They say you can tell a person’s true colors in the darkest of times.
That moment for me was early Monday morning when the Los Angeles earth decided to shake rapidly in the middle of the night. I was mid-crazy dream. I was in the South of France. Amelia and a cat were fighting. I found a Sriracha bottle (how a bottle of Sriracha was just laying on a French country-side road is unknown) and started to throw it at the two of them to quit it. That’s when the earth shook, the doors to my closet trembled and my inner-self went into pure panic mode.
Petrified and confused out of my mind, I jumped out of bed, pushed Josh to wake up and bolted out of the bedroom door. Josh screamed (a very manly scream, I might add), “WHAT IS IT?!?” and him, me and Amelia headed for the bedroom door. Apparently, he thought there was a squirrel in our bed. Why a squirrel, I have no idea…so as we were running out of the bedroom door, he threw the blankets on top of each other, as to try and catch the non-existent squirrel and slammed the bedroom door shut.
Amelia was not to be left behind. She was right there. The trembling stopped and I immediately started doing this weird cry/laugh thing I always seem to do when I’m embarrassed/scared/confused.
Josh explained his fear about the small animal in our bed and I just started laughing hysterically. I couldn’t stop.
There are only a few things that can calm my panicked-self. French toast is one of them.
I’m going to try my hardest not to talk to you about how excited I am about fall TV shows. I mean…Scandal, Parenthood, Downton Abbey, The Mindy Show!! I can’t. Growing up, starting school in fall felt like The New Year to me. New clothes/new school supplies/new shows! UGH. My heaven, seriously. Back then it was all about Felicity, Roswell and Dawson’s Creek.
Even though I was just as obsessed with TV back then as I am now, my TV-watching was limited. My parents were super strict about the TV and I was only allotted one hour a night, so I had to be VERY choosy. I had no TV in my room–wasn’t allowed! And a lot of nights my brother and I had to come to an agreement as to what we’d watch for our one hour of TV. Looking back I have no idea if watching less TV made me smarter or more connected to real humans. I honestly have no idea. I just no at the time it was torture! Well, I’m an adult now; I can eat alllll the Twinkies I want while watching all the TV I want. YES!
I swear that in a few days I’m going to make something healthy for you but today? Chicken ‘n’ waffles, my fwiendz.
A few weeks ago, one of you lovely people told me that I make “happy food” and that seriously about made my day. I’m pretty positive that chicken ‘n’ waffles easily falls into that category.
I feel like happy food can be super powerful. It has the ability to make an already awesome, lazy Saturday morning even more lazy and fun; it can make a sucky Tuesday night, post-work, a little less sucky; and it can make a drunken 3am eating session into something nourishing.
Happy food is fun. I feel like we should collectively promise ourselves we’re going to eat lots of “fun food” before bathing suit season. Let’s eat waffles today and a salad tomorrow.