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ode to catbird seat

Anthelme Brillat-Savarin once said, "Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are." A few days ago, the husband and I celebrated an anniversary by dining at the newly opened Catbird Seat. The nine courses each had its own cocktail pairing and included gastronimic delights such as truffles three ways, octopus, pressed duck, Nantucket Bay scallops, hot chicken crisps, pressurized Wagyu beef, cherry chips, chicory gel, pineapple gelee, and bourbon-filled spheres that burst in your mouth.

What would that meal make me, I wonder. Whoever it is, I certainly would not mind being her every day of the week.


suddenly you (lisa kleypas)


Without a doubt, the best thing to do over winter break is indulge in romance novels. Preferably with a cup of tea (or a glass of wine) underneath a thick and cozy duvet.

Each of my beloved romance novelists has a different style, which I assure you I will eventually be going in detail. But for my first entry about my favorite genre, I have chosen Lisa Kleypas's Suddenly You precisely because the heroine is a bluestocking and authoress. To make things even more delicious, the male lead is an incredibly successful publisher. Sigh, talk about this bookworm's fantasy come true.

Suddenly You isn't my favorite Kleypas fiction, but it is a memorable must-read because Amanda Briars is an unlikely albeit entirely lovable heroine. She is thirty, plump, and a pragmatist--not your typical historical romance fare. Her detailed account of the publishing world in this period is a bonus to all book lovers out there. Altogether, the book is satisfying for people who love Kleypas's style--the tortured, ridiculously successful male lead falling in love with an unlikely, quirky, charming character.



in anticipation of a good adaptation

Hollywood gets it wrong a lot. Granted, it's hard to pull of a movie based on any popular book because fans already have set ideas in their heads about what the characters, places, etc, look like. But sometimes, Hollywood gets it right. And I think that the upcoming production of Baz Luhrmann's The Great Gatsby is going to be one of those "got it perfectly" ones.

Given that Gatsby is one of my favorite books of all time, how is a girl to wait till Christmas 2012 to see it?!?!



foolishness and friendships

{My grad school BFFs curtsying in a downtown Nashville alley. We're cool like that.}

"You can always tell a real friend: when you've made a fool of yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job."

- Laurence J. Peter


it's the little things: hydrangeas

{taken using Instagram}

I was thrilled to see hydrangeas at our local Trader Joe's today and had to have me a bunch. Now I am enjoying them along with some candelight on my bedside table. A lovely way to end the week.


just a tipple


After giving it more thought, I wonder. Is "What is your favorite liquor?" the twentysomething equivalent of kids asking each other "What's your favorite color?" Ask a friend what their favorite color is and the answer comes with a questioning lilt at the end. Gone are the days when one choice could be said with certainty. But ask them what their favorite liquor is, and suddenly out come all of these opinions and anecdotes like why tequila makes them sick (oh doesn't it do that to us all?) or why Jameson is the most amazing thing ever. In college, not many of us would have been able to give educated responses. We drank jungle juice (and much much worse) out of red cups. We ordered the cheapest well drinks possible. We thought Franzia was delicious. It took years of being with friends at bars, at house parties, at wine tastings, and at fancy dinners to discover that I like a buttery white, that I cannot stand any brown liquor, that I love the herbal tinge to gin.

When we were kids, we had strong feelings about favorite colors in part because they reminded us of all of our favorite things. Yellow for the sun and lemon drops. Purple for a favorite tee shirt and grape juice. Pink for storybook princesses and tutus. I say the reason why we revel in knowing what we like to imbibe best has to do with all of the memories and moments associated with how we figured it out.

Now isn't that worth having another drink and a toast?  


the husband is home

{photo by Tim Sohn}

After a week apart, MJH is home. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. (At least that's what I try to tell myself when I am sulking in the apartment by myself.)

This weekend, I am looking forward to doing this. Lots of hugging and lots of laughing.