Why does this not surprise me? My Women’s Studies professors from college will be so proud! Perhaps someone alerted the quiz scorers to the fact that I have “secret slob” tendencies surrounding closets, cupboards, and cubbyholes? Out of sight clutter doesn’t count in my book. I guess I should have also fibbed about cooking in my pajamas, enjoying a cocktail, and wearing red nail polish. You know the really important parts about having a successful relationship. What kind of a housewife are you? [Link via It's Alive!]

I went to my first Red Sox game last night with CK and his co-workers. No, not of the season. This was my first Fenway Park experience ever! Yes, I’ve lived here for three years now and I’d never been to a game. And boy did I live it up. I ate and drank everything in sight from Fenway Franks to French Fries to Cracker Jacks, but the best food moment of the night was having a Sausage and Peppers sandwich from the infamous Sausage Guy. I did a double take when I saw the man behind the cart though as he looked uncannily like my Uncle Eric. Unkie Eric did you get a new job? If so then thank you for the best sandwich ever!

The other highlight of the evening (other than slowly succumbing to hypothermia over the course of three hours in the freezing cold weather) was finding out that Mike Lowell’s walk-up music is Iron Man by Black Sabbath. That was pretty hot!

In the end we won dramatically thanks to my old Portland Sea Dogs buddy Kevin Youkilis and after walking all the way to Copley, to avoid the insane crowds at Kenmore, I arrived home by 11:00 PM and fell into bed utterly stuffed. So CK…when can we get tickets again?!

My grandmother has chickens and they live a fabulous Disney-esq life full of table scraps, grain, and white bread complete with a fancy chicken coop and a big grassy area to run around in. In general these chickens probably have a quality of life similar to your pet cat.

If you spend the night at my grandmother’s house you are woken up by the crowing of a large rooster. Sometimes the brave little chickens get out of their pen and run around the neighborhood. Now that’s what I call “free range.” Gram keeps in her neighbors good graces by making them incredible batches of peanut butter fudge and by also bestowing upon them dozens of amazing eggs that her pampered chickens lay.

When I go home to Maine I always request eggs to take back with me. They are fabulous beyond belief. Case in point: they are almost twice the size of normal extra-large organic eggs that you buy in the grocery store. The yolks are a bright orange color as opposed to the much paler yellow that you see above. In fact the yolks are so orange that everyone in my family has learned not to use them in white foods as we’ve all ended up with bright orange lasagna and funky colored cakes due to Gram’s delicious (but neon) eggs. In general I treat these eggs like culinary diamonds. They are reserved for weekend omelets and fluffy scrambles on lazy Sunday mornings. We’ll seriously get into a fight if you try to use one of these to make anything as mundane as a boxed corn muffin mix. I’m not kidding!

If you’re my age (shh…27) and you grew up watching Nickelodeon when it had something other than Sponge Bob Square Pants and Rugrats reruns then you probably remember a fab little show called Clarissa Explains it All. Melissa Joan Hart portrayed a precocious teenager with a funky fashion sense and a suitably bizarre family.  And don’t even try to convince me that you didn’t totally have a huge crush on her best friend Sam.  I loved it!

Well now Clarissa is all grown up, just like the rest of us, and according to Ecorazzi she’s teaming up with Lifetime Movie of the Week phenomenon Kellie Martin (aka Becca Thacher or Lucy Knight depending on if you’re a Life Goes On Fan or an ER junkie) to open a resturant.   What theme could these ladies possibly come up with?  I’m seriously dying to know.  I really just hope that there’s some Sabrina the Teenage Witch paraphenial on the walls, and maybe some framed photos of Kellie Martin as “Christy.”  Sort of like a nostaligc 90s teenage girl version of TGI Fridays.  Maybe they could provide diners with complimentary “Girl Talk” boardgames too?!  Sounds like my idea of good time.

Hänni will mercilessly ridicule me for this, but my guilty pleasure Mariah Carey let the Oprah show take a look inside her refrigerator and this video made me positively giddy. Apparently Mariah keeps her body “touchable” by eating copious amounts of sliced strawberries and veggie soup. She also bans employees from keeping fatty foods in her fridge. Butter is the mortal enemy of Mariah’s thighs too! Imagine that?! However, I get the distinct feeling that my girl Mariah has never even stepped foot in that kitchen before having this video shot. What do you think? I’m pretty sure her rice cakes are brought to her on a gilded tray with a side of Cristal — as it should be. Maybe I can adopt this philosophy in my house too? Mr. CK - please make a note!

I love throwing dinner parties! In fact, next weekend, I’m having a special “unveiling” party for the Limoncello we’ve been making. I have no idea what to make to complement all of that lemony goodness but I’ll figure it out. Thankfully my parties don’t involve the intensely brutal awkwardness that last night’s fabulous episode of The Office berated us with. It’s been so long since seeing a new episode that I think my body and mind forgot how completely uncomfortable it can be to watch. I squirmed and squeeled and covered my eyes in mortification throughout the entire 30 minutes. But I loved every last second of it! What did you guys think? I loved the last scene when Angela smashed her ice cream all over the side of Andy’s car, and of course the fact that Jan made Osso Buco which had to be braised for 3 hours! Ahhh! The torture! It was classic.