it's the climb...

Lately, Katie and I have been space cadetting out a little bit.

Exhibit A: We had people over before the fest last weekend, and midway through noticed that the house smelled a little tinsy bit like gas. We're still not sure how the stove got on, but we are sure that neither of us knew it. This also may or may not have been the third time the stove has left itself on.

Fast forward to a few short hours later and we discovered that we'd somehow locked ourselves out of our little home. Those keys walked themselves into that lock, I tell ya.

Sunday afternoon, when we still hadn't heard back from our neighbor re: our spare key, we had to get creative. I remembered that fortunately, I hadn't locked the window, and we'd left a spare on the window sill. With just a little pushing and climbing, we retrieved it.


Oh, and any bad guys reading my blog: we locked the window and moved the key so don't eeeven try this trick.


I've often heard cooking described as an art, but a recent endeavor of mine proves otherwise. Due to a lifelong quest to find the perfect on the go breakfast, I made egg and spinach quiche cups.

I thought they'd look like this:
But they actually turned out like this:
Although they were less than beautiful, they were pretty tasty. They're only 75 calories, and super easy to make (recipe!). I added extra cheese because, well, obviously, and also added jalapenos because I'm having a love affair with them, as well as lots of Cayenne. I think the trouble was that I didn't drain the spinach well enough and too much water overflowed. Also, the suggested 10 ounces of spinach was too much. I'd half it.

And to redeem myself from this disaster, Hannah and I made pumpkin chocolate chip cupcakes, and although the pumpkins on top would certainly be abstract art, they made us proud: