Last Saturday was the highly anticipated IndiHop, a festival of sorts that featured 50 craft beers and small businesses in two trendy areas of St. Louis (in fact, my two favorite areas), The Grove and Cherokee Street. My loyal comrade, Ian, and I stood in line on Saturday around 11:30 for the tickets. Unfortunately we had failed to purchase them at the steal-of-a-deal online price of $10, but we were still more than happy to shell out an extra $5 for an afternoon of bar hopping, street walking (not the dirty kind), and people judging. Oh man, I really wanted that special IndiHop mug, too. Only about 10oz, it was a generous size for beer samples, and acted as your ticket to the various businesses and bars that were passing out craft beer from the participating breweries. Read the rest of this entry »
IndiHop
Brussel Sprouts.
Glorious, mealy, melt-in-your-mouth, delectable, roasted brussel sprouts. Read the rest of this entry »
Tonight was pizza night. Here’s how I made mine: Read the rest of this entry »
I am not a baker.
The conservative, private, Christian university I attended was swarming with hundreds of female homemakers-to-be. Their hobbies included baking, cooking, baking for their boyfriends, cooking for their boyfriends, and probably cleaning. I dislike all of those things, so it’s no surprise that my some of my best friends at the school were the beatnik jazz band members who occasionally (daily) smoked a bowl or two. That part really has nothing to do with this topic, but I just want you to understand that I don’t bake.
WIth one exception.
My dogs’ birthday was today, so I whipped up a little cake for each of them (a recipe I found online). Anyway, the birthday girls, Cleo and Claude (shh, I know it’s a boy name) are 11 today, and I had never made them a cake before. (This accomplishment might be attributed to genetics. My great-grandfather, Stanislauv Rudolph Krawczyk, immigrated as a child to Chicago from Poland. He grew up to be a baker. He would be proud.) I suppose the cake was okay, though I didn’t try it due to my distaste of peanut butter. Cleo and Claude gobbled it up, and that’s all that matters.
Honestly, I’ve been completely freaked out the past week or so because Claude hasn’t been eating. This is never a good sign for an older dog, so each time she refused to eat her dog food, then rice+chicken, then her favorite food-popcorn- I thought she was dying. Fortunately, since yesterday, she has been doing much better, so I wanted to go all out for this birthday. (I’ve never made them cakes before). I’ve had these pretty girls since I was 12, so they both mean everything to me.
Thanks for reading.