Its Foodstuff Friday!

Because we all deserve a little indulgence at the end of the week.

Happy Good Friday, Easter and Passover, all! In honor of the end of lent- or more specifically, in celebration of me being allowed to eat candy again- we are making a jelly bean inspired Easter cocktail called the Flower Power Martini.




2 ounces orange jelly bean vodka
1 ounce fresh squeezed blood orange juice
3/4 ounce St. Germain elderflower liqueur
Slice of blood orange or a few jelly beans on a skewer for garnish


Now, I love the site One Martini at a Time because they get creative with their cocktail ingredients. Although it does require some planning ahead, it’s easy and worth it. To make jelly bean infused vodka, simply sort out specific flavored jelly beans into mason jars, add vodka, cover, and keep in fridge for 2 or 3 days. (

You can obviously just substitute regular citrus flavored vodka if you’d prefer, but I highly recommend making your own if you have the time.

Once you’ve made your vodka selection, combine ingredients in shaker and add ice. Shake shake shake. Et voila. Serve in chilled martini glass with skewered jelly bean garnish.

Happy Easter/ Passover!

yarmulke   dog9

Whenever I try to look intimidating, nobody is ever intimidated.

I played soccer from the age of 5 through junior year of high school, and I can honestly say that not once was anyone shaking in their boots when I ran onto the field.

Other girls were very intimidating when they ran onto the field, especially in high school. I remember one girl in particular from a rival team. She had the best game face. I still see it my nightmares from time to time. Of course it didn’t hurt she was also the tallest on the field, built like a tank, could run like sonic the hedgehog, and was not afraid to get physical with anyone who crossed her. She once hip checked a friend of mine so hard she went flying into our own net. With the goalie. And the ball. Needless to say, this girl could evoke a collective gasp from every player on my team when she ran on the field.

Oh and this was JV. Don’t even get me started on the varsity players. Those girls were amazons.

So, the inability to strike fear in the souls of men has obviously been a struggle for me my entire life. The thing is, I assumed that once I’d outgrown adolescent sports, the caliber of my game face would become obsolete. But this is not entirely true. It turns out that the business world is more akin to a high school soccer game than I ever wanted to believe. Granted, it may not be in one’s best interest to growl like the aforementioned JV player anymore, but a good game face can be the difference between closing the deal…

…and living in a van down by the river.

Think about it. Most successful people know how to work the game face when they need to.

Example 1:

Example 2:

Example 3:


You get the idea. So, the moral of the story is, if you don’t have a good game face yet, get one. I’ll be working on mine in the ladies room mirror if you need me.




You know those days when it feels like everyone is plotting against you?


Of course I know that there’s not actually a plot against me, I do, I know that. But sometimes there are just so many coincidences that you have to at least wonder.

Yesterday was one of those days. Now, first you should know that I always get to Bar Method super early every morning because I like getting a very specific spot in the room. Its front row, closest spot to the door.

Now, there is a girl who always arrives super early too, and yesterday she got there before me and sat in my spot.


Fine. She was there first, she deserves it.

Get out of my chair.

I found another spot of course. It wasn’t a huge deal. However, the reason I like my spot by the door is because I need to make a quick exit at the end of class so I’m not late for work. At the end of class everyone has to put their mats and stretching straps back in their designated locations. If you’re toward the back of the room you tend to get held up in the line that develops, which is exactly where I found myself.

Anyways, I scrambled to get ready for work, and made up for the time I lost. However, as I was walking to work through the Common, there was a big landscaping truck driving down the main path. I first came upon it as I was walking down a perpendicular path, and we met at the intersection.

The driver waved at me to cross. Cool, thank you ma’am. But then she turned onto my path, started driving very closely behind me and every time I tried to wave her by to pass me, she would just wave back at me with a big smile.

troop bev hills

I suppose she couldn’t have gone around me because there was a lot of other foot traffic going in both directions on the path at that time, but I was doing that weird run/walk thing that you do when you feel like you’re in someone’s way, so I really just wanted her to go around me already to put me out of my awkward misery. You know the run/walk I’m referring to right- it’s a couple quick steps like a jog then a couple long strides like a fast walk.

Occasionally I’d think to myself, ‘this is ridiculous. She could pass if she wanted to’ so I’d slow down, but then I’d speed right back up again, because when a truck drives slowly behind you, you do the weird run/ walk thing. You just do. We kept this up for another quarter mile. At least.

Anyhoozle, once I arrived at work everything was fine for a few hours until I tried balancing my lunch, a couple bottles of water, some mail, a stapler and my phone as I walked out of the office kitchen- because heaven forbid I make two trips- and everything toppled over. Salad went everywhere. I guess that’s not the world plotting against me, that’s just my own poor decision making skills at play. But still. It stung.

I know, I’m complaining for no reason. These are not major issues.  And besides, she who gets shot in the back of the head with a squirt gun today, will come back tomorrow armed with an even bigger squirt gun.  Ancient proverb.


So, there is still quite a bit of  snow on the ground in Boston. One must often step over snow piles and slushy puddles in order to get where one is going. Usually, it’s not that big of a deal. However, the pizzazz that one woman used to get over a very minor pile of snow can’t go undocumented.

Over the weekend, my boyfriend Eric and I were walking back from brunch. We were crossing the street one way, while another perfectly normal looking couple in their mid twenties crossed perpendicular to us.


There was a tiny pile of snow on the curb. The guy walked over it without even having to adjust his gait, as did everybody ahead of him. Then the girl approached the very same small hurdle…

She very subtly paused like she was considering the best way to get past it. (This is what I imagine went through her brain in those few seconds: ‘Should I continue walking normally and simply step over it like everyone else? Nope, what other options do I have? Walk around it? Nah. I’m going over, and I’m going in style.’) At that moment, she wound up:


her hands flew into the air as she hurled herself skyward…


up, up, UP she reached as her head tilted backwards…


and as her legs went in opposite directions, she nearly kicked herself in the head with one of them…


and then she held that position as I swear she flew even HIGHER (but not nearly as graceful as the woman in the below photo might lead you to believe…)


Meanwhile, Eric and I both stood agape in the middle of the street as we watched this brief spectacle.

Unfortunately, she must have put all her momentum into the upward motion, and not enough into the forward motion because suddenly she dropped straight out of the sky like a bag of bricks.

Juuuust managing to narrowly miss the small pile of snow she was so enthusiastically trying to avoid.


Then with a flick of her hair she looked back at us with an expression that was all:  “nailed it”.

And then she started walking like a person who hadn’t just tried to cross the street like a wildebeest and casually caught up with her boyfriend.

Granted, it was the most absurd way to get over a pile of snow I’ve ever seen, but perhaps I shouldn’t be so quick to judge.  She obviously took a lesson out of the phoebe buffet handbook because she didn’t give two hoots what anybody thought of her. Perhaps if we all added a little extra energy and a lot more spunk to getting over our own personal hurdles – no matter how big or how small- the process of surmounting them would be a little more pleasant. Possibly even enjoyable.