my MOH for life, lizzie, is absolutely hilarious. one of the greatest things is i get emails, every day, like the one below. her commentary on life could make her millions one day... some background: lizzie is in nursing school and doing a summer fellowship in the pediatric ER, cooking dinners is an age old struggle, and nate is her wonderful boyfriend:
"last week was a smitten kitchen tex-mex week - i made her chicken tacos, plus her black bean soup. when i say "made her black bean soup," what i mean was that i started the slow cooker at 7p when i wanted to be asleep by noon. this was foolish. then the slow cooker stopped working (of course) and began spitting boiling spurts of beans out the lid every few minutes. i called nate in tears because of this, and because i was hungry. (it was my first time using a slow cooker. didn't really appreciate the slowness of it ... eg, don't start it when you're already starving). by the time the soup was done, it was very late, and i had absolutely no time, patience or grace to blend it into its final state, so it rested. in the refrigerator. for six days. deb noted that the soup thickens overnight in the refrigerator, but i'm not sure it was mean to stay this long. God had created the whole entire world in the time it took me to make a pot of bean soup. but i digress. mary, the soup is bitchin', and i don't use that word lightly. tomorrow the cooking extravaganza begins again - i managed to make 9 meals worth of good eating on tuesday night, and not having to cook all week is the only reason nate saw me on friday. (those might seem unrelated, but i'm exhausted, and my feet swell (you've heard about the spider veins). if i'd had to cook on top of that, nate would have been one lonely soldier). not wanting to overdo a great thing (3 days of tacos was blissful ... another 3 days of tacos might gag me) so i'm perusing deb's archives in hopes of similar greatness. until then...you should make the soup. xoxoxo"
p.s. i'm making the soup really soon!