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All I ever want to do is dance around forests in costume.


So when I was ten years old my dad moved to eastern Europe to start working with a new company.  I don’t remember if we were en route to Tblisi, Georgia, or Yerevan, Armenia, but I do remember that we had a layover of a few days in Vienna, Austria.  I also remember being so cold I thought my ears were going to chip off and break apart from being so frozen (I have since wizened up to the concept of earmuffs).  There was a street vendor selling some mysterious hot tea that I think was some combination of hibiscus and lemon, and he was also selling roasted chestnuts.  My dad bought me a cup of tea and a little newspaper cone of roasted chestnuts.  Fifteen years later I still remember it as one of the most magically warming, delicious things I have ever eaten.

So when I saw a barrell of chestnuts at the grocery store, I nabbed some and roasted them in my apartment.  I will say, they did not even come close to being as delicious as the Viennese ones, but I think to attain that, you have to go outside and roll around in the snow while the chestnuts bake until you feel like you’re going to crumble into ice cubes, and THEN eat them.

How to Roast Chesnuts:

0: Break out the eggnog or Irish Cream and pour yourself a glass.  Put on Christmas Carols (Pandora has a great “Folk Christmas” station, minus all the piano music).

1: Preheat your oven to 375

2: Wash your chessies and pat them dry

3: Very carefully (especially if you’re already on your second glass of spiked eggnog or Irish Cream) cut X’s into each of the chestnuts for steam to escape.  (If you forget to do this, I want a full account of what happens in your oven–probably an awesome story).

4: Arrange them on a cookie sheet, give them lots of room to spread out and boogie down.  You don’t have to, but I did.

5: Bake 25 to 30 minutes.

*This is the point at which I was served them in Vienna, but when I made them here they were really…not quite dry, but they soaked up all the moisture in my mouth.  I think that the best next thing to do is to sautee them in a pan with some butter and, depending if you want them sweet or savory, add some salt and curry powder, or cinnamon and sugar.

Happy Winter Ya’ll!


So I love this new page I found, idoubleyou.  Beautiful, cute, sweet images.  Most of these I believe are culled from different blogs, it’s just a well curated list of images.  Here are some of my favs:


blog baggage

So, I used to have this old blog.  I broke up with it, it just wasn’t working out.  I don’t want to air out my dirty laundry, but suffice it to say that it just wasn’t giving me what I needed, so I’ve moved on.  If you feel inclined to visit it, however (I hold no grudges against the posts themselves, we did have some good times), you can.  Just tell it that I’m doing great.

Hey folks.  I’m going to give WordPress a go because Blogger took hours to upload images, and often just would’t do it at all, so…as you may know if you ever looked at my Blogger blog…I just gave up on it.  But, Grandma Dorothy asked me to blog again, so here we go!

This is a post that I had started to prepare long ago but never uploaded (for said reasons).  These are stills from the movie, “The Secret of Roan Inish,” which is a visual ice cream sundae of beautiful.  The story is about a little Irish girl (love it already) who began life on a series of small islands.  The islands were abandoned when the commercial fishing in the city threatened the livelihood of the people, and everyone moved inland to find paid work.  (I know you can since I’m writing and publishing this, but don’t quote me, it’s been well over a year since I’ve seen this movie…could be a bit different from how I’m remembering.)  Little Irish Girl is suffering from the city life and so moves back to live with her grandparents on the mainland close to their old island home.  The real point of this story, though, is the selkies (love it even more!) that surround the island.  Long ago, one of the fishermen caught and married one of the selkies, and so there is a strain of selkie blood that runs through this small population of Irish fishermen(/fishergirls).  Little Irish Girl’s baby brother was one of these, and disappeared into the ocean when the villagers abandoned the islands.  Little Irish Girl is determined that if she can convince her family to move back to the islands, the selkies will give her baby brother back to them.

I love this movie for these reasons:

  • I want to live in the grandparents’ cottage.
  • I want to own all the Little Irish Girl’s clothes.
  • I want to only drink water from seashells.
  • Ireland
  • Selkies
  • Newsboy hats
  • Seashells and the ocean
  • Wildflowers
  • Stubborn little blonde girls who don’t really listen to authority and do what they want…
  • Did I mention yet that I want to own ALL her clothes? Fashion Icon.