Guys, I did something ABSOLUTELY ADULT today. NOT!
Well, to be fair, they branded it as an adult thing, so bear with me. See, I was in the local dollar store (well, it's technically $1-$5 store, but it's a wonderful place to buy cheap things) when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. You guys, it was an ADULT coloring book. Actually, it was a whole table of adult coloring books. Have you guys seen these things? Basically, they come in all these funky psychedelic patterns and you pretty much get to relive your five year old rainy afternoon every day of your life. I don't know about you, but I LOVED coloring books. And by the time I was 6, I was a pretty serious color-er. I brought my coloring books on every trip and every car ride. I was 100% sure I was going to grow up and color for a living. Drawing... yeah that was a no can do. Proportion was never something I was too good at.But bring me my prized 96-Crayola crayon box with the pencil sharpener on the back and I would go to TOWN. That and a plate of chocolate chip cookies was the BEST way to spend a rainy day or a snow day.
Can coloring be a sport, because it was pretty much the only sport I was good at.
Let's have a conversation about bean dips. No I'm serious.
I'll make this conversation a little less awkward by alternatively stating we should talk about hummus. Yes because hummus is SO much less of an intimidating name than bean dip. Hummus sounds like an exotic getaway. Especially if you pronounce it like hoo-moos. Because I totally did that. Hummus is the ultimate bae of dips at the moment. If you're not sure what is in hummus, it's essentially a puree of chickpeas, tahini (sesame paste, think peanut butter with sesame seeds), lemon juice, olive oil, and garlic. And, do not get me wrong, I LOVE a good hummus. As any Ottolenghi fan girl should. It makes a delicious pizza topping, crudite spread, pita chip dipper, salad dressing, and apparently dessert. Guys, I'm so so tempted to try this recipe, but I am so scared that it's gonna veer into the strange.
Then again, I've always had a thing for chickpeas.
The weather seriously needs to get it together.
I have never lived inland before. Well, that's not entirely true. I was TECHNICALLY born in Arkansas and lived there for a couple of years before jetting off to my home on the Jersey Shore. But it was such a blip on my radar that I barely remember the years I spent there. I can generate two memories from that time period. One was when it snowed for the first time in about 39429035 years. I was three years old and had never seen snow. I remember playing outside in a purple coat that rivaled Randy Parker's a la A Christmas Story and basically not being able to move anywhere or anything. The other was eating ice cream at a place called The Purple Cow. As documented numerous times on this blog, I have this thing for ice cream, despite my intense lactose intolerance. However, this time was different. It was different because that night in particular 1) I had my first taste of strawberry ice cream, which eventually became my version of crack and 2) Chelsea Clinton and the Secret Service showed up to have some ice cream.
Clearly, my memories have their priorities straight.
I'm about to bring a total game changer to breakfast. It's called the toasted oat.
As a kid, the only type of oatmeal I knew was those Quaker instant oatmeal packets. You know, the ones that you add water to and it magically became a delicious lump of sugar. And I was addicted to those little guys. I was kind of a wierdo though because I did not actually eat those for breakfast. See, as a kid (and I'm sorry if I mentioned this before) I usually did not eat breakfast "things" for breakfast. I had a really intense aversion to eggs, partially because of the curdled mess of microwave eggs at summer camp. And runny yolks in general freaked me out after watching the 1950's style videos about salmonella and the bug of a germ slowing crawling inside of you and eating out your insides. This fact still puzzles me because I had an absolute ADDICTION to brownie batter.
Clearly I was not logical child.
Are you starting to get cozy? Cause I'm waiting for the cozy weather to start.
Summer definitely has its perks. The long strolls on the beach. The endless sunny days when dinner ends when it was still light out. Chasing after the ice cream man (which on the beach, constituted a cooler attached to a wagon). The neon colors. Actually the neon was probably the best part.
However, I don't know about you, but it is always SUCH a relief when the shoobies (or beach tourists, but I like to think like a local) finally left and the road congestion dropped by two-thirds. Living by the water meant the temperature stayed above sixty degrees well into November, which meant roaming the boardwalk when there is NO ONE there. I actually went this weekend with my mom and it was pure bliss. No little kids running around. No insane people trying to feed french fries to seagulls and then telling the police they pooped on them. And then, the best part: NO LINES FOR CUSTARD.
This weekend, I most definitely got my swirl on.
23. Recent Grad. Human Vegetable Disposal. Putting the Chic in Chickpea.