on blast like TNT so

So I'm moving. That part is decided. The problem is I've been debating between moving into the crummy yet cheap apartment downstairs or finding a place with my friend and business partner Heather. For a normal person this would be a tough decision- they would most likely reflect on it for a while, then choose the right one for them and go with it. For me this is a huge deal. I cannot make a decision to save my life. I hate them. One of my greatest wishes is to have a personal stylist because I can't even figure out which pants to wear in the morning ('does this look dumb or awesome? dumb! no awesome! shit, I'm just going to change'). So this whole process of figuring out what to do involves lots of me bringing the subject up to anyone who will listen, asking them to tell me what to do, hours of fretting, and multiple pros and cons lists.

On my walk to coffee today I was reminded I'd forgotten to put a pro down on the staying side. I live by a high school and walk past it almost daily. When I first moved here I thought this was a con. I had to shove through crowds of rough looking, gel haired teenagers and it felt a lot like junior high again. Lots of me walking with my head down and saying 'excuse me' really quiet, while more often than not getting pushed. Then that whole head down thing started to pay off. I had forgotten that teenagers are that lovely combination of horrible, active poets and incredibly unorganized. This means they drop a lot of their bad poetry (and rap!) on the ground, for introverted girls like myself to find while going to get their happy-time juice.

The small one above is what I found today. The two-page poem (r&b song?) is my favorite that I've picked up there.


more like looooooooooooove

They call it Friendship Tea, but I think we have progressed beyond that. Ladies & gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to my Relationship Tea. As I brewed some Irish Breakfast this morning I can't really say that we're exclusive, but I CAN say that it has my heart.



This weekend I went home to Cedar Falls for Easter. As always, my sister Kathleen brought amazing, addictive, and all-around yummy snacks. Here are her teeny-tiny cupcakes. I usually find that cute things tend to trade some of their taste for presentation. These lil' guys were not falling for that! They were adorable AND delicious. With three kids I have no idea how she finds the time to make food for us, but I appreciate that she does. Thanks Kathleen!


white cheddar & rosemary popcorn

Oh my. Oh my oh my. Finally an impulse 'It's 6pm and i'm hungry at Target' purchase pays off. Target, if you're out there, please send me a case of this? You're a dear.


falafel pitas with cucumber-yogurt dressing

This has been in my Things I Should Make folder for a couple of weeks now, and on Friday I finally took my own advice. While it doesn't taste at all authentic it was fast, cheap, and pretty yummy. I have no regrets. Also, I learned that I need and want more plain yogurt in my life.

Falafel Pitas with Cucumber-Yogurt Dressing
from Cooking Light

1/4 cup minced red onion
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
1 teaspoon ground cumin
1/2 teaspoon paprika
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1/8 teaspoon salt
1 (15 1/2-ounce) can chickpeas (garbanzo beans), rinsed and drained
1 (1-ounce) slice whole wheat bread, torn into pieces
1 large egg
1 large egg white
1 1/2 tablespoons olive oil
2 (6-inch) whole wheat pitas, split
1 cup arugula
1/2 cup
Cucumber-Yogurt Dressing (1/4 c. minced red onion, 1/2 c. seedless chopped cucumber, 1 c. plain yogurt)

Combine first 10 ingredients in a food processor; pulse 6 times or until well blended (mixture will be wet).
Heat olive oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Spoon about 1/3 cup chickpea mixture per patty into pan; cook 4 minutes on each side or until golden brown.
Line each pita half with 1/4 cup arugula, add 1 patty to each pita half, and spoon 2 tablespoons Cucumber-Yogurt Dressing into each pita half.