(Also my last post was also inspired by a blog friend. If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery then I'm making it rain compliments. Anyway...).
-- Like most people, I was horrified, sickened, and distracted by yesterday's awful attack in Virginia. All unnecessary killings are disgusting, sad, unforgivable, and beyond. Just the idea that these two people went to work yesterday morning to report on something as mundane as tourism and this person carefully plotted this attack so that it would garner him attention and let his feelings be known by the entire country is simply unbelievable. So much of the violence in this country is unbelievable and it's easier not to talk about it online rather than try to find new words to say since this kind of tragedy is hard to comprehend, let alone put into words.
A rainbow makes a nice segue, right?
Anyway (again). On to happier, fluffier, easier things now, shall we?
-- So there's this hot dog restaurant in Houston called Good Dog. I had heard about it, and Andrew had tried it, but I had never been. I mean driving "into town" for a hot dog never sounded that appealing, but this past weekend, Andrew suggested it, and since I didn't have a better idea, we went. It was the best hot dog I've ever had. None of the hot dogs are typical. The one I got, the Curryous Frank, was Indian inspired and had onion relish, cilantro chutney, sweet potato crisps, sriracha ketchup, and roasted garlic aioli. The texture of the chips, the sweet and salty combo, and the cilantro chutney which is just such a unique flavor were all perfect. The bun was also amazing - toasted on the outside but soft, yet still able to handle all of the toppings. And of course, this wasn't a grocery store hot dog. It was all-beef and tasted like meat, not like a mystery. We also shared a coffee-cajeta (goat milk caramel) shake and it was fantastic - I just wish it had been larger. I'm ready for another trip already.
I need to take a class in food photography but trust me that both were ridiculously tasty.
-- I felt very Sandra Lee this weekend in that everything I did was semi-homemade. We wanted dessert, so I made a pound cake (from a box that's been in my pantry for a while), cut some strawberries and added sugar, and then whipped some leftover cream for strawberry shortcake. It was pretty good and made me feel domestic. Then one morning, I got up and made homemade kolaches, which are really just souped up pigs in a blanket. One can crescent rolls, two little smokies, and cheese baked for 12 minutes. I spend as little time in the kitchen as possible so the fact that I made two things (albeit very, very easy things) makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, I'm growing up. A little. More thoughts on this to follow, for sure.
-- For the most part, it seems to take me three hours of shopping for one article of clothing. This is unacceptable. Who has time for that? I want a few new fall things before we go to California and new bedding for our guest room since we're expecting guests this fall but the idea of shopping for either already has me frustrated. I'm not a good online shopper - I like to touch things and try them on - so finding holes in my wardrobe and knowing that I need to fill them is less than appealing. Stitchfix is starting to sound like a great idea, but I don't think I can stomach a $48 shirt that I could find at Marshall's for $16.99.
And that's all I've got right now. My thoughts seem an awful lot like a weekend recap but when I package them like this, you hardly notice I'm four days late in my recapping, do you?