Thursday, February 18, 2010

confessions of a foodie

i love food. and i love ny mag. so it should come as no shock that when i get bored, i can literally spend hours on reading restaurant reviews and plotting my next meals. sad? maybe. basically, ny mag food blogger = my dream job.

in the meantime check out adam platt's "where to eat in 2010". yum.

and now i give you, the best of claire's iphone food photos (because disturbingly enough 80% of the pictures on my phone are of food), a slightly less refined culinary journey through new york city, well mostly my apartment.

thai terminal - peanut curry w/ chicken
whoa. this stuff is GOOD. i would basically recommend anything from thai terminal especially if it's drenched in peanut sauce. monday night my roommates and i actually placed 3 separate orders over the course of the evening to this delightful little slice of heaven in the east village. sorry delivery guy, but it was snowing and i'm not about to walk 5 blocks when i can have it delivered.

crif dogs - spicy redneck and waffle fries
maybe you think this looks disgusting. maybe i do not care. it's like the texas state fair meets backyard barbecue meets texadelphia queso fries and topped with jalepenos. late night eating extravaganza. try it.

my adorable valentine's day cupcakes, not sold in stores.

and finally, the epitome of class and ultimate wine and pasta pairing: yellow tail merlot & easy mac.

i swear sometimes i actually eat legitimate meals. bon appetit.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

where are they now?: american idol edition.

just because i know everyone has been DYING TO KNOW.

ruben studdard- get ready america, in 2K10 ruben plans to release a greatest hits album. seriously. the only ruben jam i'm even semi-familiar with is "i'm sorry (i'm sorry for 2004)," and that's only because it was on VH1's most awesomely bad songs ever, so how it's possible to release a greatest hits album is beyond me. bring it on, studdard.

fantasia- apparently fantasia won season 3, which i must have missed because i have never heard of her or any of her songs. she's starring in a reality series on VH1 this year called "fantasia for real." set your dvr and pray this is better than that awful series with bobby brady and whatever D-list celeb he married.

clay aiken- season 2's runner up, i personally found clay a little creepy ever since his first single "if i was invisible" basically portrayed him as a stalker. he wants to be a "fly on your wall?" think that clay, don't actually say it. well i guess recently clay came out as being gay which was really no shock to anyone except maybe himself. he recently published an autobiography that i'm sure is verrrry insightful.

carrie underwood- carrie is basically flawless. she's sold 11 million albums worldwide, won multiple grammy's and cma awards and last year got engaged to hottie hockey player mike fisher and scored at 12 carat diamond ring. not to mention, she's from OKLAHOMA. carrie wins.

sorry for this post. these are the kind of things that happen to people who are in the office on what should be a snow day and happen to follow US weekly on twitter.

Friday, February 5, 2010

repeat offender.

shhh don't tell, but i'm wearing the same sweater today that i wore on monday. oops. actually i'm wearing the same exact outfit, didn't even re-accessorize it. oh well. i work in an office of all guys. the only time anyone has ever made a comment on my outfit was the day i wore my fur vest. which is understandable, seeing as that vest is AWESOME. so my apologies for not feeling the need to come up with some creative ensemble today. it was a good outfit, i'll repeat. no shame. it's not like it was dirty. although in my opinion, clothes are really only dirty if you are unfortunate enough to spill something on them (which in my case if usually one of three things: coffee, red wine or pizza sauce).

i mean, everyone knows pants are never dirty. but you know what else is never dirty? dry clean/hand wash only clothes. 'dry clean only' to me is basically code for "this will never be washed." sorry i don't have $500 a month to blow on dry cleaning. it takes a lot for me to fork over $18 to wash my regular laundry which is essentially only gym clothes, underwear and socks. especially since doing laundry is pretty much my hell on earth.

i LOATHE doing laundry. i mean it's just the miserable schlepping of the 40 pounds of clothes allllllll the way (read around the corner) to the laundromat, making sure you have cash and then converting the cash to quarters in the machine which is a feat in itself seeing as all my dollar bills inevitably look like a dog chewed them up and then sitting in the nasty, grimy establishment that is LAUNDERAMA (wondering if your clothes are even getting clean) and trying not to stare at the freak old man washing one t-shirt and singing showtunes in the corner. on a good day, there will be enough quarters to finish all the laundry but if you're me, you will be about 50 cents short trying to dry the rest of your towels and have to either a) take money out of the ATM that charges a $3.00 fee and then walk across the street to the deli and buy a bottled water to break the $20 so you have ones for the coin machine or b) carry the towels home slightly damp and hang them in the bathroom where they never fully dry due to the shower humidity and have the same mildewed smell they did before you washed them. ugh. laundry. i might even hate it more than times square. which is A LOT.

the day i have an apartment with a washer/dryer AND a walk in closet. i will know i have succeeded in life.

well, i'm only working a half day because sister is coming in town. who's jealous? you should be. HAPPY FRIDAY!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

PANCAKE MONTH, need i say more?

so OK it's not even funny, february is PANCAKE MONTH and clinton street bakery is going all out.

here's a sneak peek at some of the delightfulness to come...

wow. i think i might get up early every day this month so i can eat here before work. who's with me? 

it's just a little crush.

my new favorite word is crush. i think i picked this up from my lovely friends on our VT road trip. and i don't mean crush like a creepy-secret-admirer-infatuation style crush. i mean it like dominate, destroy or just generally taking something down in an awesome fashion.

things you can crush:
a platter of nachos
six diet cokes (free refills, obvi)
the competition in a dance off

my friend cadie recently had this text conversation with our new friend massaaaaaa from connecticut.

c: get it.
m: got it
c: good.
m: crush it.
c: crushed.

so get out and spread the good word. CRUSH. also, how refreshing does an orange crush sound? or better yet, a diet sunkist? oh yea.

*side note: when you google "orange crush" a related search option is "orange crush weed" which apparently is a type of marijuana. who knew?!

the awkward years.

i feel like a 12 year old child today. awkwardly curly hair, plaid shirt, brought a pb&j and a sliced apple for lunch in a ziploc. sitting at my desk. alone. ally wants to know if my mom is picking me from work. sweeeet.

this is me in middle school on the left. not really. i was way worse and had a lot more butterfly clips and random braids in my hair a la mary kate and ashley from their 'two of a kind' days. if you weren't friends with me at this point in my life, you were most definitely missing out.