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the heart wants what it wants

Monday, November 7th, 2011

Yesterday morning, my heart wanted a Dutch baby.

Not an actual Dutch baby. I don’t know where I’d get an actual Dutch baby. Hell, I don’t know where I’d get a baby on a Saturday morning. We have friends with new babies, I guess… but they’re not Dutch.

Digression.

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Dutch Baby (German Pancake)
Based on that badass Alton Brown’s recipe

2 tablespoon unsalted butter
1/2 cup all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
1/2 cup milk
2 eggs

Heat the oven to 375 F.

Find a pan of some kind. I used an 8 inch cake pan – a cast iron pan is more traditional, but it has to be 8 or 10 inches and ours is 12. The bigger one means less puff, and the whole point of a Dutch baby is the puff.

Put the butter in the pan and put the pan in the oven to let the better melt. Don’t forget. Seriously. Brown butter is delicious but is not the point. Do I need to mention again that the puff is the point?

Stir together the dry ingredients, and mix with the wet ingredients in a blender, food processor, or mixing bowl if you have a stick blender. (Stick blenders are awesome). Blend until totally uniform.

Pull the pan out of the oven, and pour about half the butter into the batter. Combine super quick, and pour the batter into the pan, then stick the pan back in the oven.

Bake for 22 – 25 minutes. It will still be soft in the middle, but it will be puffy all across.

Sadly, it will sink.

Still, it will taste puffy.

You can eat with more sugar sprinkled on top, or with syrup, or with lemon wedges as Alton suggests. I, personally, like them plain. Crockett ate his plain because I forgot to tell him he had other options.

Serves 2. Or just me.

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Obviously I ate half before taking the picture – sorry!

After breakfast I went to the gym, and then did something very important.

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Took my best friend to the vet.

She has a terrible ear infection.

Don’t worry – we have pills and ointments now, and she’s already on the mend.

Then, I came home and started studying for my Mathematical Stats midterm which is tomorrow at 9 which I should be studying for right now. If anyone has any insights regarding characteristic functions, now would be the time to share :).

Lunch happened like this:

 

me: Cloey is sleeping
I’m glad I went
I love her so much
she’s my baby
2:04 PM Crockett: I’m sure she’s glad you took her, too.
2:06 PM me: whoops
I just accidentally blocked you
and then unblocked you
could you tell?
was it lke EMMA HATES YOU for a second?
2:07 PM Crockett: ha
no, I didn’t notice
2:09 PM you want a sandwich?
2:10 PM me: from a place or from our fridge?
Crockett: fridge
(that is a place)
me: excellent point
you want proscuitto and manchego paninis?
Crockett: Does anyone deliver sandwiches around here?
me: I have no idea
probably
Dominos
2:11 PM Crockett: blech
me: blech to proscuitto and manchego paninis or dominos?
Crockett: dominos
OMGYES to that other thing
me: :)
ok

 

We were across the hall from each other while we had this chat.

That’s just how we roll in our house.

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Whole grain bread brushed with olive oil on the outside, then a thin layer of mustard, then cheese, then slices of pear, then proscuitto. After I grilled them, I pulled them apart and shoved in some arugula.

The bread was a little much, honestly. Very seedy and kind of overpowering – I bought it at Costco awhile ago and stuck in the freezer. I’s good but this sandwich needed something subtler.

Anyway.

I studied for hours and got basically nowhere, which was super fun for me, and then Crockett and I met up with his mom and brother and went out to dinner.

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I realize this is not good looking. I swear the chicken wasn’t actually pink in my warm squash and beet salad with chicken, bacon, and maple dressing at The Empire.

It was SO GOOD.

Since Crockett’s mom is only in town for the weekend, we played it big and went out for another drink afterwards.

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Punk.

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… in Ale.

