• 22Oct

    Do you know what a Critton is? No? Well, I’m going to tell you.

    A Critton, is a wonderful fun-loving person; who is full of life, enjoys culture, crafts and adventure; and they do everything backwards. For example, a Critton may retire half a decade early, buy a condo in a foreign (non-English speaking) country that they have only visited once. A Critton might sign a legal deed with their significant other without ever even contemplating marriage because they don’t need a piece of paper to say they are committed. Sam (a Critton) is secretly planning on knocking me up before he puts a rock on my finger (He jokes – but I think he is serious). There are a ton of other unorthodox things I could tell you about Critton’s, but it would be inappropriate to divulge this information on the internet.

    The bride and groom on their wedding day - Providence, RI

    The bride and groom on their wedding day - Providence, RI

    On Friday, September 25, 2009 the youngest of four Critton’s was married first in a very beautiful, yet unconventional ceremony. Only immediate family members and significant others were invited to this very exclusive ceremony – about fourteen people watched the couple exchange their vows in a panoramic room over looking downtown Providence, Rhode Island. Jenna, the bride, was a bit skeptical of changing her name to “Critton,” but I checked her Facebook status and her name reads, “Jenna Critton” – I think that means it’s official.

    A Critton

    A Critton

    The party reception was held at one of the couple’s favorite restaurants in Providence, which was adorned with blushing white roses (specially ordered by the groom). We ate tasty hors d’oeuvres like lobster bisque shots; cocunut shrimp with a spicy-sweet Thai sauce served in coconut shells; and we drank from our bottomless wine glasses.

    The party continued back at the hotel until the wee hours of the morning. After the newlyweds went to consummate the bed went to sleep; and after several cases of beer and wine the Critton crew went down to the young couples get-a-way car and decided to tie beer bottles to the tail pipe and write “Just Married” in tooth paste (courtesy of the front desk) across the rear windshield.

    The wedding clan minus the bride's bff, who was the photographer

    The wedding clan minus the bride's bff, who was the photographer

    The Critton’s didn’t have enough fun the night of the ceremony, so two weeks later they gathered again for another party and more fun, which they called “the reception.” The party reception also lasted late into the evening.

    FYI – it only takes a few Crittons to have a good time.

  • 18Oct

    Today, I have one word for you. Spa.

    Also, I think massages should be covered under health insurances. Don’t you? When I was a little kid I took horseback riding lessons every week, then one day my horse was having a bay day, and while riding my horse at a very fast pace he threw me off. I fell directly on my left shoulder. Luckily, I was OK, and I even got back on the horse. My mom took me to the doctor to get X-rays – I left with a sling and a lollipop. To this day my left shoulder makes funny noises every time I rotate it. I’m thinking I should probably get a free massage once a week to get all the kinks out, but I doubt this will happen.

    Last year for Christmas my boss gave me a gift certificate to Kimberly’s Spa. Knowing I was going to be receiving a free massage because I was given one the year before, I decided to get my little sister one so that we could go together. We also asked our mom to join us, and we had a fabulous girl’s day out.

    Photo courtesy of Kimberly's web page

    Photo courtesy of Kimberly's web page

    I opted for the hot stone massage and pedicure, while my mom and sister got a Swedish massage and pedicure. Although I probably could have driven down to the creek that I grew up on and grabbed a handful of smooth “river stones,” dropped them in boiling water; purchased a bottle of sweetly smelling oil; and made Sam rub me down for 90 minutes for free — it was nice to spend the day with my mom and little sister at a fancy spa.

    I’ve always gotten the Swedish massage because I love of deep kneading in my shoulders – it relieves so much tension. The picture on their web page of the hot stone massage is deceiving because the image shows several river stones placed down the spine of the woman’s back, and she only used two stones on me at a time. They were so warm and soothing and when she asked me to flip over my face was stuck to the pillow – must have dosed off a bit.

    Hot Stone Massage – A full 90 minutes, this massage combines tension-releasing techniques with smooth river stone therapy. The stones are gently warmed and serve as an extension of your therapist’s hands, as the weight and heat relaxing muscle tissues to allow for true, deep restoration. $135

    Fall 001 After a 90 minute massage and an hour of getting our feet pampered, we were feeling greasy from the rubbing oil and extremely sleepy from a relaxing afternoon, but we were also very hungry — so we confiscated our pedicure flip-flops and headed to one of my favorite restaurants, Creo, for dinner. (Megan wore her Ugg boots to the spa and after her toes were painted she didn’t want to smudge her feet, so she wore her flip-flops into the restaurant. How cool is she?)

    We shared clams cooked in Newcastle beer and other good stuff, and I ordered the duck and mushroom risotto special. Now I’m ready for a nap.

  • 18Oct

    If you don’t already know – I hate squirrels with a passion. I cannot comprehend how such a cute and furry creature can be so destructive and just plain mean. (Survival – whatever, I get it)

    Fall 003 Last weekend Sam and I went to his little brother’s wedding (I still need to post about this read about it here), and we were given the largest mum for “most improved couple” (still not sure what that means) and a cute little pumpkin as wedding favors.

    We live in downtown Albany, so we don’t have a lawn where you can throw hay barrels and corn stocks all around to make it look festive (this is what they do where I’m from anyway). We do have a front stoop – and we usually set out a pumpkin or two to decorate for the season. Our stoop looked very festive for about five days. Then the squirrels came and decided to help me carve my pumpkin.

    There is a house a block down the street who also had some squirrels over for pumpkin carving.

