As a follow-up to my last post, here is the final piece to the kitchen set – the Café Apron. But of course, some back story…
We have something called the “IMAX-10” at work. Similar to the Freshman-15, one almost always gains 10 pounds their first year at IMAX largely due to our most highly trafficked pit stop – the snack table. Much to my waistline’s dismay, I sit within an arm’s reach of aforesaid snack table, but this also means I get first dibs on whatever goods are put out, including my boss’s homemade baked delectables. Bernie is a baker extraordinaire, and I swear she puts a little bit of heaven (or quite possibly crack) in every one of her confections. My first attempt at the kitchen set (potholders, oven mitt, and café apron) was destined to belong to her last Christmas!
To give you some context of how popular her desserts are, she’ll put an entire chocolate bundt cake on the snack table bright and early at 9am, and you’ll be lucky if you even see crumbs on the table by 10:30am. Keep in mind, we only have less than 25 people on our floor. The only way one would know she brought in her infamous eight-layer bars is by searching for flakes of coconut and bits of chocolate and toffee in the professional baker’s boxes she packed them in, while he sole remnants of the mini blueberry pies she brings in reside in the corner of a coworker’s mouth. Yes, we eat her desserts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner when she brings them in. I will admit, I’ve been guilty of snarfing two servings of her treats – one for now, and one for later.
I hope the apron et al comes in handy for the indulgences that have been made and those that I have yet to enjoy (and those my waist detests me for eating!).
Today’s post is inspired by my stop at a Crate and Barrel outlet on the way home from a bachelorette party weekend in Palm Springs. Needless to say, it was a very fun weekend with some of the most amazing women I’ve known for more than half of my life and love with all of my heart.
I always find myself wanting to buy everything at C&B, but to be able to do so at outlet prices is truly invigorating. I guess you know you’re beginning to get older when popping in to a specialty cookware store excites you more than perusing the designer clothing brand outlets. However, I can’t even give an honest comparison because we just went to Nike and the C&B outlet and decided that was enough hysteria for one day. I ended up coming home $2.50 poorer, but a green spoon rest richer! I was reminded while I was there of the cooking set I made last Christmas for my basketball team’s Secret Santa gift exchange. Kelli O, this one’s for you!
I was really glad that she had been my Secret Santa draw, because she loves all things pink and Hawaii and it just so happened that I had bought some pink Hawaiian print fabric from a trip I had taken to Oahu last summer. She’s also a girl after my own heart with her love of food and eating, so I thought these would make for a great gift.
I’m splitting my posts to cover the Potholders and Oven Mitt today, with the Cafe Apron coming next post. When I first embarked on my stitching adventures, the first sewing books I bought were One-Yard Wonders: 101 Fabulous Fabric Projects and Lotta Jansdotter Simple Sewing: Patterns and How-To for 24 Fresh and Easy Projects. I got the instructions for the potholders from One Yard Wonders, and I referenced elements from both books to create the oven mitt. I had also made a set for my boss for Christmas, so I’ll throw in photos of those as well but delve into detail next post with the Cafe Apron. I neglected to take pictures of the creation process, but here are the finished products!
I know that this is supposed to be a craft/food blog, but I must digress and relive one of the many stops from last night’s bachelorette party – the gay club. One patron scoffed at us as we made our our way inside and snootily asked why we were even there if our bride was “marrying straight”. It was then that I understood how a straight man must feel in a bar full of angry lesbians. I thought about apologizing for not being born with a sword to cross with the fellow, but refrained. We then met a straight male go-go dancer from the Czech Republic who began to chastise me for texting in the club instead of “enjoying myself”, but we were interrupted by another patron who did a hand-stand while the dancer grabbed money from the guy’s fly with his mouth. The go-go boy then proceeded to chat with my friends about the state of today’s economy so freely as if he were in a regular everyday situation, instead of wearing nothing more than a pair of boots and tiny bright red briefs surrounded by a hundred gay-and-gawking men.
At that point, I took a step back and thought to myself, “Only with Sho-Yu and Joyce could this be happening.”