I don't know. I figured since I feel such peace and inner joy when I'm watching Top Chef and Hell's Kitchen, I should watch more Food Network. A whole network dedicated to food? It's a miracle I didn't think of it sooner.

I must say, I'm not terribly impressed with the lineup. The Barefoot Contessa creeps me out, and right now Bobby Flay is on the most convoluted reality show I've ever seen (and that includes Paradise Hotel, which happened in almost real time and they kept changing the rules on a whim). They tricked a fireman into thinking he's on a reality show called "Real Men Cook" or something, but in reality the game is that Bobby Flay can duplicate the fireman's signature recipe. I'm, um, not sure if anyone wins anything on this show.


I haven't blogged in a while due to sheer burn out from the computer and the need to stare at the TV, drooling, during my free time. But the big news is that we bought a house! I know! It's all very exciting, and I'm truly in love with the house. Here are some pics:


The front. It's very Brady Bunch, aka California ranch.

A blurry kitchen:

Living room:

Covered back patio:

Backyard for Otto!

We're both a little nervous about the amount of money being spent- it seems surreal, especially because I'm in major debt for the first time in my life. We're trying to learn how to economize--Aaron became very good at out out of necessity, but since he started earning a good living, he's been loving the fact that we could just buy whatever indulgences without having to think much about it. Food, electronics, whatever.


So we went grocery shopping today, and were very impressed by how much you can save by buying generic and foregoing the lox ($18 a pound!). Next up, I'm going to learn how to clip coupons. It was kind of fun, but I found myself craving uber-expensive items that I've never bought in my life, like pate flecked with black truffles and limbergur cheese. I'm a little concerned over the quality of Hoffy Hot Dogs as opposed to Ballpark Franks. Mmmm...Hoffy Hot Dogs.