Five Things

John has been out of town most of the week so it's just me and Harps holding down the fort.  Well, me, Harper and my Sex and the City DVDs.

Is there anything quite as fabulous as a warm Krispy Kreme doughnut?  I seriously doubt it.  These should be in my top five things every week.  Thank God for my secretary brings them to work all the time so I can get my fix.  If you're going to be an addict it might as well be for something that's worth it.  

John had been making us pasta for awhile before I realized the towels-and-pasta-covering-every-surface-in-our-kitchen thing left some serious room for improvement.  Pasta drying racks aren't particularly en vogue (we had to order ours from Amazon), but it's a great invention for anyone making fresh pasta.  If you want a husband to make you fresh pasta, I'm not sure Amazon has that one figured out yet.

Does anyone else like to dress up a weekday dinner table with a cute pitcher full of water?  Well, I obviously do.  This would be even better at brunch filled with fresh orange juice, but we have to take it one step at a time, right?

I have recently rediscovered homemade nachos, this time with all the fixings!  Leftover slow cooker chicken taco meat makes for even more amazing nachos, and you can make use of the cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, sour cream, and scallions you have hanging out in the fridge.  Layer the meat and cheese in between a few layers of chips and cook in a 350 degree oven for 10 minutes until all the cheese is melted.  It works even better if each person has their own little nacho pan so they can doctor it up how they want and you don't even need plates!  Brownie pans and the like work great for this.

After a fun doodle romp at Crissy Field, I had the best hot dog of my life at Let's Be Frank.  It was a very dog-filled day.  A spicy pork hot dog came without the guilt (because their dogs are made with better meat than the average Oscar Meyer) and instead came with grilled onions and spicy "Devil Sauce."  I couldn't believe how amazing it was.  A crisp root beer on the side didn't hurt either.