  • 12Oct

    There have been a lot of smells emanating from our apartment today because Sam and I have been baking and cooking all afternoon. Obviously, I’m going to start with the dessert course first.

    Dinner 001 Remember that apple pie I said I was going to make? Well, we made one this afternoon, but the apples aren’t from the secret apple tree that is around the corner. We made a pie and two quarts of applesauce from the four pounds of apples that we handpicked last weekend. Did you know apple pie is easy to make? Although next time I vote to ditch the pie and dip the raw apples in the sauce that goes into the pie — warm butter, white sugar, brown sugar, flour, water, and cinamon. Did I mention the homemade whipped cream? Ok, I guess we can keep the pie (and make extra sauce for dipping purposes).

    Sam and I enjoyed the roasted marrow bones we ate at New World Bar and Bistro so much that we decided to make some more. We smeared our homemade applesauce on rye toast and sprinkled the delicious spread with sea salt. Dinner 003

    Then we made cream spinach and boiled two 2 ½ pound lobsters (we ate them before I could snap a picture). If I had to chose a last meal — this would be it. Yum. Now Sam is making some lobster bisque from the lobster shells.

    Exucse me while I go unbutton the top button of my jeans — they’re a bit snug.

  • 08Oct

    Sam and I were both raised in the country, and every now and then we love getting away from the city and reconnecting with our childhood roots. As much as I love to stumble the few blocks home from Lark Street; walk to the grocery store; and jump in the car to drive ten minutes to the mall, I absolutely love visiting my hometown, which is away from everything.

    Last weekend on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, Sam and I headed down to the fabulous Columbia County for some country fun – apple picking – complete with a tour of Golden Harvest’s apple vodka distillery, which makes Core Vodka. At 1pm in the afternoon, we were getting buzzed off of apple vodka shots, apple brandy shots, and pear brandy shots.

    Apple Picking (8) One would think that turning apples into vodka and brandy would be a big production, but everything is prepared in a small warehouse processed by a machine that looks like it came from Willy Wonka’s factory. They’re a small batch distillery with only 100 gallons brewing at a time, and I also learned that it takes 75 lbs. of apples to go into one bottle. More fun facts here.

    Those Harvest Spirit people really like to experiment. The warehouse sort of looks like an oversized chemistry lab with test tubes and vials filled with vodka and brandy at different levels of the distilling process. A few vodka bottles were strapped to a tree all spring and summer and the apples grew inside the bottle, then they added the vodka. Sorry they’re not for sale – it was just for fun (but they did mention if you offer a good price they might let you have one). Apple Picking (1)

    After the tour we drove over to Samascott Orchards (which is owned by my awesome friend’s family—Hi Jody!) to pick some apples. As you pull up to the farm you’re given bags and a little map that shows you where you can find the different variety of apples and other produce. It’s always exciting when you run into like ten people you know from high school while searching for the perfect apple. Apple Picking (10)

    If you’re going to go apple picking, I recommend picking up the ingredients needed to make apple pie or apple sauce. Right now I have 4 lbs of apples (which only cost $2) sitting on my kitchen counter. We also bought one gallon of apple cider and half a dozen cider donuts. Did I mention we also tasted each variety that we picked? I’m not sure how we’re going to eat all these apples.

    P.S. Sam and I ate at New World Bar and Bistro this week, and the restaurant was featuring a special caramel appletini made with Core Vodka and a caramel liqueur. I suggest you go there and try one – sweet on the taste buds and warm on the way down.

  • 05Oct

    Dad's Truck 014Remember this post – my family is a lover of old things, especially my dad. From vintage knick knacks, posters, antique furniture to classic cars. For as long as I can remember, my dad has wanted a vintage truck, and for the past ten years he has hunted for an old red Chevy. Ladies, ya know when you’re checking out the sales on Victoria Secret or JCrew – my dad (and Sam) are always googling at cars on ebay. (I just don’t get it.) Anyway, my dad has come close to buying several, but there was always a minor detail that meant the car wasn’t for him.

    My father is a funny guy – one day he is whining he will never get his truck, the next day there is a bright shinny truck sitting in the drive way. I’m very excited for my dad, and I’m sure you would be too if you saw his childlike-giddy face when he is behind the wheel of his new prize.

    Dad's Truck 011 Personally, I’m not a fan of American cars at least not the ones driving out of today’s factories (no offense, but I just wouldn’t be caught dead driving one). However, my dad’s old truck has been well kept – restored to its original glory – no added extras to make it faster or louder or perform well. The truck is straight off the factory from 1966 with only 83K original miles — it purrs like a kitten, maybe a big kitten, but nonetheless it’s marvelous. The truck came with it’s original owner’s manual and a black and white picture from it’s hay day.
    Dad's Truck 012

    Trucks back in the day were primal — no power steering or brakes — no seat belts — and only three gears. I don’t know about your car, but my MINI has buttons galore. It’s been two years, and I still can’t figure out how the damn windshield wipers operate. In an old Chevy its simple — if you need to switch your high beams on, there is a little button on the floor you can hit with your left foot. There is a vent on the floor that you can open to let fresh air in– also known as “AC,” and the bed of the truck is made from beautiful wooden planks, which is just about the only destructible piece of material on the vehicle. The rest is 100% metal – no cheap plastic here folks. Dad's Truck 013

    As you can see, when my dad goes back in time, he goes all the way back – and he does it in style. Leave it to him to find the one AM radio station that plays classic songs from the fifties complete with the crackling noise in the background. This past Sunday my dear old dad took Sam and I for spin, and all I can say is the fancy truck took me back – and I’m a product of the 80’s.