I love pumpkin beer, and the Dogfish Head is sort of a cult version. it’s super hard to get, so when I saw they had it dove right in. It was exactly as delicious as I remembered, and I would kill to have some in my fridge right now. Someone remind me next year, ok?

sigh

Sunday, October 23rd, 2011

I’m having a boring, frustrating week. I did poorly on an exam (which I may have mentioned), and now I’m feeling the need to prove myself academically, and I’m having a hard time doing it. I just have so much to do that I can’t focus on any one thing long enough to excel.

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The work – it is constant.

Anyway.

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I know it’s no Dogfish Head – but I love me some pumpkin beer, and this one is pretty tasty.

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On Monday I made vaguely Asian inspired tempeh and butternut squash tacos. I thought breaking the tempeh into smaller pieces would make it more flavorful, but then I baked it after marinating it, and it dried out. It took a lot of greek yogurt to make them moist enough again – but at that point, they were pretty tasty.

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On Tuesday night, we went out with my parents to Southern Sun.

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I had one of the specials, a steak sandwich with horseradish mayo and melted cheese of some variety called ‘I can’t remember but it was white and damn delicious’.

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And my mom gave me a piece of her crabcake sandwich.

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My dad had the other special, the fish and chips. I love fish and chips, but for whatever reason I was of the opinion that my sandwich would be healthier.

Obviously that was not the case.

Fortunately, my sandwich was good enough that I didn’t regret not ordering the fish. I wanted a bite, but by the time I looked up, there were only fries remaining – clearly the fish was not a disappointment either.

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Crockett had a salad with pecans and arugula and who knows what else. He loved it, but he ate half my sandwich too. That’s the problem with salad, yo. Sometimes you just need a sandwich too .

On Thursday, Crockett made beer.

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In an enormous pot in our kitchen.

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With hops from our hops plant.

It’s bubbling away under my feet right now.

Yesterday, Crockett went to the CU homecoming game and I stayed home to work. I took two quick breaks – one to make chocolate chip cookies and one to make cauliflower gratin.

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For breakfast today: plain yogurt with cherries and a crumbled cookie.

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For lunch today: cauliflower gratin (made with orange cauliflower, not purple and orange like Deb’s).

The cookies are mediocre, due to some changes I made to the recipe because of last minute ‘holy shit I haven’t gone to the store lately’ shortages, but the gratin? People, it’s like macaroni and cheese if the macaroni were replaced with delicious firm cauliflower instead.

Anyway. I’ll be better about posting this week, promise.

How was everyone else’s week?

quick, how many things (that make sense) could OLI stand for?

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

Do you ever wake up on Saturday just ready to go-go-go?

(If you said yes, I’ve slightly misjudged my audience, but that’s awesome for you!)

tomato muffin

I rolled out of bed verrry gradually, and ended up making an english muffin with cream cheese for breakfast at around ten. One side was savory (cream cheese and tomato slices with a sprinkling of salt)…

coconut cream cheese english muffin

and the other side was sweet, with (apparently barely) toasted coconut and the same cream cheese.

I wanted it to be light, because I went to the gym afterwards, and my mom has been telling me I’m not working out hard enough. She’s a certified personal trainer, although she doesn’t actually train anyone, and she said that my weights are too light. I went in yesterday with the intention of actually trying – shocking, I know.

I succeeded.

I mostly do machines, because the downstairs (where the free weights are) is full of sweaty high school boys. I’m not sure that’s the best call, because not all of the machines get small enough for me, but I’ll worry about that some other time. I increased my weights at least one level on every machine, and two on most.

grape nuts and watermelon

When I got home I was starving. This is the problem with working out really hard – you can’t wait to eat afterwards. Crockett used to go to the gym right before lunch and then head down the street to Chipotle afterwards. I ate the thing with the least preparation that I could think of: cereal. Specifically, Grape Nuts. (There are a lot of Grape Nuts in that bowl, they’re just so full of awesomeness that they don’t float.)

I also threw together some pizza dough to be used for dinner, and then I sat down to tackle some statistical methods homework.

