Posted by: Emily | March 3, 2009

Moving again?

Yes, I moved my website again but I swear this is the last time.  I purchased my domain name and have been teaching myself how to make this website.  I’m still not very happy with how it looks but I guess I need to start somewhere. 

Starting in the Basement

I’m trying to come up with a cool design for the header but it turns out Photoshop is really complicated.  Photoshop for Dummies here I come!

Sorry for the inconvenience, please keep reading!

Posted by: Emily | March 2, 2009


I have decided to join the 31 day yoga challenge on Carrots N’ Cake.  Yesterday, my yoga went great.  I felt refreshed and revived despite my running nose and hacking cough.  Last night, after two days of not being able to taste anything, I finally decided to take some cold medicine.  I only took half the dose and woke up feeling awful.  Although I could finally breath and taste a little, my head felt like it was in the clouds.  I thought a cup of coffee and some yoga would help me “wake up” but halfway through the yoga I just started to feel really shaky.  It is now almost 5pm and I want to head to my step aerobics class but my hands are still shaking as I type this.  Has anybody else had this problem with cold medicine?  

Anyway, back to yoga.  I’m excited to do the challenge and hopefully writing it here will motivate me to really do it everyday.  I have been feeling really inflexible since I started all my aerobics and weight lifting classes so I’m hoping this will help!  I’ll keep you updated.

Posted by: Emily | February 27, 2009

Calendars are finally 50% off!

So I bought two!

An artsy large travel poster calendar called Bon Vogage.


And Toilets of the World.  I have no idea what inspired me to buy this one, but I think I’ll hang it in the bathroom.


Yes, I took this picture on our toilet which has one of those weird padded seats, which, to steal a quote from Weeds, makes it feel like you are taking a shit on a mushroom.

Posted by: Emily | February 27, 2009

Question of the day

How long will it take for my husband to get tired of me complaining about how much my life sucks while insisting he should not take it personally?

a) 1 day

b) 1 month

c) never

d) he is already resisting the urge to punch me in the mouth every time I open it to complain

I think it is d.  What do you think?

Posted by: Emily | February 25, 2009

Comcast saves the day (and this post)

While I was at the gym today I was thinking how I haven’t had anything interesting to blog about lately because my life is insanely boring.  Then I started to plan a post titled “Depths of Despair” based on Anne of Green Gables of course.  It wasn’t going to be a happy post.  

Luckily, our internet hasn’t been working very well all day so I had to call Comcast for the third time. This time, I got a nice Southern lady who I was having a little trouble understanding at first

Comcast: “Is your modem unpluggggeeddd”  

Me:  “Is my modem what?”

Comcast: “Is your modem unpluggggeddd”

Me:  “I’m sorry, what?”  

Comcast: “UNPLUGGED?”

Me:  “Ahh, I’m an idiot Yankee.  Sorry”

So she decided I needed a technician to come to the house but she was having a problem with the scheduling website or something (I guess their internet doesn’t work either) so I had to wait.  I multitasked by emptying the dishwasher and she didn’t say a word.  About 10 minutes of silence later we finally scheduled the appointment and then in a completely different voice she said, “Are you having a good day?”

I lied and said, “yes, I’m having a great day, what about you?”

And then she went off.  She told me how nice the weather was there (not sure where she was) and how she was going to go home and give her dog some exercise because she felt she had been neglecting her dog this winter. The dog’s legs have been getting stiff so the vet said she had to take Vitamin E but she often forgets to give her the vitamin but she needs to remember to give her the vitamin and make sure to take her for walks and she said she actually thought maybe she hasn’t ever treated her dog very well but now she’s learned not to be negative around the dog because she picks up on that and gets a bad disposition. 

Yes, I know that was a long sentence but that’s the way she spoke! 

The dog apparently has a negative attitude so now she only talks to the dog in a sweet voice and she calls her “Miss Chrissy SweetCakes” and sometimes “grandma,” because of the stiff legs I think.  Then she said she’s glad she figured this out before she had kids so that when God blesses her with a nice man who wants to marry her and have kids, she’ll know how to treat them.  Um, yeah, she said a lot more and basically didn’t let me get a word in but every time I laughed she laughed as well and she had a totally beautiful laugh.  So I predict she will find that nice man and she will treat him like she treats Miss Chrissy and everything will be alllriiiight.  

No offense to people I’ve had conversations with recently but this was literally the best conversation I’ve had in months! 

