If You Forget Me Friday, Apr 28 2006 

I’m writing (and well!!) and it’s late, and the caffeine has pretty much worn off, but I am enjoying myself immensely. I always get a little crazy when I’m sleep-deprived, and I wanted to find some Sylvia Plath poetry (she’s my favorite poet), so I got onto plagiarist.com and looked up some poetry.

This one I fell in love with immediately. It reminds me of the closest things I’ve had to great loves in my life.

If You Forget Me — Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Halle Berry Superfan! Friday, Apr 28 2006 

Halle walks through LA, trying really hard not to smile as the guy behind her flips out.

Source: Perez. I hate how he’s such a Hollywood sellout, but you have to credit the guy for occasionally breaking a story. He announced Gwyneth Paltrow’s second pregnancy practically the moment she conceived — and she didn’t confirm it until she was five months along or so!

What I Won’t Miss Friday, Apr 28 2006 

The past 18 hours or so have been a haze of writing, coffee and the occasional foray into celebrity gossip blogs to keep me sane. I’ve been trying to finish my independent study as quickly as possible, but creativity really can’t be rushed. I think my first story turned out so well because the idea had been festering in my mind for so long. These crappy stories I’m turning out now are just the remnants of studying abroad. And now I’m drinking iced coffee and listening to Queen to perk me up so I can finish the stories and tie up the loose ends.

And it’s starting to become clearer that my time here will be DONE, COMPLETELY, FOREVER. I have my graduation tickets, senior week tickets, and I’m almost done with classes. God, as much as I’ve complained about stuff here, I’ve realized that Fairfield University is the greatest place on the planet.

Underclassmen: treasure every moment.

To help me feel better, I’m going to make a list of things about Fairfield that I definitely won’t miss.

–Connecticut rotaries
–Rich kids
–Yankee fans
–The uphill walk to class
–The walk home from the townhouses
–Excessive Catholicism dominating school protocol
–8:30 wakeup calls on the weekend on the other side of the wall
–Frequent apartment fire drills
–LOUD parties downstairs that refuse to shut down
–Public safety
–Not having a car

But, of course, this reminds me of what I WILL miss — the excessive Catholicism reminds me of the nice music we do at Masses for Chambers, and getting too drunk reminds me of getting just enough drunk, and the Yankee fans remind me of the Boston/New York riots on the quad, and papers remind me of awesome fiction classes….

I can’t believe it’s practically OVER.

On a side note, I’m looking forward to an awesome weekend, including an official glee club party, Spam Jam, and finishing with Pops on Tuesday.

Unbelievable dream Monday, Apr 24 2006 

I have to write about this dream before I forget it.

The earlier parts involved me trying to get a job at Pepperidge Farm and throwing parties at both Kara’s townhouse and my townhouse, while Dwight was cooking pasta on the stove. Then my parents arrived and everything changed.

I was with my parents and we couldn’t find Sarah. We went upstairs to what was her room and found her lifeless body in a bed. We were upset and went downstairs to the basement. There, I found what looked like a ghost of Sarah — she looked about four years old, and she was a red transparent figure.

I suddenly realized that if I helped her play, she would grow up. I asked her how old she was, and she wouldn’t answer. Then I saw she was playing with kid-sized cleaning brushes. “Here. How about you clean the wall with this one,” I said, handing her a brush, “and then I’ll help you clean with this one.” We played. The more we played, the bigger she grew, and we started playing more games that were appropriate to her age. As she became a teenager (and my height), I made fun of people with her.

Then the room began filling with people. Half of them were REAL ghosts who were trying to suck the souls out of people; the others were the ghosts of people that I knew, that could be saved by playing. (Also, as they played and grew older, they had a little meter on the side of their arm that would raise when they became more human.)

I tried all I could to help people play and grow older again. At one point, a little girl named Caitie (though she looked just like Sarah Lopez) said that she didn’t want to play, so I taught her and her friends how to swing dance. Five of them joined in immediately, and they started having so much fun.

Then the real dancing began. People started swirling around in some sort of waltz — I felt so little as fabric swirled around me. Then I saw Mike — and at this point I can say in my blog that this is someone who’s becoming very special to me — and I just dropped everything and danced with him, swirling with everyone else.

