holiday happenings

Opening of some sort.

Nick and I wanted tacos. So we drove to Mexico:

Terrifying red-eyed reindeer.

We took more trips to the Huntington Dog Beach:

We decorated for Christmas:

We went to Six Flags:

I don't know these people.

I don't know this guy either.

Then we visited Roger's Gardens:

Sleep tight.

Don't let the bed bugs bite.

Brother is home!:

I finally got my papers organized:

Nick was immortalized in our gifts from Cards Against Humanity:

We went golfing. Cigars were added for extra effect:

Christmas time:

Annual tradition of The Big Lebowski and White Russians.

Venice Day:

The Museum of Jurassic Technology will haunt my dreams forever.

Wurstküche: German bar/playground

I got to finally see Margaret and her baby:

We went to Sacramento to spend some time with Nick's family:

We went on a walk and a donkey joined us. We had to return him to his farm.

much love,
hedgie

addie pie

 Addie is now one year old! She may have grown a lot during this year:

But not much has changed:

  First month with us                                                                                     This past month

The most important of which is that:

May you never grow into your ears.





much love,
hedgie

yarn bomb

I had some extra yarn lying around and the statue of Flo Jo in my hometown was looking a little chilly in her running singlet. So this happened.

Happy holidays!


much love,
hedgie

chestnuts: a cautionary tale

Boyfriend and I are still relatively new to cooking. We make a number of mistakes. For example, here is how we figured out not to deep fry 20 pot stickers at one time:

 

Did I say "we"? Because that one was totally all Nick's fault.

Well, we learned another valuable lesson the other night. Nick bought some chestnuts. He had baked them once before in the oven and figured that it would make a nice holiday snack. He threw them in the oven and we put on some Christmas music. Nick was getting ready to pull them out of the oven when we heard something pop from inside. He opened the oven and discovered that one of the chestnuts had just exploded.

He pulled the rest of them out and set them on the counter. He stood there, trying to figure out what happened when another popped, sending burning hot sprays of meat and shell flying all over the kitchen.

He quickly covered it in foil and waited. Nothing happened.

This shell flew about five feet away.

We went back to see how the rest of the chestnuts did. Then another exploded, taking the foil with it.

We didn't feel safe until we put a plate over the whole thing. But even then, we would hear chestnuts bang against it as they continued to explode while gently cooling.

Only then did it occur to us to read instructions and it turns out that you need to slice an X on the flat side of the nut to prevent pressure buildup.

Please have a safer holiday season than us.




much love,
hedgie