Friday, August 26, 2011

Good Literature + Good Food + Great Marriage = Our Life




It is a happy state of existence to realize that your life is more ideal than you could have imagined. I used to dream of being an English professor and living alone, walking home on foggy evenings to a cappuccino and Oscar Wilde. A recent and glorious shot of reality made that idealistic fantasy look feeble. Whitney and I sat sipping tea and listening to a summer thunder-storm, it was so picturesque that I grabbed a volume of James Whitcomb Riley and proceeded to read poetry aloud as she knit. Life isn't about waiting for the next exciting event, it's about treasuring every moment in stride. So here follows some of the recent moments we've found wonderful.








Waiting at the mechanic holding hands and watching French cooking shows. Cooking dinner for my wife as she rocks in a comfy chair reading to me. Tucking ourselves into bed with steaming cups of peppermint cocoa and whip cream to be entertained by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Going for early morning walks at Dolese Park. Arriving home to the aroma of British cheese and onion bread. Watching the sun set over Lake Hefner. Pointing out and agreeing on care-a-bear and dragon shaped clouds. Sitting on a grassy hill next to old rail-road tracks eating Italian style pizza. Sketching at a locally roasted coffee shop downtown. Asking for one more kiss goodnight and really meaning one more kissing session. Reading 101 Dalmatians in a quiet public park until it was so dark that we had to squint to finish. Praying together over England, our bus route, and families. Pausing in the middle of a blog post to listen to La Vi En Rose with Whitney's head on my shoulder. Listening to the unabridged Jane Eyre and spazzing out over whether or not she will end up with Mr. Rochester. All of them beautiful memories, very few of them planned.


The Lord is good, much better than we deserve. To those of you married, enjoy it. To those of you single, enjoy it. To those of you we love, goodnight.


p.s. you might have realized that almost all of those ideal settings involve food and or reading, 155lb and holding.


p.p.s. the pic is the brilliant British bread, Whitney speaketh below in the wedge of potatoe recipe, heed her, for she cooketh well.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Wedge of Potatoe

Yes, yes for a bit of potato yumminess now...


Ingredients needed:


1 to 2 tablespoons of Olive Oil

1 Tablespoon of Onion Powder

1 Tablespoon of Garlic Powder

1 Tablespoon of Basil

Salt and Pepper to taste


Potatoes (its supposed to be 2 or 3 if you want more just add more of everything else)


Cheese of your choice whatever kind you have on hand (with the exception of American) will be fine. And just add as much as you like but you'll definitely need more than 1/2 a cup.




Honestly everything to taste I'm sure I added more of it than a tablespoon each

Before the first step make sure to pre-heat your oven to 425 degrees.


First I cut the glorious potatoes into wedges probably just in 8ths or something.


Then I got out a gallon zip lock bag and put the Olive Oil and spices in it... If other spices strike your fancy add those too, I'm sure I would. For Example, Paprika for spice, or Rosemary, Oh Rosemary is yummy on potatoes and so are Chives. I like Oregano on it as well. Actually Rosemary is just good in general. Just add what you are in the mood for.


Make sure you kind of mix them all in there before you put the potatoes in.


Then put the potatoes in and dance around the kitchen shaking the bag vigorously. This is not essential but adds an element of fun and exercise to the making of the potatoes.


Then put your seasoned potato wedges on a cookie sheet (you may need to lightly grease it)


Cook them for anywhere between 25 to 35 mins or however long it takes for them to get cooked all the way through and maybe a little crunchy on the edges.


Put the cheese on top and pop it back in the oven for 5 to 10 mins or until the cheese is melty.


Take them out and enjoy some Oven Baked Potato Wedges of Truth and Justice.