A TALE OF URBAN SUBURBAN SURVIVAL

Friday, June 24, 2011

-the blame game-

Today is a big day.
                                                                                                                              ONE WEEK from now---barring any natural disasters, capricious banks, or random acts of God---we'll look something like this:



But with more trees. And less 70's-green sweater sets.
                                                                                                                                    Actually, moving up to Boston was one of the smartest decisions we've ever made. We did it up---explored Boston's history, left no restaurant or bar unturned, indulged in having a major airport just minutes away, and shared it all with friends and family.
                                                                                                                                But somewhere along the line the two hour commute, lack of outdoor space, and four flights of stairs for laundry took its toll. (Let's just say it gets ugly when you get down to the basement and realize you're forgotten your quarters.) 
                                                                                                                           When and how did the glitz of big-city living start to wear off??

I'll tell you who's partly responsible:

Abigail and John Custis
                                                                                                                               Sure, they LOOK nice enough, but here Kevin and I were, enjoying the city-life when we're called down to help celebrate the wedding of my cousin and her VA ham on the Eastern Shore. (And just to clarify, this part of Virginia's Eastern Shore is more waterfront estate and less chicken farm than Maryland's central Eastern Shore where we grew up). We were privy to stay at one of these beautiful homes courtesy of a very generous family John knows.

Hello, little slice of heaven:
Our guesthouse view

The wedding, of course, was fabulous but hot as heck, so after the reception we meandered back in the dark for a night swim. It was quiet and pitch-black, except for a huge cloud of fireflies making swirly loops over an open field.

*Lightning bug reenactment
After we got back to the guesthouse, we floated around in the pool, took in the stars, listened to the crickets, and just breathed in the fresh air. I couldn't believe how calm and relaxed I felt. How settled.

Evidently it doesn't take much to inspire a life change.

So here we are a year later, mere days from closing on our home, and a couple of weeks from the Big Move. Will we regret this big decision down the road to eschew the city life for quiet nights and fireflies?

They say the grass is always greener, but at least where we're headed HAS grass.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

-lazy summer bartending-


Ah, summer.

Actually, despite being the third day of summer, it's 68 degrees and pouring down rain here in Boston. 

This has not deterred me from fantasizing about sitting on our (soon to be) back deck with a warm breeze blowing through the trees and a few cocktails to start off the evening.

Unfortunately, considering how much painting and wallpaper peeling I will need to do this summer, I probably shouldn't waste any time with elaborate mixed drinks (or blogs for that matter). 

So color me excited when I saw the New York Times had posted a collection of 3-ingredient cocktail recipes (minus garnish, seltzer, & simple syrup) by TOP bartenders across the country. 

"Who?"

"TOP. MEN."

Now some of these guys clearly cheated by using fancy ingredients I've never even heard of like Cynar and Strega (which sound more like antibiotics than booze), but here are a few that seem manageable AND tasty:

Live Basil Gimlet

Evidently 'live' refers to a recent time-of-death/picking of your basil. (cough *cop-out* cough)

Ingredients 
5 large basil leaves
1 1/2 ounces gin
3/4 ounce fresh lime juice
1/2 ounce simple syrup


Maybe it gets its name from the sumo-sized orange slice? Regardless, Sumo > Tom. 

Ingredients
3 ounces gin
2 1/4 ounces fresh lemon juice
1 1/2 ounces simple syrup
                                               Chilled seltzer
                                               1 orange wheel



I think this will be the big winner...not that there will be a lot of rosé left lying around! 

Ingredients
1 3/4 ounces blanco tequila
3/4 ounce lemon juice
3/4 ounce simple syrup
3/4 ounce chilled rosé

Cheers, lazy pants!

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

-big questions for a big move-



Woops.


If I had really thought this through, I would have started this blog as soon as we moved up to Boston. Now THAT would have been exciting---tawdry tales of discovering a new city with all of its glamour, mystery, and thrills! (More like noise, traffic, and a lack of personal space and privacy, but hey, who's keeping score?)


Unfortunately, because of my lack of foresight, you're now stuck reading about me struggling to survive in wild, uncharted suburbia. Sure, our house is kick-ass, our new property is a hidden gem, and yes, there's a mecca of a Whole Foods nearby, but there are some critical issues at hand that I'll need to hash out here.


I mean, REALLY important stuff like to pop or not to pop one's collar (did I mention we're moving to Connecticut)? How will the neighbors adjust to Kevin doing his early morning naked yoga on the back deck? Will I have to join a Junior League?


Also keeping me up at night: what's the etiquette for making other 'couple' friends without coming off as swingers? How do we make our new driveway trick-or-treater friendly? Or more importantly, do I even remember how to maneuver a car in a crowded grocery store lot??


Big stuff here, people. BIG.


Stay tuned.