At 7:30 I was 90% done with the homework (it’s a two-week assignment, so it’s not totally crazy that it takes so long), and making pizza seemed hard and I really wanted beer. Specifically Stella Artois. We had no beer and definitely no Stella.

Stella at OLI

You know who has Stella?

OLI.

green chili at OLI

They also have green chili and big, soft, delicious flour tortillas. (If this looks familiar, it’s because this is what I ALWAYS order at the OLI.)

southwest chicken salad

Crockett’s go-to is the southwestern chicken salad, although he occasionally branches out into the reuben.

eating chili

I tried to smile, but Crockett took too long and I had to take a bite.

(It was 80 in Louisville yesterday – I’m just wearing two long sleeve shirts because I’m always cold.)

the end of dinner

I really wish professional eater was a job. I enjoy it so much more than I do doing homework.

OLI

The OLI was not hopping, at 8 on a Saturday night. I would say I’m worried for them, but they’ve been around since …

OLI placemat

1906, so they must be doing something right.

Dinner out two nights in a row.

And we’re not even celebrating anything.

Best weekend ever.

 

 

 

I have a new boyfriend. His name is MarsEdit.

Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

Please consider this both a post and an experiment, k? I finally finally finally joined the ranks of people who like the internet who also know that a web interface isn’t the always best thing ever. (What. WordPress, I love you, but come on. You know you’re a pain in the ass sometimes.)

watermelon

Sugar continued to be my friend through Saturday night. I took advantage of that fact to eat an entire half watermelon. By myself. In mah bellah. Immediately preceding a run. Sloshsloshslosh.

What. I never claimed I was a genius.

vegetarian corn dogs

What does a hungry and sugar loving girl eat when ketchup and fake meat is back on the ok list?

FAKE CORN DOGS, of course.

I’m disappointed that you guys even had to ask.

potato soup

To finish the meal trifecta, I made loaded baked potato soup. (Except with light sour cream and bacon as a garnish only. Just because I was indulging doesn’t mean I had to be awesome about it.)

Crockett beer book

Oh yeah – Crockett is going to start making beer in … our garage? Our basement? Who can say. Perhaps he’s just going to read the book.

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I have no idea what happened to yesterday.

Oh, wait – yes I do.

Linear Vector Spaces happened to yesterday. There are no pictures. You’re welcome.

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Today I made the unfortunate choice of having tuna salad for breakfast. Unfortunate why? Because my breath smelled like tuna all day?

Oh, if only it were that simple.

I sneezed while eating it while driving, and now my car smells like tuna.

Yeah.

cobb salad

And then? I ate a terrible cobb salad for lunch. The egg didn’t taste like egg. The bacon didn’t taste like bacon. There was roughly a gallon of ranch dressing. Obviously this will teach me not to forget my breakfast and then eat my breakfast as lunch. It leads to a fishy smelling car and a crappy lunch.

fish bowl

We made up for all the unfortunateness with  dinner, though. Crockett grilled some flounder that I got on screaming sale (he marinated it too – in pure deliciousness) and I gently spiced (thyme, cayenne, cumin, onion) and heated up some canned black beans.

So simple. So frugal. So tasty.

I don’t know why we eat out so often.

Oh wait, yeah I do.

 

white whale

Saturday, September 17th, 2011

 

Yesterday I got a (the last!) spot in my favorite parking lot.

It was obviously a sign.

I had a little snack while I walked to my car, so that I’d have enough energy to go to…

Since I had such good luck on campus, I thought maybe I’d try my luck after school at Target. Perhaps they would be restocking the Missoni zigzag sweater coat for the Saturday shoppers!

What. It could happen.

Sadly, the Missoni coats were still MIA. I did get the groceries and stuff that I like to get at Target though – cream cheese (always cheaper there), cotton swabs, stuff like that. Not produce. Never produce. (Why do I feel that Target is less reliable for produce than, say, Albertsons? No idea.)

Also, yes, everything in that picture that isn’t in a Target bag was in my car prior to my shopping trip. It’s all school papers and clothes (eventually) headed for Goodwill.

