Who can really drink a stein of beer, anyway?
Went to a restaurant called Wurst Und Bier on Monday with The Boyfriend, to see if their five dollar burger night could compete with Brazenhead's. While Brazenhead is still winning the burger competition, I did get to relive a bit of college nights at Steinkeller's with a big Paulaner Hefewizen. Score! The Boyfriend and I decided to split one.
We couldn't finish.
I don't know how we used to do it in college. The sheer amount of liquid, to begin with, not to mention the whole carbonated beer bit. My stomach is not equipped to handle that! At any rate, it was good. I love me some weissbier. Even if we did waste some of that precious gold.
We had a class last night on Scripture and Tradition (Tradition with a capital "T"!) in RCIA. It was fascinating, and the guest instructor is an instructor in scripture at Ohio Dominican. So we were getting to the meaty stuff with all sorts of fun stories. But I'm beginning to think I'm the Hermione Granger of the class, because no one else is asking questions like "Do you find translations based on Jerome's Vulgate more accurate than those based on the Septuagint or other sources?" or asking classmates things like "Have you read the Evangelii Gaudium yet?"
Yes, I've read the Evangelii Gaudium. Ten points to Gryffindor?
I'm not all that disappointed I missed "The Sound of Music" last night.
At first I was, because I was so looking forward to hate-watching the NBC production and Carrie Underwood twang-yodeling about goatherds. However, from what I've heard, it wasn't so much hilariously bad as simply bad.
I do hope they try it again, though. The concept of a live musical was great fun. Someone just let Jesus take the wheel in the casting department.
In the spirit of German food (the theme for the week?) and Heidi braids and St. Nicholas Day, or maybe just because, I'm introducing The Boyfriend to Käsespätzle tonight.
Except I couldn't find spatzle in any stores (there was a rush on spatzle, why?) so I had to settle for making it with knipfle. They're both egg noodles. I figure it will work out. I'm also too lazy to shred my own Gruyere or Emmentaler, so he's getting it with Swiss. I probably shouldn't be writing this. He wouldn't know any better if I hadn't said this.
Okay, I'm pretty much not making Käsespätzle. But I'm pretty sure you can't go wrong with cheese, caramelized onions, and pasta.
I've started getting up at five so I can have time to exercise in the mornings before work. I'm also toying with the idea of running another half marathon.
I don't know when I became a masochist. Did this come with the Catholic stuff?
I broke down and bought Ugg boots over Thanksgiving.
I've always said how ugly they were and I didn't understand why everyone wore them and how I would never and blah blah blah. But wearing heels, pantyhose, and a dress on my drive in to work was pretty chilly and I was hoping for a comfortable shoe like my ballet flats and driving mocs in the summer. There's only so many hours you can wear a pair of heels before you're seriously considering chucking them at the wall, no matter what those advertisements for Dr. Scholl's inserts say. (No, I'm not "gelling.")
I tried on the boots at the mall and oh, it was like walking on warm, fluffy clouds. SOLD.
We are allegedly having a snowpocalypse today.
The local media have been losing their minds over this for days, and all the local schools preemptively closed this morning after predictions of doom, gloom, and power loss. So far, I've seen nary a snowflake.
You've really got to stop crying wolf, boys. I didn't wear my serious business, LL Bean boots for this.
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