Then the ghosts, the REAL ghosts, started ushering people-ghosts out of this door. I knew that if they went in there, they would be gone forever. But nobody who started as a ghost had completely revived.

And then I saw CC, who was my best friend when I was young. Our friendship was volatile and it ended in probably one of the worst ways it could. We don’t speak anymore. I grabbed her and told her, “I miss you.” She started crying, and so did I. “I miss you, too — every day,” she replied.

As she said those words, the meter on the side of her arm filled all the way and got underlined in yellow. As that happened, a trunk began to appear in front of the door, preventing anyone from leaving. Everyone had been restored to their vitality in that moment, including my sister.

That was it. It was one of the most powerful dreams I’ve had in a very long time. But one thing I’m wondering — was this partially based on an episode of the old school Nickelodeon show Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Denise Richards and Charlie Sheen Sunday, Apr 23 2006 

Being the celebrity gossip fan that I am, I came across Denise Richards’ divorce documents that she filed earlier Friday and I read all seventeen pages. Read it.

In a nutshell, she’s divorcing Charlie Sheen because he is both verbally and physically abusive, he has threatened her, and having survived alcohol and heroin addiction, he is now addicted to painkillers, internet porn, prostitutes and gambling.

Some of the revelations:

–He threatened to kill her several times.
–He pushed her down while she was holding their baby Lola in front of their other daughter Sam.
–When she was being wheeled in for her C-section when she had Lola ten months ago, he was checking his pager to see if he had won his bet.
–When Denise took Sam to get her infant shots, Charlie accused her of poisoning the baby.
–He visited porn sites that featured underage girls and boys, including gay porn.
–When she asked him if he had anything to do with the death of a prostitute he used to be involved with, he would only say to her, “NO COMMENT.”

I’ve been thinking a lot about this. First of all, I can’t believe that so many of us in the gossip community, including myself and Trent, were rooting for them to get back together. Secondly, it really hits home that abuse can happen to anybody, and it’s never black and white. I can’t believe that Denise took him back as many times as he did, and especially getting pregnant again so quickly, thinking that a second baby would change him.

It sounds so easy when you simply say, “She kept thinking he would change.” But until you experience it, it’s NEVER as black and white as that.

For now, the judge has enforced a restraining order — Charlie can’t come within 300 yards of Denise, her home, her car, or the children, except during his supervised visitation once a week.

(But for me, the biggest issue I have with this is the quality of the writing in the papers. I am positive that Denise must have had someone go over it — her lawyer. And I understand the need to preserve her voice throughout the piece, but is the bad grammar really necessary? Or did they even notice it? Throughout the entire piece, she spells “Xanax” as “Zanex.” There are run-on sentences, apostrophes in weird places, a lack or excess of commas, etc. And I hate how this is becoming acceptable, not only in legal documents, but legal documents that are BOUND TO HIT THE WEB DUE TO THE CELEBRITY STATUS OF THE PEOPLE IT INVOLVES!)

Well. That’s my rant.

Overall, this whole situation with Denise and the babies is very sad. I had no idea it was as bad as she said it was. I hope she gets out of it safely.

Mozart and Bernstein concert Sunday, Apr 23 2006 

The spring concert — the final spring concert for me — was last night. It went pretty well. Pitch was very good, much better in the Ave Verum than in rehearsals, and the Palestrina and Blagoslovy were PERFECT. The only low point was during The Lark, when some of the pitch got out of whack, but I’m sure most people didn’t notice it like I did. Overall, very enjoyable. Sars hated it, of course. (She and Mom came up for the concert; Sars stayed overnight.) I’m really hoping she comes to Pops. And guess who was there? BRUCE, everyone’s favorite silver-haired fox, of course….and STEWY!!!!!

Since there wasn’t a townhouse to throw a registered glee club party (AND I heard some interesting information about one of the houses/hosts….), James decided to throw an impromptu bash at his house. It took a while to get started, but by 11:30 or so, it was insane. It was more the 87 guys’ core group of friends than glee club people, but it was still a really good time.

ย Sars taught a few people some card games and stuff. At one point, we threw everything we had into the middle of the table to make it look like we were betting really high (Luke: “Who the hell bet the digital camera?!”). After a walk through the rain back to the apartments, we ate some chips and salsa and leafed through People (it’s the baby issue!), and this morning we went to the diner for some breakfast (something I won’t do on a rainy Sunday morning in the near future).

