[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Weather like this has me craving a Blizzard. The ice cream treat, not the weather event. There is only so much Lactaid a girl can take, though. Fortunately, there are all kinds of frozen non-dairy “ice cream” available these days.
All it takes is three simple ingredients (four if you include the punchy straw): almond milk, mint chip non-dairy frozen dessert (also made with almond milk) and ice.
The thunder boomed and the lightning flashed and smoke billowed from the kitchen. That last bit had nothing to do with the weather (and everything to do with me burning the potatoes), but it heightened the drama, don’t you think?
His and Hers
Crunchy (it’s almost) summer salad
1 Granny Smith apple, cored and cubed
3-4 slices of Bermuda onion
Approx. 1 teaspoon bleu cheese crumbles
1 generous sprinkle of dried cranberries
Drizzle with extra light virgin olive oil
Season with fresh ground pepper
Speaking of summer, I posted my summer reading list. Please add your recommendations and reviews! (And before you ask, yes, I am aware I am slightly behind the times on the whole reading Harry Potter thing).
After the two and a half hours of sleep I LOST last night (get it?), I’m feeling like a holey Dharma Initiative jumpsuit. I’m worn out.
a) you haven’t yet watched last night’s series finale bonanzarama or
b) if you hear one more thing about that dang show, you’re just going to scream
…I will keep my ramblings on the topic short and sweet. I went to bed extremely confused, but upon further consideration, I really loved how LOST ended. I especially appreciated the balance of Jack’s opening and closing eyes at the series start and end.
According to Twitter, last night’s episode brought people to tears. I believe it, but Stonewall Jackson here did not cry. I thought about it, though. Especially when Vincent bobbed and weaved through the bamboo forest one last time. When I peace it, I hope that, instead of plopping down next to me, Clark embraces his new-found freedom and heads to the nearest Polkadog Bakery and pigs out (on something other than the low-cal treats I insist the chunky monkey eats).
Now that the best show on Earth (besides the Red Sox, and the nightly news with Brian Williams) is no more, I have… welp, even more time on my hands to waste. With Memorial Day Weekend just days away, I am fully embracing the start of a new season (of life, not television). Technically summer doesn’t begin until June 21st, but technically, I don’t care.