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Perfect Fingerling Potatoes

Sometimes some of the best dishes are just plain and simple. That’s the case with this recipe for roasted fingerling potatoes. No need for a lot of fuss, just a little seasoning and the delicious natural taste of tiny fingerlings.

Start with one pound of fresh fingerling potatoes. I got these at the local Marietta Farmers Market. They were just too cute not to pick up a little bundle.

Wash the potatoes while bringing a pot of water to boil. Place the potatoes in the boiling water and boil for 10 minutes. Remove from heat and drain. Immediately submerge the potatoes in an icy water bath.
While the potatoes are getting their chill on, whisk together olive oil, coarse sea salt and black pepper in a bowl.
Toss the potatoes in the olive oil mixture to coat. Then place the potatoes in a shallow baking dish and roast at 450-degrees for 15 minutes, or until fork tender.
The process of boiling/chilling/roasting yields a perfectly crisp potato skin with the creamiest of centers. They just burst in your mouth. Delish! 
And if you really want a killer meal…get your Mister to grill up a juicy steak and fresh crooked neck squash for “garnish”. Mmm, mmm good.

Perfect Fingerling Potatoes
1 lb fingerling potatoes
1/4 c. Olive oil
1 tbsp. Coarse Salt
1 tbsp. Black Pepper
Wash potatoes. Boil potatoes in water for 10 minutes. Drain. Submerge potatoes in icy water bath. Meanwhile, whisk together 1/4 cup olive oil, tablespoon salt and tablespoon pepper. (Feel free to use more or less to taste.) Toss potatoes in olive oil mixture to coat. Place in shallow baking dish and roast at 450-degrees for 15 minutes or until fork tender.
Voila!

Posted 9/14/10, Topic: Blog

Snips, Snails and Puppy Dog Tails

359.
That’s how many days it has been since my last haircut. No, I don’t have a freakish fear of the salon or an unhealthy emphatuation with my hair. For the last 359 days I have washed, dryed, brushed, curled, straightened, pinned, tucked, twisted and lovingly put up with my long hair. You see, I had a purpose for these long locks. When the time was right, I would whack off my ponytail, seal it in an envelope, and ship it off to become a wig for somebody in need.
I am not a particular fan of long hair, especially when it gets super long. How long is super long?
1. When your ponytail is so heavy it gives you a headache.
2. When you try to turn your head while changing lanes in traffic and your head is jolted because your hair has gotten caught in your armpit. Again.
3. When it interferes with the fastening of your undergarments.
4. When it drags across your plate at a swanky restaurant and picks up a hitchhiking risotto.
5. When you awake in the night because you think someone pulled your hair…only to find out it was you.
So, I think you get the picture. Lots of maintenance and a good bit of grief, but all for a great cause.
Snips
I recently got a coupon for a cut and style at a cute little salon in an uber granola community just South of Atlanta. 75% off a hair cut, that’s a good thing… right? Just a little trim, rid the locks of their dead ends and perhaps add a few small layers. Harmless, uh-huh?
Well, if you are a woman, you can probably sense the rising lump in my throat. Having a bad hair experience is some kind of rite of passage. Your Mom might have butchered your bangs in the first grade, you could have had your hair almost fried off with a perm (thank you early 90′s), or your could grow your hair for almost a year and have some scissor-happy wench hack away about seven months of growth!
Snails
It wasn’t that the hair cut was bad, she just didn’t listen. Not to mention, I told her I wanted something with volume and she sent me home with one of those I’m-too-cool-to-have-any-poof looks. Geez. I tried to stay positive, but once I got home replayed the whole story to Mr. Blue Eyed Yonder, the tears started to roll. I was just so mad to have spent all that time growing it out only to have it snipped off.
In an attempt to share in my frustration, Mr. BEY said, “Yeah, I mean it looks like you got your hair cut at Great Clips.” Oh poor little man, don’t you know to just nod your head and lend me your ear when I am having a hair moment? As you can imagine, that just made things worse. Seeing that I was even more upset and being frustrated with his inability to ‘make it all better’ he tried to recover by saying, “It’s not that it looks like Great Clips, it just looks like you just woke up and haven’t washed your hair.” Ha! That was an attempt to make things better! I was madder than an old wet hen.
Puppy Dog Tails

Poor guy, I know he was just trying to agree with me and make me feel better. You have to kind of feel sorry for them, women are uberly complex and complicated creatures. I am a woman, and I don’t even understand myself half of the time. It’s funny, I do want his honest opinion, but when he gives it to me I then decide that I didn’t want it in the first place. Ha! He deserves a bit of a reprieve for those comments. I am pretty sure he was acting in a moment of desperation. Who would want to see their wife cry over a hair cut. I am pretty sure Shakespeare himself could not have crafted words to make me feel better in that moment. It was just something I had to work through on my own.

I’m over the crying. Don’t get me wrong, I am still mad about all the hair she whacked off, but it will grow back. And don’t worry, me and Mr. Blue Eyed Yonder made up over a double waffle at the Waffle House. Nothing like syrup and butter to smooth things over.

So tell me, do you have any hair disasters or funny “men” stories? I know you’ve got ‘em, let me hear ‘em sisters!

