Baking Day

I was lucky enough to get Thanksgiving week off of work, and so I knew that I wanted to spend one of my free days baking a pie. A Dutch apple pie, to be exact! We bought apples from the farmers market last week while waiting for our table at Snooze, and I was slowly getting all the supplies I needed to make this delicious treat.

My cousin Nasime got a last minute flight to come for Thanksgiving, so while my sister was picking her up from the airport, I thought I was being super prepared and packed all my pie goods to take to her house for our baking day. i stopped at King Soopers for Britt's supplies, got some coffee, and I was really feeling like a hybrid of Martha and Giada all rolled into one.

I passed a horse pasture and caught a glimpse of the back of a horse wearing a coat, but for some reason it looked like someone had dressed up a scary figure and placed it in the pasture to scare people. I had just read some thing on pinterest about how to scare the hotel maids by making figurines out of towels, so I automatically thought, oh thats not weird to have a scary figure in a pasture, but then realized that people generally don't try to scare you during Thanksgiving, and no...its not scary, its just a horse with a jacket on. Moving on.

Then, the second I pulled into her neighborhood, somehow my mind realized I had left the pie dough I had so carefully prepared last night at my house. Come ON! So I unloaded all my gunk and told myself I would be back in 10 minutes. That's a lie. I have to lie to myself sometimes.

I called my mom on the way and after hanging up with her, I was just driving right along when I realized I had missed my exit. What the heck!! I do not live in a big city by any means. Traffic was not an issue. I wasn't talking on the phone. I just missed it. Now, something I realized today was that if you miss the Mountain Vista exit, the next exit is in SEVEN MILES. In Wellington. That's practically WYOMING. So I turned on my iPod and settled in for the road trip. Once I turned around, I speedraced back to my exit, and as soon as I was on Mountain Vista, there it was....a TRAIN. A freaking train. I blew half a tank of gas to speed up to beat it, but those dang arms came down (much too soon, in my opinion...I could have beat that train fair and square) and stopped me. Now this was a quick train, thank the good Lord. Otherwise I would have had dragon fire coming out of my mouth.

Anyhow, I got the dough. I baked that dang pie. And we had a super time doing it. I will be using that pie pan again...and maybe some new decorative crust tools that my grandma gave me? Look out, Christmas!!

Beer at work and other important news

How to feel like you are drinking a delicious porter at work:

Get a cup of black coffee
Let it cool
Take a sip and hold it in your mouth for a second
(this part is crucial) Tell yourself, "This porter is kind of strong but soooo good!"
(bonus step) Hold your breath for as long as possible and you will feel like you have a (short) buzz

That is how you feel like you are drinking beer at work.  It's so easy!!!



In other news, I only washed my hair once this week, and I believe it was a successful venture as no one has asked me if I am homeless.  I already high-fived myself, practically every morning, so you can hang on to your high-five.  Who's cool!

Looking forward to a Saturday of sleeping in, a Sunday of cornhole at Pateros Creek, and then a holiday week where I hope to bake my very first Dutch Apple pie and learn to knit a cowl scarf.  If that doesn't sound cozy then I don't know what does!!

How do I post on this thing again??

I have neglected this little blog ... I wish I had all the creative motivation and all the time in the world, and I would spend my days sipping americanos in a dim room, listening to folky music and blogging about all of my incredible opinions and such.

Turns out, with all this election hoopla, I really have a tough time forming an opinion about hard core things...I hope thats okay.  Mike says that later in life when I become a Republican (jigga whaaaa?) that I will have some opinions like his...but I don't see that day ever coming =)  I guess I just don't like to debate things and I just like to let people think what they want to think, then let them change their mind if they want.  I'd rather spend my time cuddling all these new babies that have entered our world and watching football on Sundays and scouring Pinterest as if I'll actually ever do any of those incredibly crafty things.

This weekend, we celebrated a year of true wedded bliss.  Even though we got "public" married in April, we got "legally" married last year on 11/11/11 (who's cool!) right before we moved in together (and by moved in together I mean lived in a place together where there was space other than my bookshelf for Mike's clothes and other random necessities).  It was a super secret for a while, but now its kind of fun to say, we've been married a year!  He sent me some lovely roses at work (that will never get old) and then we went to Jay's on Saturday night for a feast of all feasts.  Mike really does know how to dine out and I sure do enjoy that about him.  Wine for each course.  Soups and salads.  Dessert.  Sub "this" for "that" cause "this" sounds better.  We originally had reservations for 7pm, but then it was snowy and he remembered that I have the bedtime of a geriatric so we moved it up to 6pm...and we were in bed watching Netflix by 8:30!  Now thats what I call an anniversary.

I love shopping for cards for him cause they all make me cry and
I have to hide my tears in the middle of the store.  Good times.

Now that I'm back to being bored at work, I think I'll have more time to collect my thoughts and blog more. Remember Ashley, remember why you started blogging in the first place...to REMEMBER!

Peace out.