Was looking for something to pick me up tonight and I saw this photo I’d taken a few weeks ago. No matter what happens from here to the train, the train to the office, the office back to the train back to here — this is still the most comforting thing to me, knowing that I can return to this little space full of everything I love. I would work so hard to have a place like this always.

Something for the last day of February (I’ll be tearing off the big, black calendar page to reveal a white March) —

shine on

This past week I got news. It was news of the bad sort; a call in the middle of the afternoon from a college friend that never called, a voicemail that seemed urgent and unusual. At work and unable to talk on the phone, I emailed back, “Everything okay?” though I somehow already knew it wasn’t.
I soon learned the worst. An old college friend had passed away abruptly in a bizarre accident. He was 23, full of life, talent and love for the world. Nick Wieme was his name. From his hometown of Pipestone, Minnesota, Nick moved to Moorhead to attend MSUM in Fall 2007. I met him during my rounds as a resident assistant and could never forget him, his voice, his laugh, his jokes, his films. 
Nick was a treasure. He was a comedian to the core and every moment in his presence was entertainment. He once invited me to a party to play Settlers of Catan, which quickly showcased his competitive nature in the most hilarious way. His ability to bring out the best in others was extraordinary, and his immense following of friends a testament to his ingenuity and admiration.
I cannot express how much Nick will be missed by those lucky enough to know him, but I can say it is a great sorrow. His 23 years undoubtedly brought tremendous happiness to those he met, and many, many, many laughs. He accomplished so much in so little time, and I imagine he is still making people laugh in a higher place.
There has never been a better time for me to say, life is unexpected, and can be unexpectedly short — and to those you see every day or hardly at all, keep sight of those you love and care.
For Nick Wieme, shine on —

tot york city

If there’s one thing I’ve brought with me — and indefinitely cannot scrape away from my character — its my love for all things weird Midwest cuisine. Anything hearty with a dash of strange, from a can, and socially questionable is all good in my book.

Here’s the problem: NO ONE UNDERSTANDS. People here don’t “get” why anyone would put “mayonnaise” in their “jello.” They don’t understand the logistics of a Midwest meal, why people would, by their own free will, use cream of mushroom soup for ANYTHING, EVER.

Let me assure you — assuming that most, if not all of the audience reading this is from the prairie — I am working on them. These people that don’t buy into the hotdishes and salads, who were raised on normal, BORING food in Connecticut, California, Texas and Maryland; to them I say, you gotta try this.

I have made Totdish (as it’s been shortened to in true New York diction) twice now for my roommates & co. The first time I was about 80% confident they might like it, and 20% certain they’d never trust my food again. I was already on thin ice, being the only roommate not to conjure up some sort of mushroom risotto paired with a perfect red, brine a beef shoulder for 9 hours or make chocolate chip cookies (chochicoo’s, as they should probably be shortened to) from scratch. These were my skeptics, and Totdish was my time to shine.

Through no recipe of my own, I foraged for the ingredients. The price tag was about $12 to make an entire 9 x 13 pan of totty goodness, which made me momentarily ponder if I was about to commit a crime of evict-able proportions. I set my doubt aside and carried on the magic.

When the Totdish was pulled from the oven, my roommates were rounded up at the table. Each scooped a small portion on their plate, braced themselves with ketchup and beverages, and apprehensively tasted what I’d assured them would change their lives.

And did it ever.

Naysayers turned believers, and Totdish prevails.

Here’s my recipe (altered from an All Recipes version) — though I’m sure all those reading this have been making it long before me, and have their own lovingly-used paper recipe card in their kitchens already! (Please also note that I’m the furtherest person from having any culinary credibility.)

Totdish

You will need:

• 1 pound extra-lean ground beef (Note: I have made this vegetarian using MorningStar beef crumbles, and the taste and texture are on par with real ground beef.)

• 1 onion, chopped
• 2 cloves crushed garlic

• 1 (10.75 ounce) can condensed cream of mushroom soup
• 1/2 (10.75 ounce) can milk

• 1 (32 ounce) package tater tots
• 1 package shredded cheddar cheese
• 
Salt and pepper to taste

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Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Sauté onions and garlic until tender. Cook ground beef (if you are using MorningStar crumbles, cook them in about 1 Tbsp olive oil and season with salt and pepper) and combine with onions and garlic. Mix cream of mushroom soup with milk. Layer the meat, soup mix, 3/4 bag of cheese, and tater tots in a 9×13 baking dish. Sprinkle top with remaining cheese. Bake for 25-30 minutes, until tots are golden brown. Feed your loved ones. Hooray!

I received an early Christmas gift from my guy — a bundle of Adobe Creative Suite goodness! I’ve been working exclusively in Illustrator from my laptop for the past few years, so needless to say I’m THRILLED and have been creating up a storm. Thanks C for all you do.