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One Month Missus

Hard to believe that 30 quick days have passed already since we tied the knot...Happy Anniversary to my new(ish) sweet hubs.

Easy Beetsy

Fall in New England = root vegetables. I bought some beets at the Rosi Farmer's Market a few weekends ago, only to realize that I had no idea how to prepare them. Voila, easy and delicious recipe compliments of you, Inter-net.

BUTTERED FRESH BEETS
- Cut beet tops off 2 inches from beet to prevent bleeding.
- Do not remove skin or roots.
- Cover with water, cook until tender 30-50 minutes.
- Cool.
- Rub off skins and slice or dice. (Blogorelli note: the skins really DO rub right off!)
- Add: 1/8 tsp. pepper 1/2 tsp. salt
- Melt butter in saucepan and add salt and pepper. Add to beets. 6-7 servings.

(shirt by Babywood via Etsy) 

Mr. and Mrs. NACHO!

(with Bella, the official bubbles attendant)

 

CONGRATS, NACHOS!

Mr. and Mrs. Nacho

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Forbidden Fruit

The Prof and I decided to have a mall day a few weekends ago and spend the many gift cards we'd generously been given for the wedding.

Game plan: To "shop without spending"

We did our returns and/or purchases in other stores and ended up at Williams Sonoma, the mecca of taste tests and expensive kitchen products. After perusing our registry, the decision came down to either a saucepan or a santoku knife. Then I saw...

 

OH MAH GAWD.

Of course, if anyone is a complete and obvious marketing target for the Kitchenaid 90th Anniversary Limited Edition stand mixer, it's moi. I don't cook, the thing has major hype, and a specially produced glass bowl like the mixers of old. Did I mention the commemorative logo, or that the machines are "assembled with pride in Greenville, Ohio?"

As I pawed the mixer's shiny candy apple red finish, I knew, I MUST HAVE THIS OBJECT. I begged, I tried the "birthday-and-Christmas-present-combined" tactic (reserved for very special bartering occasions, usually with Dad-orelli,) I even almost teared up...but The Prof seemed unmoved.

His comment: "You don't bake."
My reply: "Well, I don't cook either but has that stopped me from buying the majority of our kitchen items?

I am not proud to admit, but I think we had our first married fight over the whole thing right there in the store. I huffed, The Prof puffed, we called truce over some beers at The Cheesecake Factory...and we got the pot and knife instead. I forgot about the whole thing, but did feel badly about our scuffle. My newlywed badge was tarnished, with not even a month gone.

Two nights later, I came home and went back to the kitchen. There on the table...

The Prof came up behind me while my mouth gaped open in shock. "I'm sorry that we fought over something so ridiculous; I went back and got you the mixer."

Apologies, other wifeys -- but I think I made the catch of the century when I married MY hubs.
(p.s. I said that I was very sorry too.)