Delicious-ness aka I'm obsessed with The Copper Onion

I love to eat. Did you know that? I know I'm a scrawny little guy, but seriously. Food.

If the sun can manage to shine for more than two hours, I want to try out some new places. It's been a long while since I have tried anything new. My love affair with the carbonara at The Copper Onion has prevented me from trying anything new. That pasta is like heaven on earth. It was the first solid food I ate after having my gum graft. The cook remembers me when I come in (or is really, really good at pretending) and the staff is attentive. I haven't been there in awhile and I think I need to go ba-

No, I need to try some new places.

The Rose Establishment.Salt Lake City. Definitely trying this one out for my early-out Friday's. Tiny coffee house, but it looks really cute. I'm a sucker for cute.

Britton's Sandy. I'm probably going to try this one out today while I wait for Kenzie to be done with harp lessons.

Tin Roof Grill Sandy. I pass this when I drive right by the gym I should be frequenting because I've given up laziness for Lent. Probably going to try this on a Friday too.

Tin Angel Cafe  Salt Lake City. Not to be confused with the above. This place apparently sponsors my other love in life, NPR. One Yelper said her friend from Provo described the Tin Angel as "Hippie Nonsense." I'm on board with that! Anything Happy Valley hates, I love. Definitely another early-out Friday pick. Gnocchi! Brie! Mushrooms! Chickpeas! If I wasn't diversifying my assets tomorrow (you think I'm joking, but I'm not), I would stop by here. Maybe I still will...diversify my ass..ets. I wish. Then maybe my pants will stop falling down. Maybe I should give up being scrawny for Lent.




-whitters

Spring Cleaning

i'm going to tell you a secret

I'm loathe to ever clean anything. I wish I was more "Type A" so I would actually be more organized. Alas, this is an impossibility as I fail when it comes to organizing anything bigger than my desk at work. My desk is always clean. ALWAYS.

In a fit of...motivation...brought on by the fact that my house is 80 degrees and it's super sunny and I'm crossing my fingers that this warm weather stays around longer than the stupid winter did...I organized my room. Put away all my sweaters. Dusted. Vacuumed up a spider. Did laundry. Put away all my art history books. Put away my boots (goodbye bright red, suede thigh-highs).

And I collected information on graduate school. Gaaah. I need to sign up for a GRE class, sign up for a French or Italian class (thanks "You Must Be Fluent In AT LEAST One Other Language Requirement) and stab myself for graduating college a year ago and NOT APPLYING TO GRADUATE SCHOOL THEN. Not that I knew any French a year ago anyways. But at least I could pretend. I can either get a masters...or...become Dr. Wood. Art History PhD extraordinaire. Who can't spell vacuum. Or speak French.


On the other Dr. front...real Dr. not a wannabe one like me...Bear has an interview with St. George. WISH HIM LUCK.