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Bowled Over

I’ve been looking for big deep cereal bowls forever, since the ones that came with the dishes I filched from my mom are wicked shallow and I, being an enthusiastic consumer of cereals both hot and cold, tend to spill.  I found these babies at Goodwill on Tuesday for a buck apiece. Aren’t they festive? I bought two giant boxes of Kellogg’s to celebrate.

At Target, though. Not at Goodwill.

Also thrifted: Anne Lamott’s Traveling Mercies, and a brand new copy of Starring Sally J. Friedman as Herself that may or may not have made it into somebody’s Pay it Forward package. Because who doesn’t love a little Judy Blume in the springtime?

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As Promised.

Okay, I think I mentioned on this blog awhile back that I was worried I didn’t like homemade soup. BOY WAS I WRONG. More accurately, I don’t like crap homemade soup that serves only as a vehicle for dunking grilled cheese sandwiches, but that problem is now solved because, ladies and gentlemen, I have found the only soup recipe you or I will ever need.

Summer’s Broccoli-Cheese Soup for the Panera-Deprived is nothing short of a work of art, creamy and vegetable-y and so delicious you will be positively licking the bowl. Or eating an entire pot yourself over the course of a weekend. Whatever.

The only real change I made was swapping out the half-and-half for 1% milk, which is what we had, and it worked just fine. I did, however, cube and toast an everything bagel for crouton purposes, and I can enthusiastically recommend that particular addition (the everything bagel: the best of all bagel worlds? Discuss).

Summer, you are a genius. Thanks so much.

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Case of the Mondays

Am the slightest bit washed out today, almost certainly the result of the interminable rain that’s been soaking the Commonwealth the last few days. All I want to do is sleep all the time. Still, the weekend was a sweet little whirlwind of brunches and coffees and white trash cheese dip at Bukowski’s with the perpetually delightful book club girls. Also I made some banana bread, the most excellent soup I have ever tasted (big reveal tomorrow), and wrote a feisty letter of complaint to a Catholic priest in Boulder, Colorado (I’m engaging with my faith! That’s…good, right?). Plus Jennie sent me this awesome article today, which you should all check out while I go take a nap.

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Five Good Things: Mocha Frappuccino Edition

1. It has been freakishly warm here. I know that makes Al Gore really upset, and it makes me really upset too in theory, but I can tell you that I did not feel upset at all this morning when I left the house in an unbuttoned jacket and bought an iced coffee at the weird shady variety store by the bus stop. I did not feel upset at ALL.

2. Media I have been absolutely loving this week: Romancing the Stone, the first season of The Wire, Along for the Ride by Sarah Dessen, Foreign Affairs by Alison Lurie, Carrie Underwood Pandora, Self-Portrait with Bandaged Ear and Pipe by Vincent Van Gogh (ALSO, did you know there is a theory among scholars that Paul Gauguin is actually the one who cut Van Gogh’s ear off? And Vince had acted like a jerk that day or something, so he was all, “Uh, yeah, I did it myself”?), and the new episode of Lost (which made me cry twice because I am a sucker for cyclical storytelling and also slow motion montages).

3. Late-night trips to Target and economy-sized boxes of Cheerios, plus a Starbucks to hold while you wander around.

4. Did I tell you that I made Deb’s Banana Bread before I left on vacation? And that it was AMAZING but I only ate one crumb of it because the whole point of making it was to get all the food out of my house because I didn’t want it to go bad while I was away? Anyway, I am totally making it again tonight as part of my “Hell yeah I am a hermit, I do what I WANT” Friday Night In. Also on the docket: beet and goat cheese salad, and a nap on the couch.

5. There are two brunches and a night on the town with the book clubbers in my immediate future. I anticipate a bitchin’ time.

Word. Happy Friday.

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Whispered repetition.

UM, have you seen this?

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I think it officially replaces “Little Kids do The Jersey Shore” as my favorite YouTube video of all time.

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Five Good Things: Mexican Wedding Edition

oo1. Ryan and Aoife get married today! Ryan was one of my roommates when I was Wendy and lived with three boys; he is tall and hilarious and has more sneakers than anyone I’ve ever met in my entire life. Aoife is joy personified; she is badass and played rugby in Ireland and remembers everyone’s name. Congratulations, Merrys. I am so happy to know you both.

oo2. Stories that lurk around in the primordial ooze inside my brain for months until they finally bubble up to the surface. Am writing, this week. My marker is moving, here, sitting on the beach.

003. Plans: for knitting, for running, for business, for travel, for writing, for change. Something about this beach is good for the imagination.

004. Probably, when you read this, I’ll be drinking a margarita in a lounge chair.

005. You tell me today, chickens. Would so love a collection of good things to come home to.

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For Later.

I forget which one of you lovely ladies out in blogland suggested cooking something ahead of time to throw in the freezer for the night you get back from vacation, but whoever you are: you are a genius. I can’t tell you how many sub-par pizzas I’ve scarfed in a post-airplane food panic.

This baked ziti took maybe ten minutes to put together last weekend while I caught up on a little Benson/Stabler drama on SVU, but I am already excited to dig in when we roll back into Boston on Monday. Plus remembering to do it made me feel more organizationally badass than Martha herself.

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