This Valentine’s Day…

I conquered what I like to call, the Pavarotti of Italian desserts. What is it, you ask? Well my friends, look no further:

IMG_20150213_160116 Tiramisu. A big heaping trifle bowl full of boozy/coffee soaked lady fingers and mascarpone cheese, courtesy of America’s Test Kitchen. (But I got the recipe through this awesome blog.) Ce’st manifique! It’s not so much for a Valentine’s day gig as it is something I’ve wanted to make since the beginning of time… Which so happens to have coincided with said holiday. And now I did it! After a 24 hour incubation period in the fridge, I’ll find out how it tastes tonight. Hopefully good, as it took three hours of preparation. *Take note of mess in the pictures*.

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I mean, look at this mother trucker.

It could feed 100,000 couples this Valentine’s Day. But for tonight, I’ll just be feeding it to my adoring fam, who I believe will fall at my feet in gratitude for making it.

It’s a relatively easy dessert to put together, as it requires no cooking, but it does take a certain amount of prep time.

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If you’ve ever seen Sleepless in Seattle, there’s that famous scene between Sam Baldwin and his guy friend in the pub, where he has absolutely no idea what tiramisu is.  I couldn’t find a clip of it on youtube (the nerve!) so the dialogue goes a little something like this:

“What is Tiramisu?”

“You find out.”

“Well, what is it?”

“You’ll see!”

“You better tell me. Some woman is gonna want me to do it to her and I’m not gonna know what it is!”

Thank you, Nora Ephron, for catapulting a mere dessert into movie stardom by making it sound like something dirty.

Never the less, I can’t wait to try it.

Happy V-day, lovebirds and all birds alike!

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Journalist, interrupted

“peace out bra”

Life, as I know it, seems to have come to a sort-of standstill. Again. This time last year, I was hopping busy with two journalism internships during the week. Despite the fact that I enjoyed one and was not quite enjoying the other, I was basically thriving.

13 months later, I’m out of j-school and still trying to figure where to go from there. The options are endless: apply here, start writing for this place, start freelancing, take anything for some work. And ok, I have a bit of a gig right now, doing some copyediting. I’m certainly grateful for the experiences I’ve had over the past few years, because I’ve learned tons in my field. But it still leaves me wondering, where do I go? Am I not trying hard enough? Or is it just all just a game of chance in finding something? Or better yet… Should I go another direction?

As I’ve seen things, opportunity has come in waves: there was university for four years, then a standstill for a year. J-school, internships, and as of now, another standstill. It’s perplexing, confusing, slightly irritating… And making me feel like I’m slightly stranded in the middle of the ocean, a la Wilson in Castaway. When or what that next wave will be, I can’t say.

By 25 (hey future me!), I figured I already have a steady job. Finally feeling secure, ready to move out from under my parents’ roof, basically carpe diem-ing the shit out of my twenties… Or maybe that’s what we only see in tv and the movies. But if the twenties are supposed to be a decade of experimentation and YOLOing, maybe I need to seriously re-check. Maybe there are more opportunities out there than I realize, and I just tend to underestimate myself.

I’ve also been thinking a lot of the quote from Melissa in Bridesmaids (finally saw it!):

Ain’t that the truth.

And of course the question is, what will be my solution? Without trying to sound too philosophical… The truth is out there. Maybe it will just take some paddling to discover that next tidal wave of opportunity. Or better yet, I’ve already discovered it and I just don’t know it.