I think I need to move to the south so I can interact with people like this on a daily basis.  Until then, depths of despair post still possibly coming soon.

Posted by: Emily | February 24, 2009


Last Friday Frenchie and I went to a big party.  Catering, free drinks, dancing.  The whole shabang (sp?).  It was awesome.  I saw so many old friends that I worked with in the lab before I went to law school and even though I had to tell people over and over that I have no job, I still felt pretty good.  I had such a good time.

Check out the picture of us on my Flickr site, in our interpretation of “casual chic,” the dress code that nobody understood.  

Speaking of the lab, one of the grad students is leaving soon so Frenchie asked me if I would make a cake for her last lab meeting today.  While I was excited, I was slightly intimidated as well.  I feel pretty confident in my carrot cake and spice cake making abilities, but I wanted to make a plain cake that everybody would enjoy for this event, and those are much more difficult.  I feel like they usually turn out too dense or too dry or both.  Anyway, I settled on the White Butter Cake from  This cake was really fun to make, probably because there were no apparent disasters.  I think the Kitchenaid mixer made all the difference!  I freakin’ love that thing.

Of course, I have no idea how it turned out tasting and I’m sure I won’t get any negative feedback (even if it sucked) but it sure looked pretty!  Now I’m feeling inspired to try out more white cake recipes to find the perfect one.

Posted by: Emily | February 23, 2009

Cheddar Buttermilk Biscuits

Oh my.  Although Frenchie gave me a lot of crap for making these too large, I don’t think I will change a thing next time.  These are delicious.  Kind of like the biscuits at Red Lobster that make you feel all happy and super greasy, except without the super greasy part.  

Cheddar Buttermilk Biscuits


  • 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 3/4 cup cornmeal (preferably stone-ground; not coarse)
  • 4 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 stick (1/4 cup) cold unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
  • 6 oz extra-sharp Cheddar, coarsely grated (2 cups)
  • 3 tablespoons finely grated Parmigiano-Reggiano
  • 3 scallions, finely chopped
  • 1 1/3 cups well-shaken buttermilk

    Put oven rack in middle position and preheat oven to 450°F. Butter 1 large baking sheet.

    Whisk together flour, cornmeal, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a bowl, then blend in butter with your fingertips or a pastry blender until mixture resembles coarse meal. Stir in cheeses and scallions with a wooden spoon, then add buttermilk and stir until just combined.

    Drop dough in 8 equal mounds about 2 inches apart on baking sheet. Bake until golden, about 15 minutes. Transfer to a rack and cool to warm, about 10 minutes, then cut in half horizontally.

    Posted by: Emily | February 19, 2009



    …to life’s splendor.

    That was the quote I received on the top of my Magic Hat #9 beer cap the other day and I can’t seem to throw it away.  I walked around my neighborhood yesterday.  It was cloudy, windy, cold and it felt like snow was coming.  I repeated this statement to myself “surrender to life’s splendor”  as I walked around trying to find my sanity on the streets of Brookline.  Like a mantra.  It helped get me through the streets.   It brought me home, without tears.  I tried to list reasons to be happy about being here, now, with my husband, in Boston.  Unfortunately all I could think about was how much I missed walking around my neighborhood in Eugene.  I always found my sanity on those walks through the trees.  I miss it like crazy (my sanity and the trees). 

    For now I am going to try to remember to surrender (it even rhymes) and enjoy every day as it comes.  Like the beer cap says.  

    Funny where inspiration comes from sometimes.  Oprah, a Starbucks cup, the top of a beer bottle and sometimes even inside the bottle.  

    Where do you find inspiration?

    Posted by: Emily | February 18, 2009

    Love my husband

    Another meme but this one is about Frenchie.  Heather at did it and since she is my blogging hero I thought I would mimic her.  

    What are your middle names?
    My middle name is Theresa (my great-grandmother) and his is Henri.  

    How long have you been together?

    Define “together.”  But I guess it’s been about 5 years.  Married 9 months tomorrow!

    How long did you know each other before you started dating?

    We worked together for a year before we started dating but I was scared of him.  He worked in the back corner of the lab and sometimes I heard yelling.

    Who asked whom out?

    He asked me.

    How old are each of you?

    I am 27 and he is 37.  I have to say I was really happy to see that Dooce’s marriage is similar.  Gives me hope that 10 years isn’t a problem.

    Whose siblings do you see the most?

    I have one brother and he has one sister.  Each live 3000 miles away in separate directions.  But we definitely see my brother more.  Because Oregon is way cooler than France.  : ) 

    Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?

    Paperwork.  Frenchie is allergic to all sorts of form filling so doing taxes, applying for green cards, paying bills, etc can all be a little trying.  I probably also do annoying things that cause problems but for the life of me I can’t think of any.  Hmm, he’ll have to do his own meme.

    Did you go to the same school?

    No, not even close.  But we do both have degrees in biochemistry.  Of course his is a PhD while mine is a BA.  

    Are you from the same home town?

    Nope.  I grew up mostly in Portland, Oregon and Frenchie grew up in Paris, France.  Hence the nickname, Frenchie. 

    Who is smarter?

    That is a loaded question.  I would have to say Frenchie is smarter because he, you know, cures cancer and stuff AND is bilingual.  How cool is that?  But I’m no dummy either.  I think our kids are going to be bilingual geniuses.  

    Who is the most sensitive?

    If sensitivity is measured by tears, that would be me.  

    Where do you eat out most as a couple?

    We like a lot of variety and don’t really have a favorite restaurant in Boston.  We used to go to Pomodoro a lot because it is probably the closest restaurant to our apartment and they know us and give us free stuff.  But we haven’t been in a while because they increased their prices.  Now we go to the BBQ restaurant a lot.  

    Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?


    Who has the craziest exes?

    That would be me.  I think.  I don’t really know much about his exes.  

    Who has the worst temper?

    Definitely him.  I am totally incapable of yelling.

    Who does the cooking?

    While I was studying for the bar Frenchie did all the cooking.  Now I cook during the week and he usually cooks on the weekends.  

    Who is the neat-freak

    Neither of us are super neat.  Definitely not freaks.  But he gets the cleaning bug more often than I do.  

    Who is more stubborn?

    I refuse to answer this question!

    Who hogs the bed?

    Gizmo the cat.  She has this way of sleeping that pushes us all over the bed and we end up in really weird positions in the morning.  If there is no cat, then I am the hogger.  Well, I am a kicker which isn’t really the same.  Not my fault if he has to scoop over so I don’t kick him.  

    Who wakes up earlier?
    I wake up earlier and am definitely more of a morning person.  Frenchie can’t do anything for at least an hour after waking up.

    Where was your first date?
    I don’t exactly remember, but I remember the first time we ate a meal together was at the Enormous Room in Cambridge.  

    Who is more jealous?

    Neither of us has the jealousy thing.  Yet.  

    How long did it take to get serious?

    Are we serious now?  

    Who eats more?

    We are both bottomless pits but Frenchie can skip meals while I begin to gnaw on my arm if I have a late lunch.

    Who does the laundry?

    Frenchie is “allergic” to the laundromat.  It brings out that temper we talked about earlier.  So now I do it.  Maybe when we get a place with a washer and dryer (I can’t wait!!) we will share the responsibility. 

    Who’s better with the computer?

    The man. 

    Who drives when you are together?

    It’s pretty even but driving together is kind of a nightmare no matter who is driving.  His temper freaks me out while he is driving and he just thinks I drive strangley.  Let me just say, the only times I have hit something with a car have been with him in the car.  He makes me nervous!  So maybe he’s right, I can’t drive when he is there.

    Posted by: Emily | February 18, 2009

    Time course

    Today I’m channeling my inner scientist and doing a chocolate cookie time course.  We have French guests staying with us right now who are incredibly picky eaters.  Since the only thing I have to offer is my cooking it has been sort of frustrating.  I discovered that they like cookies though so I first tried some white chocolate walnut cookies but they didn’t turn out so well.  Then I decided to try the famous Tollhouse chocolate chip cookie recipe because it never fails me.  I did a google search and found an article in the New York Times about making perfect chocolate chip cookies.  The article suggested that you refrigerate the dough before baking to make the perfect chocolate chip cookie!  I have never tried that before because it is hard to wait once you’ve made the dough.

    Luckily, I solved that problem by eating a large portion of the uncooked dough until I felt sick and then it was a lot easier to just stick it in the fridge.  Yumm, salmonella poisoning.  

    I made the 12 hour cookies this morning and man they are really good.  They definitely taste different than if you make them right away.  Richer somehow.  More like when you buy the freezer dough from the store but without the artifical flavors.  I’m going to try 24 hours and 36 hours.  

    Hooray for cookie science!

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