Yesterday was my father’s birthday. Although I was not able to see him on his actual birthday, we were able to celebrate this past weekend with a turkey dinner. My dad is one of the most hilarious people I have ever met. He introduced me to the brilliance of Chris Farley and SNL at the age of five. We used to go down the hill to the video store (remember those magical places?). He’d let my sister and I choose a movie and then select some comedy, or on a special occasion, SNL: The Best of Chris Farley. If you’ve never seen this tape, dvd, or stream of Chris Farley’s comedy, you are truly missing out.
I don’t know if anyone out there has heard about the major storm that will be hitting New England in the next 24 hours, but according to the meterologists, it’s going to be record breaking. Despite the severity of this blizzard (yes, it’s that big of a deal), I am looking forward to a snow day. For me, snow days mean hot cocoa, sleeping in, catching up on my Netflix queue, and spending time with my friends and family.
The last significant snow storm was in February of 2013. Two of my best friends and I decided to celebrate the storm with a slumber party. We stocked the house with food and wine, prepared an extensive list of 80s movies to marathon, and curled up on sofas with blankets. By the end of our three day barricade, we have given one of my friend’s bangs, danced in full snow suits to “Thrift Shop” by Macklemore, and ate our way through the entire pantry.
As an English teacher and barista, it’s a unspoken job requirement to possess creativity and passion. Some days, I don’t measure up and fall flat on my face. I also panic as I scroll through articles and flip through pages in order to discover creative ways to help students find the main idea of a text. It can be daunting. The creative side of being a barista is generally discovered during a free minute of experimentation when the line isn’t out the door and around the building. We even have a secret menu at Starbucks, but make sure you bring your iPhone with you and show us the recipes. The secret menu isn’t actually written in stone. We do not usually know what’s in a Bananas Foster Frappucino. Help a lady out and give me the cheat sheet!
It’s Tuesday morning and I want to talk about food; well, I always want to talk about food, but today I want to share with you some of my favorite food finds. Over the past few years, several restaurants, cafés, and coffee shops have enticed me with their store fronts and Yelp reviews. I would love to share a few of these heavenly establishments with my friends at Miss Scrambled Egg this morning.
Welcome to MissScrambledEgg.com! I’m Miss Scrambled Egg and I’m glad you stopped by. The name for my blog originated from my initials, which are EGG. I attempt to balance a life of work and play; however, this sometimes leads me to a state of feeling as mixed up and stressed out as a yolk and white under the metal beating of a whisk. Did I mention that I majored in English Literature in college? I like similes.
When I’m not teaching or testing my latte skills as a barista, I will most likely be found in the kitchen. Baking and cooking is not only rewarding, but it is extremely therapeutic for me. My interest in the culinary arts began in high school. I binged watched hours of Food Network Star and Ace of Cakes, crushed hard on Bobby Flay, and bought a cake decorating kit. Many of my friends and family encouraged me to continue my pursuit in the world of food. Finally, I have made this dream a reality.
Feel free to explore my world through my cooking creations. Although I have not had any professional experience, I grew up around amazing bakers and cooks. My grandmothers, Toppy and GG, are some of the most talented ladies in the kitchen. They have been handed down recipes from their families, which I hope to share with you in the very near future. Thank you for all the support!