There’s also a French version of Jackass called “The Eleven Commandments,” and she watched some of it in France. There was one skit when the guys took three times the recommended dosage of sleeping pills and then went rollerblading, falling asleep on their feet and pushing each other into the Seine. Good times. (HANGIN’ IN A CHOW LINE!!)

Tonight I’m singing at Mass with Chambers, and the bishop’s in town, so it’s probably going to be a long service. :-/

Many, many good times to come….

50 Worst Things in Music Sunday, Apr 23 2006 

Blender came up with a list of the 50 worst things to happen to music. Check it out — it’s really good.

Some of my favorites:

49) The dude who yells “Free Bird” at every concert (hehehehe)
48) Hip-Hop skits
43) Fake Non-Lesbians
42) Scott Stapp
41) Melisma
38) Sting
36) Sean Combs is….Puff Daddy is….P. Diddy….
29) Popera
23) Woodstock ’99
18) Soprano Sax
17) Fred Durst
14) Florida, home of the Backstreet Boys, N Sync, O-Town and Limp Bizkit.
12) Kevin Federline
8) 27 — which was the age of Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison and Kurt Cobain at their death.

SPAMALOT! Friday, Apr 21 2006 

I had the most fortunate pleasure of seeing Spamalot last night! WHAT a show….it was so funny, and so awesome. A lot of shows bore me, so I was really pleased that the last two I’ve seen (this and Avenue Q) have been so hilarious.

This is the second FUSA Broadway series I’ve done — I saw RENT freshman year, but we didn’t have a bus because there was a blizzard. We took the train in and were reimbursed by the school, which was really nice. And I also got a ticket for The Producers, but I ended up having mono, so I gave my ticket to Kelly.

We gathered around 4:30, and our buses didn’t arrive — only two other random buses — so we didn’t end up going until much later. There were a bunch of tickets left, so I gave Mike Davis a call and he decided to come, too. There was a good group going, albeit generally underclassmen — Liz Cooper and Chris Miller, Mike Barrett, Katie McLaughlin, Beth Mullen….and my roommate Kelly, of course!

Okay, so the show. It’s based on Monty Python and the Holy Grail, so you’ve got a lot of the same lines and an ever-present skipping along with coconuts clop-clopping. And things that seem difficult to accomplish on stage are actually done, like the knight who gets his limbs chopped off and the rabbit that attacks everyone. (It’s done with a thrown puppet — they sold vicious bunny slippers!)

But the show totally veers away from the movie when it comes to the musical numbers. I think my personal fave was “His Name is Lancelot,” a disco number that sounds like Copacabana, when Lancelot’s knight clothes are ripped off to a gay disco outfit with sequined armbands and a sparkling codpiece. The Lady of the Lake has “Laker Girls” who dance around like cheerleaders, and Camelot turns into Las Vegas, complete with showgirls. And it was great to see “The Song That Goes Like This,” which Kelly and Sean are singing in Pops this year — it’s going to be awesome!

The original cast included David Hyde Pierce, Hank Azaria and STEVE THE PIRATE FROM DODGEBALL, but this cast was really good — and I was mostly thrilled that the guy who played Not Dead Fred was the singing salesclerk from the “That’s on eBay” commercial! And the Lady of the Lake was played by Lauren Kennedy, who is a big name on Broadway, and Kelly even has one of her CDs. (Beth, if anyone knows who she is, it’s you!)

Overall, see it. It’s such a great show, SO hilarious, and you’ll love it.

To finish:

“I’m alone.”

Senior Mug Night Wednesday, Apr 19 2006 

Well, tonight was the last Senior Mug Night. And it was definitely a lot of fun. We got free shirts; they’re long-sleeved and they say “Seniors” on the front in black cursive and a red “06” below. On the back they say “Last Call” and they have the image of a Stag and an F. Yep, I’m wearing mine tomorrow, along with the stamp from the Levee that will undoubtedly still be visible on my hand.

Things are going well. It’s funny how things go. Life is VERY good. I’m a happy girl.

TomKat had their baby. It’s a girl, and her name is Suri. I kinda like the name. But what I find crazy is that Katie Holmes and Brooke Shields had their babies on the same day. (This is because Tom publicly attacked Brooke for using antidepressants when she had postpartum depression.) It’s very sweet.

