- I moved (again)! Third apartment's the charm, right? Exactly right. I love my space, I love my roommates, I couldn't be happier.
- I had my first performance in NYC! It was unpaid, tickets were painfully over-priced, but you could see real Broadway theatres from the theatre we performed in! The experience was akin to drinking diet Sam's Club Cola-- the sugar-free version of the knock-off value brand, but hey, there's still something in your cup (so no complaining!)
- In my rejection letter from the American Repertory Theatre/ Moscow Art Theatre School Institute for Advanced Theatre Training at Harvard University (say that three times fast, I dare you), I learned that, out of the 400 auditionees, I was one of the 50 actors who were recommended for summer study in Cambridge with the Moscow Art Theatre. I'm still working out a few things, however, but there's potential for me to expand my skills with one of the most renowned theatre schools in the world. Yahoo!
Now onto the real reason for my post: another culinary disaster has occurred in my kitchen. It harkens back to the days of rock-solid Irish Soda Bread when I was a mere amateur at the stove. It all begins back in December, while I was unpacking my things at my previous apartment...
In the hurry to get settled in my new space, I spastically tossed-- yes, tossed-- the lid of my precious food processor across the room. It hit the wall and the most important part, the small safety wing that locks the bowl into place and allows the blades to spin, snapped off. Ever the crafty maven, I tacky-glued that sucker back on and it was as good as new.
Fast forward to my move towards the end of March, where the piece detached again and was completely destroyed in the process. I decided to bite the bullet and order a new lid, despite the $12 shipping (!!!), and threw away the old lid and the bowl. Because that made sense. ONLY IT DIDN'T. Upon receiving the new lid in the mail, I realized that I am a moron and threw away the perfectly good bowl, rendering my Cuisinart stand, blade, and shiny new lid utterly useless. I'd be damned if I was going to pay for $12 shipping again.
So when I finally found tahini in Whole Foods after a 10 month search (it's with the peanut butter, who knew), I had to buy it and try my hand at whipping up one of my favorite foods: hummus. Nazlı makes perhaps the best hummus I have ever had, so I followed her recipe from her blog, Good Food for Good Soul. Since we have a blender at my current apartment, I boldly pressed forward and adapted to life without a food processor.
It was a disaster.
First of all, the blender is just not suited to grind up all those chickpeas. Secondly, I am way too short to see into the blender while standing on the ground. So, for an hour, I sat on the counter alternating pulsing and taking the lid off to stir. Finally, it occurred to me to add more liquid to speed the process, which it did, but thoroughly watered down my concoction in the meantime. Hummus was everywhere. Hummus is still everywhere. And I had to listen to my roommate Heidi's cruel "Hey you know what would be easier? If you used a food processor" jokes all the while.
Good times.
I put some pepper in it to try and add some flavor, but really things are beyond hope at this point. Looks like it's store-bought Sabra for me until my cheap ass raises shipping funds. All donations to the cause are greatly appreciated. Yes, I accept credit cards, thanks for asking!
