Sunday, July 6, 2008

Fancy Cucumber Sandwiches

Fancy Cucumber Sandwiches (that are ridiculously easy)
2 cucumbers
2, 8 oz. packages cream cheese, softened
1 packet dry salad dressing (I like Italien, and used a garlic and herb for the garden party)
1 baguette, sliced thin by Panera
dill (dry or fresh)
Wash cucumbers well. Using a fork, scrape down the cucumbers lengthwise leaving "stripes" all the way around. Slice the cucumbers into 1/4 inch slices or thinner. Set aside.

In a small bowl, stir together cream cheese and dressing mix; combine well.
Toast the slices of baguette under the oven broiler until lightly toasted. Using a butter knife, spread the cream cheese mixture onto the individual slices. Don't cake the slices with the mixture, just a thin layer will do it. I usually have quite a bit of the cream cheese left over.

Next, lay a slice of cucumber in the middle of the bread. Once done, shake a small amount of the dill weed onto the cucumber slice. Remember that dill is strong and a little goes a long way. Just one or two taps of your finger on the shaker should do it per slice.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

The Garden Party

(Sigh) A garden party. In my mind, there are few things more lovely. I love the idea of combining the cool warm of a summer evening with cut flowers strewn about and delicate finger foods arranged on trays. Plus, you get to wear a dress. I like that a lot, too.

Megan and Kait's birthdays were earlier this month and we decided to celebrate them with a joint garden party at Lyndee's and my house this past Monday night. Ever since the tulips started coming up earlier this spring, I've been looking forward to entertaining formally in our back yard. The lilies and the phlox and the sage have all been blooming lately, but the hydrangeas steal the show. The blossom heads are as big as my head and are blue, pink, lilac and all the hues in between. Bekah, bless her, took charge of arranging the layout and decorating with hydrangeas. The effect was graceful and elegant. (Another sigh)

Kait arrived first and faked a "surprise" face because she thought we were joking by pretending she was Megan, the real birthday girl. It was only after we showed her the signs saying "Happy Birthday, Kait!" in size 1000 font that she believed us. David and Cindy did an excellent job throwing her off the scent: it makes perfect sense to fix the car in a white polo, David!

After Megan arrived and we all ate the fancy food with our pinkies raised (Brad even tried and liked egg salad!!), it was time for the evening's activity: painting aprons! Perhaps we weren't thinking when we planned to have a party in nice clothes and also paint, but miraculously, there were no major disasters. It was so cool to see how everyone chose to design their aprons. There wasn't one that didn't perfectly match the personality of its designer. Makes me reflective on how perfectly we, too, match the personality of our Designer.

Painting aprons continued until it was dark (and a bit after!). We lit and blew out birthday candles, ate cake and pie, and took group pictures with all of our apron-creations. Scroll through the pictures below to see how lovely our garden party turned out to be!

24 + 5 = 52

No, my math skills are not that bad. On June 18th - 19th, 2008, five of us ladies stayed in the parking lot of Chick-fil-A for 24 hours to win 52 coupons for free chicken sandwiches. Crazy, you say? Perhaps, but when else could you have a corn-hole tournament less than 500 feet from Nicholasville Road?

The day started at 0600 hours Wednesday when the five of us (Megan, Grace, Lyndee, Bekah and I) arrived to pitch our tent and be in line to sign in at 0630 hours on the dot. This is us in line to register. We look pretty excited considering the time!We pitched our tent first thing; it was nick-named the EpCottage by the parking lot socialite, Joe. Though embarrassing, the supplies heaped below were "the necessities" to get us through 24 hours. It's really embarrassing, actually.We spent the day playing lots of games, consuming lots of chicken and sweet tea, and meeting lots of new people. Grace and Lyndee both spent quite of bit of time in the King Square, and Megan and I played the longest game of corn-hole ever with two of the guys from across the parking lot. We also played some board games when the sun got too hot, improvising with a hairbrush so all five of us could play Racko.

Every so often, the Chick-fil-A people would yell "Roll Call!" and we'd have to stand on our chalk numbers in front of our tent. This was how they made sure you were still on the property and could keep your registered number. The five of us were numbers 30 through 34 and we weren't about to move! Usually, when the people called "Roll Call!" they also handed out food. We ate so much fried chicken on Wednesday that the 52 coupons for more chicken didn't sound quite as good as they did before we started. But that didn't stop us from eating everything they handed out. Mm, Mm good!

The sun finally set and the party in the parking lot calmed down (the Chick-fil-A cow made an appearance, there was karaoke, many tournaments and give-aways, and more chicken and ice cream!). We bedded down all snug in the tent and actually got a couple hours sleep despite (or perhaps because of) the rainstorm.

Next morning, we packed up and attended the grand opening of the newest Chick-fil-A. Lee Cruz was even there! The employees welcomed everyone into the new restaurant with a tunnel of noise, which we five got stopped in the midst of. That'll wake you up! We also got to wear Chick-fil-A t-shirts and hats.

The funny thing was, when they handed out Chicken nugget boxes with ribbons tied around them, I almost didn't take one because I didn't want anymore fried chicken! I threw it in the car anyway though and am glad I did: the box contained my free Chick-fil-A for a year coupons!