When I got home I stirred some rice and soy sauce up with an egg in a fry pan. I wanted a little lunch because last night was…

Oktoberfest!

Yeah, I know yesterday was September 16th. Since I’m not entirely sure what the history of Oktoberfest is, I’m not sure that’s wrong, but doesn’t it seem like Oktoberfest should be in October? Silly Louisville.

We ended up heading over there later than I’d expected, so I had a nectarine that had been in the fridge so long it was all wrinkly. It was so amazingly sweet – it literally tasted like I’d dipped each bite in honey.

Maida wanted some too.

Unfortunately, I forgot my camera. I did, however, remember both my phone and the always crucial ID. Dale’s Little Yella Pils for me thank you very much.

The band that was playing when we got there was (were?) The Beloved Invaders.

They’re surf rock.

I sort of feel like Louisville was phoning in the whole Oktoberfest thing.

The food choices were pretty limited.

Along with bratwurst and pizza by the slice, there was this guy – frying up Oreos and funnel cakes like there was no tomorrow.

Since we didn’t feel like sausages, we headed to The Empire for dinner after we’d had our Oktoberfill.

(See what I did there?)

Crockett had a BLAT.

I ate half.

I had a calamari salad.

Crockett ate half.

I guess, if you have someone to share dinner with, the white whale (or Missoni sweater) isn’t that important after all.

 

 

 

 

 

heeerrre’s lil bro!

Friday, August 5th, 2011

My little brother is in town.

I didn’t make him sit on the floor – he did that all on his own.

I mean, I could have. I am the big sister. But I didn’t.

He’s staying with my mom, and I took a couple of hours off from schoolwork yesterday to hang out with them and my dad.

My little brother is a vegan and he wanted more to eat than french fries and dressingless salad, so we went to Chipotle. Did you know that they’re vegan friendly? Yeah, me neither. Good on ya, Chipotle.

Then, so that he’d have food to eat at my mom’s house (her fridge, like mine, is mostly full of yogurt and cottage cheese), we stopped by Whole Foods.

We did not buy this. We mostly pointed and laughed. It has prickly pear extract, which is all of sudden supposed to be good for hangovers, which led us to believe that ‘urban’ is code for ‘you drink too much’.

We also made a run to the liquor store.

Shockingly, we did not buy Stinky Gringo margaritas.

I mean, seriously?

After I worked for a few more hours, the whole clan came over to lounge in my backyard. Cloey and Maida were thrilled – apparently I’m just not exciting enough for them anymore.

We had all kinds of tasty beverages. I made Dad try Racer 5 IPA, because yum.

I made myself a peach margarita – 1.5 ounces silver tequila, 4 ounces Freshies margarita mix (fresh juices and real sugar – it’s the best alternative to mixing your own), and half a frozen peach, blended up tasty like and topped with sparkling water. My theory here was that by adding fruit and extra water, I was making it healthier, and could therefore drink more.

Today that seems like a less reasonable conclusion.

I made the brother a non-blended, non-peach, non-sparkling version.

Doesn’t he look like he thinks it’s poison?

We threw some salmon burgers (pre-made from Costco) and some frozen vegan burgers on the grill, and had ourselves a nice little dinner. My mom took a picture of me being a mayonaise unicorn. These are the kind of shenanigans you’re missing out if you’re not friends with me on facebook.

Isn’t family just the best?

P.S. Dear Crockett – we missed you!

it’s not so bad

Sunday, February 27th, 2011

By it, I mean the student life.

Sure, I don’t have any money and I can never literally say I don’t have anything to do.

But some Friday mornings, I get to lounge around with Laura and her little girl, eating breakfast and discussing the state of discontent in America.

I made this casserole with Laura in mind. She loves things sweet, and sweet it absolutely was. In the below recipe I’ve reduced the sugar, because it was REALLY sweet. If you like a lot of sugar at breakfast, feel free to increase the sugar to 1 cup.

