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Dallas with the Fords [Maniacal Laugh]

4 Dec

Even though my mom lives in Texas, she’s about 4 hours away in Dallas*, so we don’t get to see her as often as we’d like. Luckily, I was able to ask for some time off of work and take Zack up to the big city** to hang out with my northernly based familia. We drove up to my mom’s house, which was already adorably decorated for the holidays. Her tree shone in her front window with bright white lights and burnt orange decorations, and a toy train circling the base. Zack said immediately that we needed to film the train for his baby cousin, Ellie, whom we both adore. She’s kind of obsessed with trains.

*Caitlin’s mom doesn’t live in Dallas. She lives in Royse City. It’s like 40 minutes away.

**If you can say the phrase, “We have a Walmart coming and the locals think it will ‘put us on the map,’” you are not in a big city. Even if you’re anti-the new Walmart, you are not in a big city. I honestly didn’t want to go to Dallas, so this was more than fine by me. It was totally relaxing and fun. Continue reading 

(Hashtag) Pizza Party (Dot Com)

23 Nov

Our dear friend Alex just turned 25, and to celebrate, she hosted a fantastic pizza party at the Lighthouse. Coincidentally, our friend Lisa and my imaginary (thus far) band is going to be called Pizza Party, so watch for us when we eventually write a song. Anywho, Zack and I, after much deliberation*, decided on a dessert pizza, and picked up a delicious recipe online.

*I was really against the dessert pizza at first, for no good reason, but eventually came around on it. I really under-estimated the bold flavors of sugar cookies, you guys.

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Pumpkin Carving 2011

9 Nov

For this post, I’m going to ask you to think back — back to a time of pumpkins and carvings and cool weather and costumes. Yes, all the way back to Halloween 2011. A few weeks ago, Zack and I hosted a pumpkin carving party with our pals, and it was a total blast. We indulged in Halloween-y cake, orange margaritas, baked pumpkin seeds, and various fall-themed beers, and had a wonderful time. Some of our guests were actually carving their very first pumpkins, and nobody lost any limbs*, so we’re considering it a win.

*I feel like losing appendages was a more valid concern, but none of those were lost either, so double win.

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A Salute to Our Dads’ Visit

24 Oct

I’ve met Caitlin’s dad many times. Caitlin’s met my dad many times. Whether it was spending Thanksgiving and Christmas with the Wittlifs or Lollapalooza weekend with the Teiblooms, all interactions have gone swimmingly*. We’ve met the parents. This is the sequel. The meeting of the Fockers if you will**. And the jokes were only slightly less cheesy. How would my dad meeting Caitlin’s dad work out? I was mostly confident that they’d get along just fine, but each dad had given me slight reason to worry. I wished Caitlin’s dad a happy birthday on Facebook the day before my dad came and he responded with some German and then “Looking forward to Friday. What do I call your Dad? ‘Dad’ seems somehow redundant, or maybe just … odd. Unless he is a surfer dude, and it’s Dadio, or Heydaddy.” My nervous laughter seeps through my response of “Haha Gene will be fine. He asked/joked about whether or not to salute since you’re ex-military. I think Gene and Lance will be just fine.” What I’m referring to is the other thing that had me slightly concerned. My dad kept telling me (joking about) how he planned to salute Caitlin’s dad since he’s ex-military. So what did Caitlin’s dad call mine? Was there a salute? I’ll give you the B.B.B. (Teiblooms like to re-cap vacations with a B.B.B. or blow by blow.)

*Even if they don’t all include swimming. (Read on.)

**I haven’t seen this film, but judging alone by the movie poster, I’d guess my dad is Dustin Hoffman. No way! Your dad is De Niro. 100%. Hoffman is the goofy jewish guy who wants everyone to lighten up. De Niro is ex-C.I.A. and intimidating, but with a good heart.

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Anniversary Dinner at The Emerald (How we Overcame the Luck of the Irish with the Luck of the Wittbloom)

11 Oct

For our anniversary, Zack made us reservations at an Irish restaurant far outside of the city in Bee Caves called The Emerald. He made sure to check that there were vegetarian options, and although we didn’t initially plan on making this spot our anniversary restaurant, the promise of a semi-extravagant five course meal made it seem like a perfect place to spend some quality time relaxing and reflecting. When we pulled up at the restaurant, it immediately reminded me of a tiny cottage outside of San Antonio that my father loved to go for some authentic British tea. It was quaint, and seemed to fit the turning-into-fall evening perfectly.

