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My Hormonal Balance is The Wackness. And The Wackness SUCKED.
Published in Widowism by chefswidow { 11 comments }Things I did on a Sunday:
- Fell in love
- Saw Benjamin Button
- Drank Wine
- Fell in love
- Drank More Wine
- Checked out The Greenhouse Tavern
- Ate super yumster food
- Fell in love
- Got kida tipsy
- Clinbed up to the snowy rood and checked out Cleveland
- Fell in love
It did. We did.
Day date leads to night date when it comes to us
The day (and night) was incredible. For the first time in months’ we were our former selves. We were Amelia & Jonathon. Not mom & dad. Not Chef & Mrs. Chef. Not She & Him. It was just us. And it was sooooo good. Hanging out & actually having fun was something that we both desperately needed to have happen before the opening. We both needed to remember that deep down, past the stress-ball that is our life, we ARE actually in love. Real love.
{ As opposed to the fake kind that one may see on Rock of Love Bus, the best television show ever made.}
Love that takes time. Love that takes work. Love that yells. Love that cries. Love that wants to sucker punch. Love that screams. Love that kisses.
Love that loves.
***Sapping it up since 2009***
The Chef’s Got Nuthin’ On Me
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Lamb Shoulder w/ White Beans & Rosemary
Thanks to Miss Martha.
Today is the FIRST day of my life that I absolutely loved something I cooked. Seriously. Loved it.
Watch your back Chef.
Dear Chef,
I must say that this year has been a whirlwind of awesome. Your career as a Chef is flourishing and you deserve every accolade you get. You are by far the hard working man I have ever met. And the fact that your family is makes up your drive is even more impressive. Congratulations an all of your accolades in the press including the most recent one of Best Chef in the Cleveland Scene Best of Cleveland issue. You deserve it.
Above all though, conratulations on becoming a man who I and many others have so much respect for. You inspire the people who surround you to be better people, better employees, better chef, better friends, better wives, better mother, better friends, and better people all around. Hell take me for example. I am actually nice now. Well…for the most part.
You are a best Chef. You are the Best Chef. But more importantly you are the best man. The best father. The best husband. The best boss (remember I’ve seen you in action). The best friend. You are however, NOT, the best motorcycle rider driver. Which is why you don’t have a motorcycle. Obviously.
Love you more,
Wifey
Phish Tour is Gonna Be So Awesome… Trey Rocks, Man
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My good friend (and Biggie’s godfather) Monkey sent this picture a few weeks back. Isn’t it fabulous? How about that Caeser cut the Chef’s rocking? How could I have NOT fallen in love with him:)?
Let the fighting begin! Thanks Radiohead.
The Chef & I have had a rough month of August. It all began with a ridiculously awful fight (that was completely the Chef’s fault) at Radiohead and seemed to spiral out of control from there. Let’s just say that the Chef was a Creep. Insert groan here.
We have had tough times before especially pre-Catcher and a little after Catcher’s birth. It was a bit hard to go from NYC Chef & NYC Nightclubbing Chick to Mommy & Daddy. But we did it and it worked immensely well for us. The Chef opened my eyes to what a great parent was even before our babies were born. And from there we morphed into the family that we as cherish everyday. Plus we I stopped staying out till 7am and that really helped too.
From that point we have gone through some shit. We got taken for a grand on our honeymoon (Thanks Newark-I fucking hate you). Our apartment in Brooklyn caught on fire while the boy and I were at home. Our renter’s trashed our house in the CLE. We have moved three times in the past years. We have gone from ZERO debt to $12,000 debt in one year. And so on and so on…
But that shit doesn’t matter. We will always have hard times. There will always be fights. I will drink too much vodka and say something stoopid. He will drink too much Bourbon and I will hate dislike him for 24 hours. He’ll giveaway appliances and I’ll buy new ones. We will most definitely have parenting issues. We will battle the role that toy guns have in our household. I will always yell at him while driving and he will never pay attention to the road for more than two seconds at a time. He will ALWAYS have a fucked up schedule. I will always get pissed about said schedule. But….duh duh duh…he will always be the man I love and the man I chose to spend the rest of my life with. He is the man that my kids call dad and I melt a little each time I hear it. No matter how strssed out he is I will still love him (even though I may want to seriously cut off his hand).
Marriage is hard. And this month of marriage was a test for us. It’s only going to get harder from here on out. He is only going to get busier. I too am getting busier with the kiddies, school, and my writing. But no matter how busy we must talk to each other or some shit will go down like last month. And that’s was no good.
This what relaxation looks like. Take a long look cause that’s our ration for 2008.
As you may be able to tell I am kind of crushing on the Chef today. We had our two year anniversary (church wedding that is)last Tuesday and I super surprised the Chef. I arrange his days to get get switched around and then I secretely planned an overnighter at a local spa (that I wasn’t that impressed with). I went to the restaurant on Saturday eve and his crew shoved him out the door and told him that the night was covered. I was kind of worried that he would lose his shit seeing as he NEVER takes Saturday off but I think he was stoked. He had no idea where we were going and kept guessing Cedar Point. When we got to the spa I think he was happily surprised especially when he heard about the massages and the manicure and the super private grotto. We did our treatments, ate some foods, drank some wines, and decided to go see The Dark Knight. Both of us had wanted to see the film, especially because of Heath, however we just never had the time.
The Dark Knight was ok. Kind of long. But that Heath Ledger. Oh man Oh man. He could act. His poor baby girl. I see a posthumous Oscar in his the future. He was insanely phenomenal.
My iPhone addiction is quite out of control. The Chef wanted to kill my ass as I was trying to get the perfect shot of The Joker. Which I think I did.
