Last night I drank half a bottle of wine and was visited by a snack vision so intense and all consuming that I was left with no choice but to act on it.
(Also I really need to go grocery shopping.)
This is, apparently, a very top secret snack because it has a surprisingly dismal internet presence. But this should not deter you. I can walk you through it! It has just three simple, yet totally gourmet ingredients:
(Ok, now put those in the oven. Or on a paper plate in the microwave if you’re boozy and don’t want to burn your house down. And enjoy!)
I’ll bet you’re thinking “Hey Chelsy, can I get a little background on this delightful looking snack?”
You sure can. My only living memory of this snack before this magical night, comes from Molly’s mom who was also well versed in N/A Grasshoppers and Spaghetti Pie. Friends, you haven’t lived until you’ve dined on grasshoppers and Spaghettti pie at age 13 while listening to Joseph and the Amazing Technicholor Dream Coat. Screw you Thomas Keller! I’ll take my meal in a bean bag chair while reading this Sassy magazine. And could you pass me that Caboodles? I need some lip gloss. C
Look at her! 1952 Space Queen! There’s no chance of anything going wrong on a structural level with this one, right? Solid.
But what I’d really like is a old Spartan or a Yellowstone. I’ve got my fingers crossed to see one out in a field, hiding in some tall grass, at which point I will offer to buy it from some kind grandpa-type in coveralls with a nice dog and he will say gruffly “Just take it!” Because really, he just wants to see it taken care of, and I seem like a nice girl.
And I really do SEEM to be a nice girl! So it works out great. And Andy let’s me park it in the yard at New House until I find Lady Land and our new neighbors will think “How fun! That adorable couple is filling up their yard with trailer houses!” and I will twirl in circles and laugh merrily. C
1. Hepcat Restorations 2. Unknown 3. Tiny House Swoon 4. Tin Can Tourists
Yesterday’s post got me thinking of the folder full of bathtub pictures that I meticulously curate. And how TOTALLY NORMAL that is. So of course I’d like to share a few with you, dear reader. This here’s the crown jewel of my collection as it features a teenage chicken and a beer. Maybe it will be a weekly feature! You will wait with baited breath for Tub Tuesday! (You will also wish I had come up with a more creative name, but you can’t always get what you want, ok?) C
“The world wasn’t crying out for a periodical on bathing when Leonard Koren introduced Wet magazine in 1976. However, Koren had the imagination and audacity to create his own world, and that’s exactly what he did with Wet: The Magazine of Gourmet Bathing.”
The audacity to create his own world. Isn’t that great? It cheers me to no end that there is a magazine on gourmet bathing and that one man’s rather random facinations came together in print and, like magic, drew to it some of the greatest creative types of it’s time.
For more on Wet Magazine, you could read this article over at the New York Times or you could visit this page for some visually pleasing direction towards Leonard Koren’s blog and this new book. C
I’m fully aware that I’m phoning it in this week. Migranes, y’all.
Please enjoy these ponies in sweaters. C