This is what I think about as I get rid of some of my mom’s things. And mine.)


My hair is the longest it’s been in ages, and also: frizzy.

Being married is the coolest.

I have spring fever.

Tacos are still the best.

I miss my mom but I’m happy.

My job—also cool.

Did I mention how awesome my husband is? Well, he totally is.

Life’s A-OK. Who needs blogging these days?


A Rad Thing (Promises)

I vow to never use the term “hubby.”