What’s my opinion about TomKat? Honestly, I think that Katie has either been brainwashed or she has absolutely no self-esteem, or she has some other kind of problems. I would LOVE for her to come out and do an interview, saying that she had no idea what she was getting into. I would think that all the pictures of her frantically shopping for shoes before birth (since pregnant women’s feet swell, WHO DOES THAT right before birth?) is a cry for help. She’s signed the contract with Tom to make him look straight. Poor girl.

You know, I’ve never blogged while tipsy before, but I am now. I had a decent amount of dollar drafts at the Levee and I had some wine before then. (I picked up a recommended Zinfandel, an Argentinian red, and some Italian Pinot Grigio, mainly for cooking, at Mo’s today. I need to buy a bit more wine — I love my wines and can’t wait to become versed in knowledge about them!)

Is it weird that I’m the only one out of the Brood that is going for completely boring and conventional work after graduating from college? Man, that hurts. But what hurts most of all is certain people comparing me to the other Brood members and deducing, “Well, she’s living at home; she’s working and therefore BORING.” I HATE THAT. I wish I could feel better about it.


I am working until I can save up a decent amount of money. My goal currently is to move out by September, but I might wait a little longer in favor of saving more money.

And once that’s over, I’m going abroad. To volunteer, to teach, to do anything. That’s what I’m meant to do, and the only reason why I’m not doing it immediately is so I can save up a tiny amount of money and get myself established, somewhat, in public relations. Even though I have plenty of PR experience, nothing matters like a real job.


If there’s anything that I have to throw onto my “bottom 3” list, it’s 1) not wanting to do any work to finish my independent studies, 2) having your roommate clean the bathroom without rinsing the soap off of the toilet/sink/shower, and 3) time at Fairfield coming to a close.

Top 5 that I LOVE:

5) Having a car until Sunday
4) Butternut donuts, which nobody knows exist but me. ๐Ÿ˜‰
3) Making pork chops along with broccolini and an insalata caprese tonight — I’ve officially conquered the pig!
2) AWESOME stuff that happens when you’re in your last semester. It still rocks.
1) Travelocity. Just because.

Easter Tuesday, Apr 18 2006 

Easter break was really nice. Another really nice thing is that this is my 50th post in this blog. I’m really happy with blogger, and what I’m able to do with it. (I’m still a little sad that my diary-x is gone forever, though.)

Sars wasn’t there because she’s still in France. I also found out that Alice McKenney’s sister is on the trip is well, which is funny because Alice and I went on the trip together and hung out together a lot with Jane Hanley and Chris Proctor, and I can remember running in Gare St Lazare for the train to Rouen and grabbing the center table so we could all sit together, and all the inside jokes we had.

What’s especially great about Sars being in France is that I GET THE CAR UNTIL SHE COMES TO VISIT ON SATURDAY. It’s amazing having a car, and I love that it’s free to park. I can finally go out and buy wine anytime — I’m out, except for my nice bottle of Rosso di Montepulciano that I got in Florence. I was saving that for a nice dinner with the roommates, since Julia wanted some wine from Italy, but now it’s pointless since I pretty much only have one roommate.

I went out with Beth, Lisa and Janelle on Saturday night and we ended up going to Waltham for a dinner and staying for the first official Waltham Pub Crawl. Not that going to two bars constitutes a pub crawl, but we enjoyed ourselves! The Moody St. area is surprisingly nice. We also determined that you’re never too old to go to a porn shop and laugh at the life-sized rubber fist. Or the Venus Penis.

But the best part was Easter itself….it was great. I realized that it really took this long to feel completely comfortable about the holidays since my parents divorced. (Not that it was better when they were together. Holidays were universally awful.) But everyone was so happy and in their proper place this year, and I’ve never laughed so hard. It was great at my dad’s — Grammy and Uncle Mike were over, and we traded stories of all kinds, and I showed them the Chronicles of Narnia rap video. Uncle Mike keeps telling me that I need to go into languages, career-wise, since I like them and am good at them, but he also says I’m a great writer and should work in that.

And then I went to my mom’s, and her boyfriend Mark was there too, and we kept trading stories as well. I love how having two places for the holidays also means that you can have twice as much wine. Zinfandel at Dad’s, Pinot Grigio at Mom’s. Good times. ALSO, my mom’s boyfriend RAN OVER A RABBIT the NIGHT BEFORE EASTER. Who does that?!?! “YOU KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY, YOU BASTARD!”

