Thursday, October 27, 2011

The Hudson Highland Cup

The Hudson Highland Cup

Originally from The Tippling Brothers


2 oz Highland Park 12-Year-Old Single Malt Scotch Whisky (I used Old Crow like a good Gugisberg granddaughter)
1 teaspoon apple butter  (my favorite recipe here)
1 oz fresh lemon juice
0.75 oz maple syrup
1 dash Pastis  (anise?  Really?  I didn't have any and wouldn't have used it anyway)
Hard cider  (Newton's Apple from Trader Joe's)

Add all ingredients except the hard cider to a shaker and fill with ice.  I use a scale for this, jiggers are nice, scales are better.  Shake, and strain into a highball glass filled with fresh ice. Top with hard cider and garnish with an apple slice if desired.

Drank while watching Labyrinth (a friend's first time seeing it!).  What a movie---and you can't forget  David Bowie's epic proportions, ha.  

Thursday, October 20, 2011

A broken fridge! ...or why I had hotdish for dinner last night.

So...a couple mornings ago I woke up to puddles of water emanating from my fridge.  I opened both the fridge and freezer door, checked for leaks, made sure I didn't leave the freezer door open all night, the whole shebang.


So I down a bunch of paper towels to mark the trail (and sop up any more leaks) and put in a work order.  I come home to no paper towels, meaning that someone had come by to check up on what was up...but there was no note on the door, no nothing.  Usually they go ahead and close the work order after they've cleaned up a mess or checked on something for you, but mine was still open.  Okay, they must have just forgot.

Fast forward to today, when at about noon I get the email saying the work order was closed with no other details.  "Ah, there we go.  Finally!"

I think no more about it as I walk home in the downpour.  I dig my keys out of my bag, open the door, and squelch out of my shoes so I don't make too big of a mess.  The light switch is a bit far from the door, so I open the door as wide as I can and walk my drenched self across the kitchen floor (did I bring a jacket or rainboots?  Ha.  Funny question.  No, I didn't).

As I make it to the carpet, I notice to my right that the floor is really dirty.  As in, really dirty.  I clean my kitchen floor every night since it's the kind of sickly baby blue that attracts dirtiness like a magnet.  And it was clean this morning, I swear!

I frown and take one more step, and feel myself step on something sharp.  I lift up my foot and see a half inch chunk of glass on the carpet.

"What in the world is going on!  This is ridiculous.  Who was in my room??"

I finally turn around, and things make sense.  I have a brand new fridge.  Which is great! 

A Frigidaire!

But there was also glass all over the I took care of that before finally opening the fridge.  I'm not even sure what broke, but I did email the house manager to find out.

Anyway, when I opened up the fridge,  I burst out laughing, not even kidding.  There are lemons in the cheese drawer, eggs near the vegetables, ketchup not on the fridge door, it kind of looked hilarious.  I know, first world problem, I have to reorganize my fridge now that I have a new one.

Even more curious was the distinct presence of many things that are not supposed to be in the fridge.  Frozen hashbrowns.  A defrosted pile of mushy bananas (seriously?  It's a brand new fridge and I already have to clean it?).  Several bags of frozen fruit from strawberry picking and farmer's market rhubarb.  My half-eaten loaves of bread that I keep frozen for my occasional toast craving.  Do you know what frozen then defrosted bread looks like?  Smushed, moist, and very unappetizing.  It went straight into the bin.

So, here's where the hotdish comes in.  You can't refreeze hashbrowns, and these are already fairly old (about a year?  I don't eat them often).  And the one dish I use them for is confirmation potatoes, a wonderfully artery-clogging dish composed of hashbrowns, sour cream, cheddar cheese, cream of chicken soup, and butter-soaked cornflakes on top.

Let's put it this way: it's delicious.

While the potatoes were cooking (and more than one girl wandered past my door saying "Oh my god it smells so good!") --I called my mom to tell her the story of my night.  My brother answered, I passed along the hilarity of the evening.  His reaction?  "I feel sorry for whomever had to take all of your food out of your fridge, what a disaster."

...he's right.   What a disaster, ha.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Garden update!

Today on MIT news:  "Green-thumbed graduate students create skyline oasis at McCormick"

...a wonderful way to end a great year of gardening.  Some things worked, others didn't, but that's how a garden is.  Not only do plants grow, but so does your knowledge of what works and what doesn't.  It's the perfect engineering challenge; you test variables, you see what works, and you change your growing scheme.  And you get to eat your successful test cases.  Love it.

Someone just forwarded me this picture---we're apparently the most viewed story!  I kind of feel like a celebrity.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Monday, October 3, 2011

October 2011


Blurred out artsy model pictures from Ms. impressionist, I love it! (seriously, is there anything this girl can't do?  What a rockstar).

Exploded flowers from Thoughtful Photography (via Ms. Moss)

 Aerofauna by Valeo Doval (via Craftzine)

Branding Minnesota's 10,000 Lakes, by Nicole Meyer (via Simplesong).  Maybe I'll get lucky and see Lake Sanborn one day!

Things to do:

--cupcakes for my labmate's wedding

--a couple of girl's nights

--MIT Symphony concert

--apple picking and apple-dessert baking with girls in McCormick

--bioengineering retreat

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Red Fire Farms

A few weeks ago, friends and I went on the long car ride out of the city to Red Fire Farm in Granby - we're members of the CSA there and pick up produce every Friday to use for the next week.

See the McCormick name on the equipment sign?  That's the family that donated all the money for McCormick Hall. 

Picking beans

Husk cherries!


A chicken.  A very curious one, at that.

We stopped at BT's Smokehouse in Sturbridge on the way back for barbeque.  I wish they'd open a Cambridge branch.

Pulled pork, the best onion rings I've ever had, hush puppies with

Pulled pork sandwich.

Mmm, pulled pork.


Cherry tomatoes

Cranberry beans

 Husk cherries

Saturday, October 1, 2011


Upon seeing this article on the Etsy blog, a friend and I decided---yes!  We must have a way to make seltzer. 

For a job such as this, you must have the right tools. 

Drilling holes under my kitchen sink for the safety strap. 

Buckled in and ready for action!

Does it work?

Answer?  YES.

 My life is awesome.  

(thanks to a fabulous mechanical engineering friend for the installation help!)