Apple Cheddar Breakfast Bread Pudding
Adapted from  a recipe developed by Breakfast on the Connecticut B&B

4 eggs
cups milk
1/2 cup sugar
3 tablespoons butter, melted
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1 teaspoon kosher salt
7 slices firm white bread (cut into cubes)
2 medium apples, preferably a crisp variety (peeled, cored, cubed)
2/3 cup grated cheddar cheese (about 3 oz)
2 tablespoons raw sugar

If cooking immediately, preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Butter an 8 inch square pan. In large bowl whisk the eggs, and add the milk, sugar, butter, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt. Whisk until sugar is at least mostly dissolved. Add the bread, apples and cheese – toss until the liquid has been mostly absorbed. Pour the mixture into the prepared dish. Cover and refrigerate overnight or bake immediately.  Bake 3o-35 minutes if room temperature and 35-45 minutes if refrigerated, until golden and set all the way through.

I also served sliced bananas tossed with chopped Trader Joe’s Sesame Seed Honey Cashews (still kicking around from our Santa Fe trip, sadly a TJ’s has not popped up overnight in Louisville), and frozen grapes.

I’m kind of obsessed with frozen grapes.

Laura’s 16 month old liked them too. She’s a girl with excellent taste.

See?

A very spirited discussion.

She brought me flowers as a housewarming gift. Isn’t that lovely?  She even brought buds so I’d have flowers for longer.

Because I’m the luckiest girl evah, Laura was not my only girl date on Friday.

What? This and homework is what I do while Crockett is out of town.

My beautiful girlfriend Yvonne and I enjoyed ourselves thoroughly at the Waterloo happy hour.

Sweet potato fries and gorgonzola dip.

What, you don’t see any gorgonzola dip?

Oh, right, that’s because we ate an entire dish full.

And beer.

I did mention there was beer, right?

big plans

Saturday, January 29th, 2011

Some days I wake up and I am completely and totally motivated to get a whole bunch of shit done, and then I do it. Some days I wake up in the exact same mood and am totally derailed.

Guess which kind of day this was?

I got up. I went to the eye doctor. I spent all this money because my insurance blows.

Then, boom, it was 3 pm and I was eating lunch and I’d accomplished NOTHING except spending the money and talking the optometrist out of dialating my eyes.

I did have a delicious salmon burger for lunch though.

Recipe: Go to Costco. Buy the frozen salmon burgers. Come home. Take your little Foreman grill outside in an effort to avoid making the house smell like salmon and grill the burger. Toast some bread, spread on some green chili mustard you bought in Santa Fe, and pop the burger on top.

Then, right when I was about to get into the nitty gritty of GETTINGSTUFFDONE, Crocket DRAGGED me to a pub.

Sometimes it’s like he doesn’t love me at all.

I let him buy me a Guinness to make up for it.

We were with a couple of friends, and we were all feeling peckish, so Crockett ordered the whole left side of the appetizer menu.

I’m not kidding. That’s what he did, he went up to the bar and ordered the left side of the appetizer menu.

We had green chili (Irish relevance: the green), pasties with cabbage and beef, and Irish nachos. Irish nachos are nachos with potatoes instead of chips. Apparently.

I wasn’t as impressed with the food as you might expect, what with it being so authentically Irish and all.

I had another Guinness to console myself.

Then we went and played video games with Crockett’s brother and sister in law.

And by ‘played video games’ I mean they played and I dorked around on my phone. Video games and I don’t really get along.

dear internets

Sunday, January 23rd, 2011

There’s nothing like watching your man put the dishes away while he makes coffee and you do your seriously Sunday morning lounging.

After he cleared out, I made smoothies.

Since I was making two and my little smoothie blender has been working awfully hard just to make one lately, I used the food processor.

Ingredients: three handfuls of baby spinach, half cup of lowfat cottage cheese, half a fresh banana, half a frozen banana, milk, and frozen blueberries. Ingredients I forgot: raw oatmeal.