At the beginning of our anniversary dinner, we found out what the “luck of the Irish” truly means. It’s an ironic phrase. They’re not a lucky people, and we started off the night pretty unluckily. As we walked into the homey Emerald Restaurant in Bee Caves, we realized we’d left our camera at home, so we had to use Caitlin’s cell phone camera to snap a picture of ourselves. After two failed attempts, (one because she held the phone backwards and one because her finger was in the way) we got a good one of us laughing at our goofiness.

We had a minute before we were seated and that’s the moment when we realized that we both thought the other had purchased the Groupon for the 5-course meal. Neither had. And what we both had budgeted as a “free” meal that we’d paid for with a $100 Groupon credit, was now going to potentially be a nearly $200 meal. Even if we didn’t get alcohol*.

We both felt guilty, embarrassed and increasingly poor after having thrown a party and gotten each other anniversary gifts. I was not looking forward to writing this post at that point, I’m not gonna lie. Miraculously, the luck of Wittbloom** overcame the luck of the Irish and we had a wonderful meal.

*Instead, we got some tea in an effort to calm us down. I think it worked — and if nothing else, it was delicious.

**This is a phrase worthy of being embroidered on a pillow, if only to remind us how lucky we really are.

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Party Noms – The Invention of the Oreo Bowl

9 Oct


Caitlin and I wanted to have a few noms for our friends at our housewarming, because when you have a few strong ‘Ritas in your system, it’s best to have some cookies and fried food in there to soak it up (we’re clearly writing a health book). I had Friday off work, so I picked up some chocolate covered almonds, Milano cookies, chips & salsa/French Onion dip, and frozen mozzarella sticks and figured we’d be good to go. Caitlin got home, admired the job I’d done cleaning up* and thought we needed more beer and snacks**. I already knew we needed more ice, so to the Cool Store we went.

*He really did a fantastic cleaning job; floors were mopped or vacuumed, things were picked up and dusted. Good man.

**I was fairly paranoid that we would not end up with enough food and drink for the party guests, because these are the things I worry about, people.

The Cool Store is a little haven on E. 6th*** that has pretty much everything a mini-mart should have. We got two bags of ice, two sleeves of Oreo’s (they sell them in sleeves, not the traditional box) and a 6-pack of Fat Tire for Caitlin’s brother**** and a 6-pack of Fireman’s for people who like good beer. When back at the Wittbloom apt., Caitlin arranged the Oreo’s in a circle around a plate and asked what we should put in the middle. I suggested the Milano’s, which were currently on a plate of their own. That didn’t appeal to her*****. “What if we just pour milk in the middle of the plate?” I facetiously offered. She acknowledged my foolishness, but noted there was a way that could work. What if we put a small bowl of milk in the middle of the Oreo tray? Yeah. That’s how amazing happens. Even though we had to dispose of the milk after an hour or two, and had to warn people not to double dip, the Oreo milk bowl was a stroke of genius that will be discussed fondly****** at dinner parties for years.

***It truly is our favorite local corner shop. The women who are typically working the counter are very sweet and friendly, and they’ve got an eclectic mix of items (and a really impressive selection of beer).

****A very, very belated birthday gift for my now-21-year-old bro. As I introduced Edward to my friends, I probably said about 4 different times over the course of the night, “I really can’t believe he’s graduating. I’m so old!”

*****I wanted it to look like we had more snacks, not less. Gah!

******And featured proudly.

Quesoff at the Mohawk

25 Sep

Ever since I was a chubby 10 year-old at summer camp who regularly paid a quarter for a side of nacho cheese at the pool, I’ve been a queso fanatic. Unfortunately, growing up in the Chicago suburbs, I know all about deep dish pizza and why you should never put ketchup on a hot dog, but I had no idea that queso could be so much more than hot cheese. After two and a half years in Austin, Caitlin has exposed me to the artform that is queso and we often debate whether Torchy’s or Kerbey Lane do it best*. When we heard that The Mohawk was having a “Quesoff” and there would be free queso to try, we had to go in double fisting chips. Sure, we were going out to dinner with Caitlin’s mom immediately afterwards, but I couldn’t bare to tell 10 year-old me (who ate that 25-cent hot, plastic-tasting cheese with his bare fingers) that I was going to pass up on free world-class queso.

*It’s Kerbey Lane for me, all the way. I love that their queso is a little sweeter and oh-so-heavy on the cheese.

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