Luck of the Irish

I have never had a hangover in my life, and apparently that’s genetic, but if you’re choosing to drink green beer tonight (and if you are, I hate you), maybe watch this first.

Godspeed.

It has come to my attention…

…that it is Presidents’ Day. I haven’t paid any mind to arbitrary government ditch days since high school (when I stopped getting the day off), and discovered this when I tried to go to the bank and discovered that that was not in the cards for the day.

The next step, obviously, was to try and celebrate in some way, even though this is a completely fake holiday. I don’t own one of those barrister’s wigs (though I would like to!), so dressing up in period costume is strictly out this year. That leaves me with no choice: I must search Etsy for Thomas Jefferson-themed memorabilia (favorites, if I can call them that, included this, this, and this). It is something of a dream for me to one day own a bust of the man himself like my friend Will’s parents own one, and they dress him up for holidays. I am in favor of this in all its iterations, and really liked his Halloween costume last year (Abraham Lincoln).

Anyway, what I actually did was go to Zachary Taylor Cemetery. It’s near my house, and it’s probably Louisville’s only legitimate presidential tie (though the aforementioned 16th president is totally from Kentucky so don’t let any Illinois poseurs tell you otherwise). I got a pretty shot, so I thought I’d share it with you.

If you squint, you can see Ole Rough and Ready's mausoleum yonder.
If you squint, you can see Ole Rough and Ready’s mausoleum yonder.

The pictures I took AT the mausoleum were just creepy and not very illustrative, so let’s just pretend those didn’t happen.

Now that I did my nominal history stuff, I’m going to celebrate the true meaning of Presidents’ Day: shopping for a new juicer at Macy’s.

Obligatory Valentine’s Day Noise

I’ll admit, I’m not really that in to Valentine’s Day. I think it’s a little silly, and about a third of my friends agree with me. Another third are SO INTO IT and are real smug about how into it they are, and the remaining third of them hate it in a way that kind of reminds me of how I felt about it in 7th grade (e.g., throwing I Hate Valentine’s Day parties and telling you all about how commercialism blah blah blah). Needless to say, it made my day when I got this card this morning:

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Because, yes. Valentine’s Day is an unholy alliance of overpriced plant life and saturated fats, but I LOVE both of those things! So shut up, smug people, but also shut up haters, because I want to eat some tasty thangs.

With that, I give you two tried-and-true recipes from my mental vaults of Valentine’s Days past. I made them in my tiny college kitchen and my even-less-well-equipped graduate school kitchen, so they’re easy and fun and festive without being so…aspirational.  Continue reading “Obligatory Valentine’s Day Noise”