The New York Times is driving me bonkers again. Today I read an article titled “One is the Quirkiest Number: The Freedom, and Perils, of Living Alone.” Here’s a summary:
People who live alone have no social checks and balances, so they become eccentric and have to be re-socialized before they’re fit to co-habitate. For example, one of them doesn’t close the bathroom door. Another forgot her skirt in her rush to get to work. A third sometimes leaves a bra on the kitchen table. Even more sing Journey songs in the shower, or stay up late, or snack. One of them cooked a sweet potato for dinner once–in some tin foil.
What the hell, New York Times. There are several things wrong with this.
1. “One” Is Not The “Quirkiest Number”
Three is the quirkiest number in a living arrangement, y’all. All the numbers above three are problematic, too. A better article would go something like this:
Living by yourself = fine.
Living with your significant other = fine.
Living with your significant other and the guy who is re-tiling your bathroom = so awkward, right?
2. Only You Can Prevent Bathroom Fires By Leaving The Door Open
Is it so terrible to leave doors open when nobody else is there?
No, friends, it’s not. In fact, 11.2% of all candle fires start in the bathroom. People who leave the door open are cutting down on the need for bathroom candles and saving lives.
3. That’s How You’re Supposed To Cook Sweet Potatoes
As for the singleton who (gasp) cooked herself a sweet potato for dinner: Guess how Martha Stewart says you should cook a sweet potato? Guess how the New York Times itself says you should cook a sweet potato?
In tin foil, folks. Tin foil.
4. I’m Pretty Sure Scott’s Motto Is “The More Bras On The Kitchen Table, The Better.”
We haven’t explicitly discussed this, but I doubt Scott would complain if I reverted to leaving lingerie on the kitchen table. Right now the table is covered in bills, dry cleaning tickets, and a slow cooker. Lace is bound to help, not hurt, that situation.
5. Even Journey Sings Journey In The Shower
I’m pretty sure 90% of the English-speaking world sings Journey in the shower at some point. There’s nothing interesting about that except that research suggests we should all switch to “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen. (Seriously. Researchers tested songs for reverberation, pitch, volume and tone when sung in a cubicle, and Bohemian Rhapsody won.)
I’ve lived by myself a lot. I think it’s made me kind of awesome. And the quirky things about me didn’t go away when I moved in with Scott, who is wearing a fedora and drizzling strawberry icing on his evening french toast right now, officially proving my point.
I, on the other hand, will be eating left-overs because they’re to die for. First up: chicken and dumplings.
The recipe is from the February, 2012 volume of Bon Appetit. We were floored at how good it was: I wasn’t in the mood for a heavy dish, and I was surprised at how savory and satisfying–but light–the dumplings and the gravy were. It’s because these dumplings are ricotta gnocchi. They were airy and melt-in-your-mouth delicious.
Preparing the gnocchi was fun, but not as much fun as the steamy gnocchi scene with Andy Garcia in the Godfather III, which is only available on youtube in Russian. It doesn’t matter. It’s still hot.
I didn’t change a thing, so you can just hop on over here to Bon Appetit for the recipe. My only notes are these: (1) it took a long time for the gravy to thicken after I put the roux in it, so I’d turn the heat up a little; (2) next time I’ll drop in some peas; and (3) I’ll try to snag the gnocchi with a slotted spoon from the boiling water and quickly move them to a colander that way. They got crushed in the colander when I poured them out of the pot of water, and some lost their shape.
We also had an amazing strawberry cake this week.
You can head on over to her site to print it.
My only notes are these: (1) I didn’t have a vanilla bean so I substituted 1 tsp. vanilla (along with the almond extract); and (2) we didn’t feel we needed to ice the sides, so we had a lot of left-over icing. I’ll halve the icing next time. If you do ice the sides, you may need to chill the frosting a little because to get the lumps out, I had to beat it on high until it was pretty drippy. It was divine, though. We served it with strawberries and extra icing on the side.
If you feel like chocolate instead, try movita beaucoup’s hot mess chocolate cake. Have you seen that thing? Wowza.
One of my favorite things about the weekend is that Thunder sleeps in.
When she finally waddles into the living room, she needs to be petted before she’s able to function.