Saturday, September 3, 2011

OKC is Cool

Oklahoma City is pretty cool.

Last night, the girls and I checked out the Paseo District, or the Arts District, for their yearly Art Crawl.  Picture below; The "Poppy" gang, as we call ourselves, enjoying the free (cheap) bubbly and some really wonderful work by an artist from Philly.

Coming from a city that is devoted to local art support, I was pleasantly surprised.   The streets were packed with  people of all ages enjoying the comparatively cool breeze and  live music on the lawns.  Also, scored a vintage houndstooth coat for $10.  BAM.  Can't beat that.  OKC is a much more progressive community than I imagined.  A lot of young people, and even more art galleries and small, local eateries. All the "comforts" of home. Point is, witnessed some lovely art and some lovely people last night.

On another note, I've been cooking every night, which I love to do but didn't do as much of in Minneapolis thanks to all of my restaurant homies.  Pics below of some of my experiments.  They include, Chicken gyro with homemade tzatziki sauce, penne pasta with homemade garlic and basil tomato sauce, asparagus with red wine vinegar and olive oil marinade and kalamatas, glazed peaches with blue cheese crumbles and a margherita piza with sauteed mushrooms topped with a fried egg (a la Tim McKee, owner of La Belle Vie, my former place of employment, and James Beard award winner)

I would end on "Bon Appetit", but...

Tonight is devoted to College football.  Boomer Sooner and, more importantly, GOOOO GATORS!!!!


Tuesday, August 30, 2011


Generally, the upper mid-westerners tend to be pre-tty passive aggressive when it comes to saying not-so-nice things.  Here is what they think about watering down their beloved dairy delicacy just for your own health.  At least they didn't say it to your face.

God Bless you, Wisconsin.  (Photo credit: Mom and Dad)

Monday, August 29, 2011

BIG girl, little city

I sat down to study for my Music History Graduate Review and started a blog.  No one can accuse me of being unproductive.  Fortunately for all of you (Hi Mom), I don't have much to say.  For those of you interested (Hi again, Mom), this will be my outlet for what will be my "little city" musings.  Not that Minneapolis is NYC or LA, but it is NOT Norman, OK.  Let's just get that out of the way.  And for those of you that know me (okay, seriously Mom? How many shout outs do you need in one blog? We're not on tv here, okay?) you know that I am an observer.  So, maybe just think of me as a scientist and this as my experiment journal.  A human scientist.  In a much less creepy connotation than "human scientist" infers.  Basically, this is my outlet to the world.

Although, thank Gawd for SuperTarget (shout out to Minneaple!) which has served as my comfort of home.  (Aunt Noreen, I KNOW you KNOW how I feel)

Since we all know how bad I am at making phone calls (Now a shout out to the ADD culture of America's children of the '80's) I figure this will be a primary source of my life in Norman.  So, hopefully, between the times when I'm desperate to hear your voices, you can live with me "here".  I already have two weeks worth of "adventures" to divulge.  It's already an interesting journey.

First observed plus of living here: LOTS o' "sir's" & "ma'am's".  Lots.  Proper Southern manners rule.

I'll report back soon enough, but it's back to Lully ballets and Josquin de Prez motets.