Thursday, June 26, 2008

I went kayaking...and I didn't fall out of the boat

Well, the cycle of history has been broken...I went kayaking two weeks ago and I did not fall out of the boat. My previous two times on the water included being six and having to do nothing but still getting soaking wet, and being in high school and falling out of the canoe while trying to step into it. Well, I am happy to report that neither of my previous kayaking experiences was repeated. I only got wet when I wanted to (and when I fell in the water trying to get in the boat after the rapids...I forgot about that.)

Saturday dawned cloudy but dry, and it turned out to be the absolute perfect day to be on the river. The clouds kept the sun from badgering us but the air and the water were still warm enough to make being outside pleasant.

The group that day consisted of Ben, Grace, Brad, Eric, Lyndee and me. I was obviously the novice kayaker of the group:) But after a crash course on using oars and several hours on the Dix, I was really getting the hang of it all!Our first stop of the day was for lunch at the only waterfall on the Dix. Before eating, we climbed the waterfall and took group pictures: We also had the grand idea to all straddle a fallen log and act like we were ridding it down the waterfall. Unfortunately the log decided to move while we were all straddling it and we had to bail before the picture was taken. There was also a casualty: Lyndee's knee was pinned between the moldy log and a rock and she suffered quite the wounding. The picture below was taken later Saturday night but you should have seen the colors that bruise turned during the next week!
After making sure Lyndee wouldn't die and eating our PB&J sandwiches, we got back on the river and continued paddling. There was jumping out of trees:And Grace even dared Eric to jump with her into the freezing cold lake water. (Halfway down the Dix, the warm water from the Kentucky river turns into the cold water from Lake Herrington, which twice a year is emptied from the bottom of the lake and feeds the Dix. Being "bottom of the lake" water, it was FREEZING!!!) Eric took her dare and the two of them shimmied up a tree and after like five minutes of trying to get enough courage, they jumped. Upon surfacing, furious splashing and screams abounded. Eric was inches from tipping the canoe (with Brad still in it!) by trying to get in too fast and Grace brought in about a half foot of water when climbing into her kayak. For those us us sitting on top of the cold water, it was hilarious. Soon after this, we came to a dried up waterfall that we decided to climb. At first, I was more than a little wary, but everyone else was doing it.... Yes, Mom, that was my reason. Anyway, we climbed up to the top, admiring the skeletons of trapped fish and being careful to cling tightly to finger grips. I even made it back down the waterfall without breaking my neck. Thank goodness for chacos.So what else happened on the river? Well, there were some rapids. And yes, I went through them solo in my little kayak. Unfortunately, the rapids amounted to little more than ripples in the water, but hey, no one needs to know that; the picture looks cool.This one is for the logically-minded readers. If you added people with oars to abundant water, what do you think will result? Exactly. There was a lot of that, too. And it did not help out the half foot of water in Grace's kayak:)
After spending six or so hours on the river, we returned to Wilmore for Ales, ice cream (with homemade cookie dough!), Yatzee, Frisbee and a movie. How we still had enough energy to do all of this is beyond me. I just know I had the absolute best time kayaking and I really hope I get to go along again soon!

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Labor Day Fireworks - A History

(This blog should be read with the voice of that old guy who introduces an A&E biography in front of the fireplace, smoking a cigar.)

The history of a people is precious for it gives insight into the very foundations underlying culture. To revisit one's history then is to delve once again into the essense of one's identity, to analyze why the present is the way it is. Frankly, I feel like goin' back, goin' back to my roots with the good people of TND. It's hard to think of a time before this group of friends, yet it exists and there is a starting point. For me, my starting point with TND was Labor Day fireworks 2005.

Of course, I should clarify that I knew everyone in TND before it officially became TND and before I started socializing with the group on a regular basis. Asbury's good like that - it's hard to make it through without at least knowing something of a large majority of everybody.

In Fall 2005, before Grace became a Newsome and before singles row at the TND table had even been thought of, I went on my first semi-official non-TND outing to Cinci for Labor Day fireworks. I have to admit that I was quite a bit anxious and quite a bit unsure how to act around these crazy people. I quickly learned how right my anxieties were and also how crazy (?) I could pretend to be in my own right.

After fireworks that Labor Day, Ben, Grace, Lyndee, Megan, Chris, and I began hanging out more frequently. We had a Halloween party and the first official TND dinner: Grace's birthday. That was the event where we said - we can cook! we should have dinner together more often! So we started to do just that and our weekly gatherings to cook, experiment, and eat became a staple of the weekly routine. When Labor Day 2006 rolled around, I had a much better idea just how the people of TND acted together and where I fit in.

Throughout the following year, our group invited new people in, both as guests and to stay. That's one of the things I love about TND: no matter who joins us for dinner, whether it's people we know or complete strangers, the group is always easy, always the same, always open and welcoming and fun.

Labor Day 2007:


Though the frequency of our TND dinners and gatherings are more sporatic now, the friendships are no less. Here's to the longevity of TND and ever better lawnchair positioning for Labor Day fireworks!

Run for the Roses!

I'm a true Kentuckian now: I've drunk mint juleps barefoot on the back porch. I've watched the Derby on a TV outside the confines of four walls. I've fashioned a homemade Derby hat out of tissue paper. Well, maybe the last one isn't necessarily "Kentuckian" but it sure works when you don't want to spend the money on a fancy hat!

Things to remember for next year's annual Derby party: DO invite Bekah and her fruit salsa, DO NOT allow Eric to be on call, DO insist that Chris grill the steak filets exactly the same, DO NOT let Ben try to balance his center of gravity on two sticks after drinking too much beer/bourbon.

Here are the pictures!