Posted 9/10/10, Topic: Blog

Lune de Miel

In just over a month, the newlyweds will celebrate their one year anniversary. Such a simple and sweet anniversary year…one. Our very first. 
We both love to travel and decided long before we were married that we didn’t need extravagant 5 star hotels or snooty restaurants, all we needed in this journey was each other. The fun in experiencing new places was experiencing it with each other and sharing in the newness and adventure of it. When you look at life that way, you can have just as much fun strolling your local farmers market as the Great Pyramids of Egypt. 
That makes planning a trip easy. You could spin the globe…pick a spot…and we’d be ready to go. So for our first year, our one, we thumbed through a dozen books, browsed a thousand sites, and finally booked    our honeyversary!
Pack your bags and bring your best scarf…we’re going to France kiddos! 
A couple of days in the City of Lights and the rest of the trip exploring beautiful Provence. So much to see and do, our heads are bursting with ideas.
…a trip down the river Seine under the twinkling night lights of the city.
…a warm, crusty baguette enjoyed in a corner cafe overlooking the bustling street.
…an early morning visit to a vibrant open-air market for fresh bread and cheeses for an afternoon picnic.
…a step below the streets for a look at the eerie Parisian catacombs.
…a blanket on a hillside overlooking Van Gogh’s starry night.
…a walk to discover ancient Roman ruins and adorable hill-capping villages.

Oh…and what would France be without those funny mustaches! 

We are still busy ironing out the details of our Lune de Miel (That’s honeymoon in French, and yes, I realize it is our anniversary, but something about calling it a honeymoon is so much more fun.) If you have any tips or know of any must-see places please let us know. Au revoir!

Posted 9/8/10, Topic: Blog

Meet Lucy…

Meet Lucy, the newest member of Blue Eyed Yonder’s {little kitchen} family. So dainty and sweet with a little retro flair. Her gorgeous turquoise color was all the rage in the 1950′s and her snazzy little feet give her quite the personality.
I am happy to announce she’s the very first resident in my Etsy shop.

We had fun picking out Lucy’s color. Well, “fun” is kind of stretching it. Mr. Blue Eyed Yonder, my sister Katie and I stood in the Home Depot paint section for a whopping two hours. Even the paint boys were having a good laugh at us. We narrowed down the selection to about 12 colors and from there kept voting to see which color would get eliminated. So dramatic, I know.
Once we made it down to two colors, we would sent Mr. Blue Eyed Yonder across the aisle of the store to stand and hold the paint samples. “Show me color one, okay, now show me color two” and so on. We had to make sure we still liked our color from a distance of course.

I have to give credit to my sister Katie, two hours and dozens of paint color samples later, we decided on her original favorite pick. But before we had it mixed, I had the bright idea to try just one more color, similar to this turquoise but with a little bit more green. (I must have been around those paint fumes too long.) Hmmm, I kind of liked the new color. So, on a whim I ordered the paint boy to mix away with the new color…and then…literally mid-mix, I had a Home Depot meltdown. Why did I make such a rash decision right there at the end? I thought everyone had agreed with me on the color switch, but now it seemed they were all backing away from it. Ugh! 
So, I did what any deliriously color-crazed woman would have done… I bought both colors. Did I need two gallons of desperately similar turquoise paint? Why, of course not, but at that point, after spending an eon in Home Depot, I was not going home without the right color. (So, just for the record… Katie – you were right, your color was the best. There I said it, happy?)
Photo by: Katie Hollingsworth

Photo by: Chris Janos
Once we got Lucy all finished up, we took her for a little test run. It was fascinating to watch little Jae play. Her imagination took the reigns and she put Lucy to work.
Photo by: Katie Hollingsworth
Scrambling eggs and frying bacon, toasting bread in the oven and even rinsing strawberries in the sink.
Photo by: Chris Janos
Photo by: Katie Hollingsworth
With all that cooking, she even found time to stop and smell the flowers. Just precious.
Photo by: Chris Janos
A friend of mine once said, “I think buttons are your trademark.” Maybe she was on to something. I often feel a project is not “me” without a little button or two. In this case, 24 darling buttons line the ruffled curtain. Such a fun, whimsical way to polish off the piece.
Photo by: Chris Janos

If you are interested in learning more about our {little kitchens}, click here for more information or visit my Etsy site to say hi to Lucy.

We found many inspiring kitchens in blogland. Some made from repurposed night stands, others made from Ikea furniture and even a few made from scratch.  We loved the retro style oven door and repurposed faucet of this kitchen,  fell head over heels for the dainty legs and curved backsplash of Pottery Barn’s classic kitchen, and went goo goo for the curtain and hardware of this kitchen. Both having backgrounds in construction, we doodled and drafted our way to our little kitchen. A big thanks to all the wonderful kitchens and their makers for giving us lots of great inspiration.

Posted 9/6/10, Topic: Blog

The Best Gifts Are Handmade

If there is one thing more fun than giving a gift, it’s giving a handmade gift! I know in this day and age, it is much quicker to run up to Wally World, grab something off the shelf, speed through the check out and throw it in a gift bag. But I like to hope that there are others out there, like myself, that appreciate the time, effort and love put into handmade items.

To celebrate all things handmade and to welcome a new bundle into this world, I stitched up this nursing cover for my dear friend Shea. She welcomed baby #2 into the world yesterday.

I’ve seen several different nursing covers out there in babyland, however I decided they were all just a little too plain for my taste. I love ruffles, I love frills, I love buttons! So I set out to make Shea’s little Butterbean something unique: a nursing cover that fits the bill for all the practical purposes, yet with a good dousing of hand-crafted charm.

A delicate polka-dotted ruffle lines the hem of the cover, while a bright hand-stitched zinnia dances in the corner. Each petal was hand-cut and a load of little buttons brighten up the flower’s center. Perfect!


I can’t wait to meet Miss Butterbean. Ok, I guess I have to stop calling her that. She actually has a name now – Colleen. Hmmm… Colleen the Butterbean. I like the sound of that.

Best wishes to the happy family!

Posted 9/2/10, Topic: Blog

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