Recipes, Evernote, and Stupidity. In that order.

I'm in the process of organizing my recipes.
Because I like to pretend that I can cook and that I'm organized. Neither of these things are true.

I'm using Evernote and Webclipper to organize my recipes into an online cookbook. Like so.

Based on this shot and the folders, you can tell where my interests lie: Dessert.

I'm pretty anal retentive, so I'm editing these web clips as I go. I want to remove all the comments and advertisements from the blog where I snatched it from. I'm that asshole.

This has forced me to scroll some pretty horrific (stupid) comments. Like y'all don't even know.

Do these white chocolate truffles have white chocolate in them? You have got to be kidding me.
Did you use [product that is prominently featured in step-by-step photos]? NO.
I put a toothpick in these. There was absolutely no reason for the toothpick. It was a no-bake recipe.


This is my punishment for taking the time to read these comments.

Safe Haven

The other day, the boyfriend, his roommate, and I went to go see Mama. (Which movie we saw is irrelevant unless you're asking, 'At what movie did Alison get so scared she bit her boyfriend?')

We saw this movie poster:

Me: Oh look. Two white people kissing. MUST BE A NICHOLAS SPARKS MOVIE.

Boyfriend: Why do you say--'From the author of THE NOTEBOOK and DEAR JOHN.' How did you know that?

Me: Do you even know me at all? He has one poster designer. One of those people CLEARLY has some sort of terminal disease, too. That's the real give away.

I've just watched the trailer for this movie. (You're welcome.)
1. I'm disappointed in Cobie Smulders. She betrayed me.
2. There doesn't seem to be anyone with a terminal illness BUT there is a dead wife. That's just as good in Nick's book.

Motherfuckin' banana slicers.

There are few things I hate more than banana slicers.

They are TRULY the most useless kitchen tool in existence. The joy of bananas is that you can just gum at them, making them a food for all ages.

Unless you're an infant or putting the banana in some other food (a sandwich, cereal, salad), there is NO reason to slice it. NO REASON. GIVE ME A REASON, AND I'LL TELL YOU HOW YOU'RE WRONG.

I've had many impassioned conversations about the travesty that is the banana slicer. It is even banana shaped because not only do these people want me to BUY a banana slicer, they want me to STORE IT and it's special banana shape. Am I too stupid to adjust my chosen cutting tool to the banana shape?

I obviously have a lot of feelings on this topic.

Which makes Amazon's most recent email to me such a cruel, cruel joke. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME, AMAZON.

Bastards.

Happy 40th birthday, Roe v. Wade!

Today is the 40th anniversary of Roe v. Wade. For forty years, women have had control over their bodies. Be pregnant, don't be pregnant. The power of choice is amazing. I am so grateful for the women who fought for this right.

Last year, my lovely friend Susan wrote an amazing piece about how she votes pro-choice because she is pro-life. Abortion is a controversial topic, and haters gonna hate. Susan's words have stuck with me, though:

If a person describes themselves as pro-life in good faith, they have no choice but to vote in favor of legal, safe abortions, comprehensive sex education, and easy access to contraception. Otherwise, they cannot consider themselves to be pro-life.

 So today, celebrate your right to choose. And remind your less enlightened acquaintances that their logic is seriously flawed 'cause safe and legal abortion is the only thing that saves lives.

 

The last time I blogged, Google+ didn't exist. Remember that one time Google tried to have a social networking site? Haaaar.

Now, there are these little + next to some of my posts. I felt like my grandma trying to figure out what the hell that meant. (Actual Grandma quote: "What's a Bing? What's a Google?")

Pinterest also didn't exist. So y'know, I had nowhere to store 6,000 pictures of mason jars used as wedding centerpieces.

Without Pinterest, though, I'd never know about whatever the hell this is:

Life was so much better then.

Hi, there.

I am a neglectful blogger.

If this blog was the series of hamsters I insist on buying and forgetting to feed in Mass Effect 2, it'd be dead. (Rest in peace fake hamsters.)

I stopped blogging because life got too busy.
I felt limited by what I could say because my blog focused on books. I like books. I didn't always like the books I thought reviewers might like to read about. I can't half-ass anything, so my book reviews were always way too long, and I don't know how (or believe if) anyone actually read to the end.
I felt a lot of pressure to cull readers and comment on stuff AND WHO HAS TIME FOR ALL THAT? So fuck that.

With my undergraduate career coming to an end in 15 short weeks, and my graduate school career starting soon thereafter, I'll have negative time in my day.

So what does that mean?
I don't really know.

Maybe we'll see. If not, meh.

P.S. I met Jane Goodall.

and looked like a total hipster creep while taking a sneaky picture with her.