I drove back with Kara (I found her neighborhood by MEMORY!), battling Red Sox/Boston Marathon traffic on Route 9, and we listened to my CD of “A Night of Fantasy,” the spring glee club concert from our freshman year. Now, THAT was a good concert. I think it was my favorite repetoire selection from any concert we’ve ever done, actually. The Polovetzian Dance, the Witches’ Chorus from Macbeth in glee club, and Over the Rainbow, Frostiana and In the Beginning of Creation in chambers — the music was AWESOME. With the exception of a certain soprano of the class of 2003’s shrill vibrato that you could hear AT ALL TIMES.

Overall, good times. I’m having fun.

Random Thoughts Thursday, Apr 13 2006 

I think Prince William hit his hotness peak at 16 or so. Harry keeps looking better and better with age.

I hope I get a job. And then I hope I can move out of my parents’ houses by September.

Caitlin Wagner and Jess Vigliotti asked me to play piano for them for Stations of the Cross, since they needed a pianist and were really in a bind. I did it, and I’m so glad that I did. It felt great to help them out.

Elliott is my favorite on American Idol — I’d really like to see him in the final four with Taylor, Paris and Chris. Bush probably has the whole White House voting for Kellie Pickler. (Gawsh, she’s so SMART!) And honestly, I didn’t think Ace’s performance was THAT bad this week.

I’m always happiest when I’m bucking tradition. I realized that when I went to the prom without a date and had the most amazing time.

Maybe I’ll volunteer abroad in a few years.

Thanks to Comedy class, I’m now a huge fan of Catch-22 and Fargo.

Jesse L. Martin will be playing Marvin Gaye in a biopic. He’s definitely got the look down — maybe a bit tall, but he can do it if Philip Seymour Hoffman can play Truman Capote. But vocally, Martin has a really low voice — they’ll probably dub him a la Ray.

I think Tomkitten’s going to be born within a few days.

I’m really disappointed because Let’s Go said that they have a great site, beyondtourism.com, which is all about working and volunteering and teaching in the developing world, but it’s actually just a regular Let’s Go site with more information about booking your trip than anything else.

Girls Obsessed with their Boyfriends Wednesday, Apr 12 2006 

It happens all the time with freshman, and that’s to be expected. But when it happens when we’re past the legal drinking age, it really becomes surprising.

It’s girls who completely abandon their lives to spend all their time with their boyfriends. These are the girls who all but move into their boyfriends houses/dorm rooms, spend all their time with the boyfriend, and stop hanging out with their friends. If it ever comes down to choosing whether to spend time with him or them, she always chooses him.

It’s not as obvious as these girls think; it’s much more subtle to them. (Another lesson, that money/comfort buys love/happiness, is another lesson that I believe EVERYONE will learn in their life at some time, but it will be taught in a much more subtle way than you expect. It’s not like you’d actually marry a rich octogenarian, would you?)

And what happens further down the road? They could end up together forever, getting married, all that fun stuff. And they could genuinely be happy. But odds are stacked higher that either they’ll end up trapped in an unhappy or unsatisfying relationship, or that they’ll break up and the girl will have no life to go back to. Starting over isn’t easy.

(Not that I’ve EVER been in this situation. I learned the horrifying consequences from watching a certain former roommate’s life deteriorate, and I vowed never to let it happen to me.)

I’m writing this now because one of my good friends has gotten herself into a relationship like this. She spends about 22 hours a day with him, excluding when she has classes. And she hasn’t done anything social with her friends in weeks, even just sitting around and watching a movie or TV. And it kills me to see how he’s been manipulating her for the past two months.

That’s all I want to say.

Murder! Sunday, Apr 9 2006 

Last night was the annual Murder Mystery Dance — and the third year in a row that Kelly ran the whole thing. As always, it was a great night, with good food, good times, and a CHEESY but HILARIOUS mystery to solve! Those actors were hysterical. James was my “date” for the night, and I only wish that Sars and her friend Alex could have come, but they were on a plane to Belle, Douce France. (Also, yesterday was Sars’ 18th birthday! She has yet to buy lottery tickets or cigarettes, though.