The food processor made the smoothie fluffy.

It was weird.

Properly fortified, we finally got around to taking down the Christmas tree. This is an ornament I made for him in 2009 (I know, you totally couldn’t tell), our first Christmas as a couple.

I know, I’m adorable.

This is my favorite of his ornaments. Even though the shininess of the adjoining ornaments made it impossible to focus on it. It came with him to Colorado from his parents house.

Instead of a star, we had a monkey abducting a nutcracker.

We’re subversive like that.

Also represented, a punching nun.

I have no explanation for this.

The tree looks so much less festive without the decorations.

Also, since it’s late January, so much more seasonally appropriate.

I think we should leave gold garland up year round.

This sap looked like diamonds to my eyes, but not to my camera.

I have photo-learning to do.

We stripped the tree, prior to taking it out the door.

At this point, we seriously considered just leaving it.

Because we’re subversive like that.

I went to my old house to pack up my bathroom (finally – also, why I have so many damn bottles of shampoo I have no idea), and came home to fortify myself with chicken stew and beer.

The stew doesn’t deserve a full recipe. It’s basically chicken thighs, kidney beans, pinto beans, crushed tomatoes, chili powder, salt, and cornmeal. Today I added more salt and a little crushed red pepper, and it’s much better, but it still needs help.

Crockett made some gaucamole for me and his brother, who is here. Crockett makes the world’s best guacamole. I may have previously mentioned that.

Then I shared my beer with a nun. This particular nun really enjoys her Newcastle – a woman after my own heart.

Sunday, man.

sparkle vamp

Saturday, January 22nd, 2011

Why yes, my day did end with Edward.

Ok, in truth, I’m a Jacob/closet-Charlie fan, but Edward was the one who was there, so Edward was the one who got into the pic with me.

It started much less sparkly, with monochromatic coffee and oatmeal. The oatmeal is that color because of pumpkin butter, not because of any magical oatmeal weirdness.

What followed was a lot of moving, which I did not photograph because I was being a cranky bitch… then lunch.

Crockett and I paid off the movers (hiring movers is something grownups do. I decided that when I was considering moving my furniture myself.) and went to lunch with one of his coworkers at The Cactus Wheel here in town.

We were starving, so we started with fried plantains.

Hullo babies.

Included was fried yucca. I’ve never had fried yucca before. To my knowledge, I’ve never had yucca before. It was thick and sweet and like a cross between a potato and a marshmallow.

Also included? Dos Equis.

With lime.

They specialize in two things. Tequila…

And hot sauce. The hot sauce wall is nifty because it’s open to client contribution – if you buy a bottle of hot sauce and bring it to them unopened with the receipt they reimburse you and put it on the shelves. Every bottle is then available for any customer to use.

There’s lots of fancy on this wall. Sadly, I’ve not taken a lot of advantage of the fancy. I always admire from afar, but have yet to participate.

They also have tequila specials, for those of us who are temporarily off beer due to heartburn issues (cough-Crockett-cough). This month’s silver special, 901, is apparently Justin Timberlake’s tequila.

I don’t know why Justin Timberlake has his own tequila either, y’all, so don’t ask.

They have some nifty decor too.

Then it was back to unpacking. Yes, there is still a Christmas tree in Crockett’s living room. Yes, I am going to refer to it as Crockett’s living room as long as there is a tree in it.

There are new tables and new plants, but it’s basically the same house. Puppies, check. Couch, check.

Oh, are we back to this again? Despite the move today, I had a very important Eclipse party to attend tonight – so attend I did. There was popcorn and there were cookies and there were these chocolate and cocoa coated dried strawberries that dear god…. but we were working with candlelight, so y’all don’t get to see anything but me and Edward.

I still prefer Jacob. (Ok fine, I prefer Charlie. But it’s not because I’m old, it’s because Charlie is the best. Even if he is the obligatory dad in the story.)

Do you have a Twilight team?