After the movie we went back to the hotel ready to drink some really fantastic Champagne and take a giant bubble bath. We did the bath. And then we crashed. Next thing I knew it was 7am. Because that’s what happens when Chef’s go on an overnighter. They fall asleep by 11. And that’s ok because they need the rest. Especially mine.
We had a great and very much needed night. We were able to put all our bullshit on the table and work it out. It was amazing and fun and healing and I absolutely love that about us. No matter how thick the sludge gets we still manage to put aside our issues and talk. Sounds corny but it works and it makes me feel like I am in a brand spankin’ new relationship.
In some very cool Chef Crushin’ news, my Chef won a contest (that I entered him in). The girls over at Chef Crush had a contest to find the two most adorable Chefs in the USA. And that handsomely adorable chef of mine WON! All you Chef’s out there who read this blog and know him MUST tease him incessantly about how ADORABLE he is! Seriously though, the girls at Chef Crush are pretty cool and if you know of any handsome fellas or chicka’s who get their cooking on you should nominate them. Good exposure for the Chef’s and totally fun for the rest of us!
Happy Monday Bitches.
The Chef, Biggie Smalls, & I lounge in Sandusky
This week has been a tsunami. Sunday started the week with a bang. The Chef & I worked a wedding party at Cento and about halfway through the Chef came down with a super virus. When we got home (@ 4am) he was a wreck. Monday morning rolled around and I let him sleep and picked up the kids to get ready to head up to the lakes (aka Sandusky). When I got the kids, they were also sickies. We decided to still head up to the lakes to hang with my family. The Chef ended up sleeping for the day and the boy learned how to fish in between bouts of sickness and crankiness. Biggie Smalls was generally angry the entire day although she did perk up when dinner was served. Sickness or not my girl loves to eat.
Catcher fishes. Louisiana eats.
We drove home and everyone went to sleep before 10pm. Something that rarely happens in the widow household. I woke up at 5am for my 5.45am Boot Camp Class. That’s right friends I am a nutcase. The girl who never works out signed up for a class at 5.45am, two days a week. Much to my surprise the class was fantastic and I was strangely energized. After boot camp I raced home to get ready for the Young 3′s orientation at Catcher’s new school. When I got home I found my family in shambles. All three were miserable, coughing, sweating, and being grumpy asses. I immediately called our Doc and made an appointment for the three of them to go while I was at orientation. The Chef was none too happy about having to cart the kids and his sick ass to the doc’s but what can you do? It happens and action needed to be taken. Welcome to my world Chef.
I got back from orientation and the Chef let me know that all three of them had ear infections and a virus. Yippee!!! Happy Anniversary to me (Tuesday was our 2 yr church anno)!! The kids and I headed to Border’s, bought the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (a personal fave) and went home to snuggle and watch Michelangelo, Donatello, Leonardo, and Raphael kick some foot solider ass.
Happiness Is…
Wednesday, the kids still under the weather, was the first day of school for my boy. The family packed into the Prius and headed south towards the valley. The drop off was a bit emotional but my pride overcame any tears that I thought I would shed. Catcher was so grown up about it and seemed genuinely happy to be there.
His program is only three hours so the Chef, Biggie, and I went to Mustard Seed for some groceries and then drove around the valley looking at bad ass houses that we can’t afford. We picked up the boy who was super HAPPY to see all of us and headed home for some much needed family time. We played and ate and sang and climbed until I had to go downtown for my LEED class. The kids seemed to be feeling better and the Chef actually had a little color back in his face. Whew!
Celebrity Stylist D & J get down and dirty on Ev & Aren
After my class I headed home to get ready for our Wednesday night Haircutting party. Some friends and stylist friends stopped by to drink wine, play with the kids, and cut hair. Not in that order of course. At 10pm we watched the Chef & the Iron Chef rock out Seder Supper on the new episode of Dinner Impossible. If you missed it you should definitely check it out. Totally great and entertaining. The show is a HIT! The Chef in a Yamika really does it for me:)
Yes I am totally THAT GIRL You know the one who pauses TIVO to take a picture of her Chef on TV
This morning my ass was back in Boot Camp @ 5.45am. I even had the privelege of finding out my fat:muscle ratio. And it was awesome. HA! I wanted to kil myself.
5am gave me my fat ratio but it also gave me this beautiful sunrise
The Chef took the boy to school and Biggie & I snuggled with Potato & Vito. After some much needed girl time we headed down to get the boy. He was a little off and still kind of sickly. I think today may have been a tougher day for him at school.
So basicaly my week was filled with the sickness, a wedding anniversary, a first day of school, 5 am boot camp, lno sleep, good friends, and some awesome Cantillon. Can’t wait to see wha’s in store for next week!
Mike Symon & friends (including my Chef) find themselves at Alcatraz for this week’s Dinner Impossible premiere. Wednesday night @ 10pm is the beginning of the brand new season of Dinner Impossible hosted by Cleveland’s own Michael Symon.
When Mike asked my Chef to accompany him on his Impossible journey we had no idea what he would be in for. He was super excited to travel all over the country and be tested at his skill. In three short months Chef Symon, Chef Sawyer, Chef Lowe, Chef Bando, and Chef MacLaren, traveled all over the country attempting the impossible. They went east, west, north, and south. They flew to the undisclosed location the eve before set, then they filmed on location for 15 hours straight and flew back the next morning. Insane. The Chef filmed 5 episodes and I know that they kicked his ass. I can’t even imagine how Symon managed to do 20 some episodes in three short months. He is a total maniac (in a good way). Although I am pretty sure he just took a week off for some much needed relaxation (aka Golf) time.
Make sure to tune in or join the Chef & I for this:
In honor of the premiere of DI, the Chef’s restaurant is having a bash where he & David Lowe (the other chef from the show) will recreate the menu that the DI boys made while doing time on The Rock.
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