But the funniest moment of the night was when James unknowingly held his program over a votive candle and it CAUGHT ON FIRE! He blew it out, but it still had a fiery ring around it, so I grabbed a plate and smothered it. And when it was done, it had perfectly burned out the head of the guy who runs the mysteries! The guy LOVED it, and he said that people always draw wacky hairstyles on the programs (he’s bald), but this was something entirely new. And since he collects them, James autographed it (“Asian James,” of course) and gave it to him.

After the dinner part, we headed up to the Levee to see the Improv show — we came in the middle of the second group (which is my favorite, since most of my friends are in that one and I think they’re the funniest, too). I actually didn’t end up watching much of On the Spot itself, the third group, because Jenn was bartending, and we just talked the whole time. It was really great to catch up with her. And she has a job already, teaching math in Lynn!

Willis had shown up by that time, so we grabbed another beer (poor James has yet to turn 21) and hung out, then went in succession to parties at 44, 12, 116 and 113, I think, then went back to their house. (Oh, I think it’s worth mentioning that whenever James has to work at Staples the next morning, he goes to bed IN HIS UNIFORM, wearing his belt, his wallet in his back pocket!)

And then I walked home, stepping carefully in my high heels, and then I watched South Park with Kevin Tracey (who djed the mystery and was staying over with us) and ate two pieces of cheesecake from the two whole cakes that my darling roommate Kelly Anne had taken home from the dance.

Good times. I am really going to miss this place in a few months….

Papa al Pomodoro Sunday, Apr 9 2006 

Papa al pomodoro is a VERY Tuscan dish. The best papa I had in Florence was at Golden View, right on the river on the Oltrarno near the Ponte Vecchio, but it was great at Il Latini too. And now, on 30 Minute Meals, Rachael Ray did papa al pomodoro — with the recipe from IL LATINI, which she says is her favorite restaurant in the world! Here it is:

–Sautee one small onion, chopped, in a pan with oil. After a few minutes, add 5 cloves of garlic, also chopped, and cook until the onions are softened.
–Add three 12-oz cans of tomatoes, a combination of chopped, stewed, and/or crushed. Italian tomatoes have the best flavor. Season with salt and pepper.
–Add 1 quart chicken stock and bring to a boil. Reduce to simmer.
–Add two cans of white beans (I used cannelini and it was fine, even though she didn’t recommend that) and as many small pieces of stale Italian bread as you can fit in.
–Simmer the soup until the bread has thickened it; you don’t want chunks of bread. I did it for 30 minutes; longer than that probably wouldn’t be a good idea.
–Put on Tommy Boy and enjoy. ๐Ÿ˜‰

If I do it again, I’m not going to use the same kind of bread. I used ciabatta and while the inside had a great consistency, the crust on the corner pieces ended up making huge, long pieces of crust in the soup. I wouldn’t recommend using crust at all, actually. But it was still really good.

That night, James, Mike came over to sample it, and they LOVED it — they kept going back for more and more! It makes me so happy to cook for people. And now I’m making chicken piccata for fifteen today, which is very DAUNTING!

Parmesan Torta Friday, Apr 7 2006 

I’m not a big parmesan fan, but I didn’t have any other kind of cheese on hand for making a quiche. But I was absolutely SHOCKED by how good this dish was. It was AMAZING. I took Giada’s recipe for a pancetta and parmesan torte and put my own spin on it.

–Defrost a frozen pie crust and poke holes in the bottom with a fork.
–Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
–Combine 3 eggs, a quarter of a small onion (chopped), 2/3 cup whipping cream, 1/2 cup whole milk (or a 1/4 cup each whipping cream and skim milk, as I did), four strips of ready-cooked bacon torn into small pieces, 2/3 cup grated parmesan, and a handful of parsley (finely chopped), plus a little salt and pepper.
–Pour the mixture into the pie crust and bake for 25-30 minutes, until the top browns and the middle portion only SLIGHTLY jiggles when you shake it.

This was AMAZING. It was so creamy and smooth — amazing. And now I’m eating the last of it, since Kelly and I DEVOURED it last night. This is very easy to make, so be sure to try it.

Also, last night a bunch of us decided to make the most of second semester senior year and drink our faces off….when half of us in the group had Pops auditions the next day. Good times, though.

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