You want to know what a really bad idea sounds like? Of course you do! It sounds like this:
Be home all alone with your really friendly, non-protective corgi and then binge-watch The Jinx. You know, that documentary about the rich murderer who dismembered his neighbor, along with a few other people. I’m not sure you can exist in the world and NOT know about this series. The news of him being arrested is everywhere. But even with him in jail, watching that show all by yourself, in a creaky old apartment is a recipe for a very terrified Adrianna. NO BUENO.
You want to know what a really good idea sounds like? Yes you do! This pot de creme. Girl. It’s good.
Thanksgiving is all about pie. But if you can believe it, there are people out in the world that dislike pie. I know many of them; they prefer cake or cookies or ice cream. While part of me would like to talk all sorts of trash on them, I sort of get it.
I used to dislike fruit pies and would skip the fruit part all together and just dip the crust in whipped cream. That was before I learned that there are apples in the world that should be baked and others that should never ever be touched with heat. This made the world of difference.
Because these people who hate pie exist, I wanted to give you an alternative. This persimmon pudding is like a spongy cake with hot salty and sticky toffee sauce poured on top. It’s warm and soft and salty and sweet and ahhh! I made this a couple times and each time I was like, This might be better than apple pie!
Sometimes when I say “pie” in my head, I actually say it in Paula Deen’s voice and say “piiiii-aaaahh.” I have no idea why. Mainly because when I’m all by myself saying things in other accents entertains me more than not. Also, Paula Deen’s voice is kind of hilarious. I used to think she was faking it…that was until I met her a few years ago for a job I was on and it was then when I realized that she’s totally real. Everything. It’s not an act. She’s a woman obsessed with butter and mayonnaise and putting a hamburger in between two doughnuts. I dunno…all I can say is that in real life she’s Paula…which is both relieving and scary all at the same time.
Back to piii-ahhh…I had been dreaming of some sort of pretzel crust for months. I’m obsessed with all things salty at the moment. I have no idea what’s wrong with me. First, there was the giant peanut butter thing with big flakes of sea salt on top; then just a few days ago there were salty vanilla cookie things. Though a little random, I think this recent, little obsession is proving to be delicious.
Aaaannnd just like that I signed a lease! The craigslist ad had two sentences, “NO PETS!” (as one of the two sentences) and no pictures, but I went to look at it anyway. It was perfect great. I talked the landlord into fixing a few things, got him to approve my future dog and even got him to drop the rent by a few bucks. Aaaaand just like that I signed a lease, wrote a check and got my keys.
While I’m so stoked to have a new place that’s bigger and better, in a neighborhood I’m really excited about, part of me is a little sad to be leaving my old apartment.
I’ve lived here for almost four years, and so much has happened and changed in that time. It was in this apartment I thought to start a blog–and in its tiny kitchen is where I cooked up and shot my very first blog post (found it! also: embarrassing). I moved into this apartment with my then boyfriend…and after six years of dating, it’s the apartment we broke up in. In this apartment I experienced my worst heartbreak…and subsequently learned what the term “pick yourself up and dust yourself off” really feels like. So many memories, good and bad. I’m excited to move on and leave them behind. In celebration of signing on the dotted line, I ate two (crazy/amazing) burgers in less than 24 hours…and then made myself a milkshake.
Schemllo! Hi! What’s up!! How are you?! I’m well. Thanks. I have three Friday significant thoughts to share with you:
1. The Millionaire Matchmaker lady scares me. Like a lot.
2. When it rains in Los Angeles (which is like twice a year) everybody’s cuteness goes up a notch. They bring their serious rain gear ‘A’ game–it’s kind of intense. Boys have peacoats on. They wear those rustic looking boots that I love. Girls look spiffy in their Hunter boots. Everybody is wearing big pretty big sweaters. Everybody is drinking coffee. It’s a good look.
3. I learned that bourbon is delicious in everything. Like everything. Just everything.