Friday, February 26, 2010

Cecily strikes again




Today we're coming to you live from Vancouver... oh wait no we're not.
*Ahem*

Today we're coming to you live from Cecily's Kitchen of Horrors; where recipes are frequently read incorrectly and food is consistently ruined!

The top story of the day: Chicken Squares gone bad.

The fact that Cecily's interpretation of chicken squares look nothing like squares was hardly the worst thing about her poor attempt at cooking them. Her good intentions of signing up at church last Sunday to bring dinner to a family with a brand new baby was swallowed up in a gross lack of preparation and poor reading skills.

She found herself racing through the grocery store late Friday afternoon, dodging old women and workers on ladders alike to grab last minute ingredients.

After rushing home, she threw various items in a pot, and paused only a moment as she questioned the large amount of garlic the recipe called for; three tablespoons.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, how would you like three tablespoons of dried garlic in your chicken squares tonight? I thought so.

You may ask yourself why she was so rushed and as such failed to notice that it was actually dried onions required for the recipe. Well, she was due to go visiting teaching at 5 and dinner was needed at 6.

So, she set an alarm for her poor napping husband with instructions on how to finish the dish by putting them in the oven and mixing up the gravy.

It was not until, while out visting teaching, she got a text message from her loving and diligent husband who informed her that she had used garlic. When she called him on her way home, he was at L and L Hawaiian Barbeque getting food for the family that could have been unsuspecting victims of garlic overdose.

Tune in next week for and exciting report on how to burn everything; taking special examples from Cecily's horrific past mistakes including burnt cookies, burnt pizza, and burnt pancakes. Until then, Happy Cooking!

Okay, but seriously? Garlic? How stupid am I? Wanna know the worst part? The "squares" are in the oven as I type, because we decided we might as well bake them and see how they taste. Most likely awful. Our house smells.

I made peanut butter sandwich cookies a week ago to take to Matt's intramural basketball game. One girl told me it tasted like watermelon. Watermelon? It's a peanut butter cookie!!!

THREE TABLESPOONS OF GARLIC POWDER.

Okay, in other exciting LewsNews Matt recently returned from San Francisco where he presented research with some of his lab partners at a Bio Physics Convention of some kind (aka: nerd gathering). He returned bearing Ghirardelli chocolate and two bread bowls and two cans of clam chowder from Boudin's. Wonderful husband? Yes. He also brought me back an official nerd t-shirt complete with yellow tie-dye. Awesome.

Cecily has slowly begun her relationship with running again. This week's grand total mileage so far: six! Two miles every other day. Is she super slow? Yes! Does she look like a whale out of water? Yes! Can the old guy who breathes funny beat her on the indoor track? Yes! (Seriously, it sounded like he was in labor)

Speaking of racing, I believe that sometimes when people see me in track gear or with my track backpack on, they inevitably try to race walk with me. It's very annoying. Last week, I was race-walked home three times. Matt says I make it up. I say bring it on home-walkers, bring it on.

Walking to and from school can be very interesting. On one unnaturally warm day for a Utah winter, I saw a boy in shorts and a t-shirt and a ski mask walking past the tennis courts. Was his face cold? If it had been dark, I definitely would have been scared. Also, a few days ago I saw a man running, through the rain, pushing a baby in a stroller that was defnintely not meant for high speeds, with a screaming child inside. I felt bad for him, but I mostly was laughing. That will probably come back to bite me one day.

Well, I hope you've enjoyed today's episode. Time to go taste the garlic crescent chicken squares.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

trying to be consistent?


Well, hello! Fancy meeting you here! Because you probably thought that since I blogged not to long ago it might be 6 months to a year before I did it again. Betcha didn't see this coming. Commence feelings of pleasant surprise.

Okey dokey so Matty and I got to go home to beautiful La Canada last weekend. I know it's really rainy there and everyone's worried about mud slides, but it's hard for me to picture because the weather was PERFECT while we were there! 65 plus degrees and guess who didn't get to run in it? yeah me. Still rockin the elliptical with my inflamed achilles tendon. Not. a. fan. Anyway, back to sunny CA. We went home to hear Matt's sister Jessica speak in church because she went into the MTC on Wednesday! Two Lews in the MTC at once? Can they handle it? Speaking of which, poor Ryan finally got his Visa that he's been waiting for since he entered the MTC in November. But he leaves for Brazil on Tuesday YAY!

So now that two of three Lews (or I guess four...I'm a Lew now too!!) are gone, that leaves Matty and I as the automatic favorites. Although this is only by default, we'll take it. In fact, we have a plan. While they're gone serving the Lord, Matt and I are the only children to love and pamper (it's already happening, cough, Iphones, cough). When they return, we will hold onto our position as favorites by having a baby. As everyone knows, once grandchildren enter the picture, children are no longer important. Okay, they are, but let's face it, we're gonna have a pretty dang stinkin cute kid. Anyway, sorry Ryan and Jess, we've got Favorite locked up for awhile.

Although it was a quick trip home, there's just something about that sunshine! And family of course. It was so rejuvinating to be there. Luckily, winter in Provo has been oh so mild. This, while being awesome, is also sadly an insult to my injury, LITERALLY. If I wasn't injured I'd be enjoying running in a 40 degree winter and ice free sidewalks. That's practically t-shirt and shorts running weather here. Crazy? YES.

So it's late but here's some fun updates:

-Mom and Dad Lew and my brother Kyle FINALLY saw our cute little provo apartment! Complete with recently printed, framed, and hung wedding photos!
-Matt discovered the cutest new dessert place over in Brigham's Landing called Cocoa Beans. It has they best hot chocolate and yummy cupcakes. It's like the Mormon version of a coffee shop. I probably want to go there everyday and write poetry or something...
-That obnoxious Hefty garbage bag commercial? Yeah, it makes Matt want Chinese food because there's an empty take out box in it. Why does trash make him want food? I make fun of him.
-My article on Verizon vs. AT&T ran in the Daily Universe front page on last Thursday. Oh so prestigious!!
-Matty had a birthday and his lame-o wifey only got him an ace of cakes book. We didn't even go to Tucanos, tear.
-Cecily is no longer allowed to use knives. I cut my finger every time, which wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing except that I can't handle seeing my own blood (thanks dad). I'm not kidding, we're talking serious blacking out. So I was cutting butternut squash up on Thursday night and once again cut my finger. Dude, fingers bleed a lot.
-Cecily presses the snooze button about four times every morning. I let it go long enough for Matt to move or groan so I know he's at least heard it sub-consciously. But let's face it: 7:30 am alarm means 8:00 am wake-up.
-We've discovered Jim Gaffigan! We stayed up until 3am this morning watching youtube videos of him! And, don't eat zupas tomato basil soup if you plan on laughing really hard. Jim Gaffigan almost made it come back about four times and it did not feel good.

Okay, well, that's the LewsNews for now. Stay tuned because I have a surprise for Matty this weekend (haha he doesn't get to know!!!) and in two weeks Matt heads to San Fran with his lab buddies for some kind of nerd...I mean science convention. So there's plenty in the future and I sure hope some of it includes real running because I'm basically going crazy. I mean, crazier than normal.

So, okay bye.