I must confess that I wasn’t an “early adopter” of Arrested Development fandom. When it debuted, I was still in high school, actually–can I use that as an excuse, since we all know that high schoolers are decades away from good taste? (Which is why I should probably worry that my taste in music and books is oddly similar to what it was 10 years ago. Whatever.)
The point I am clumsily rambling toward is this: even then, before I was a fan of the show, I knew of and recognized Tobias Funke as “the guy from Arrested Development.” Of all the incredible characters on the show, I would argue he’s the most iconic of all. The never-nude (that’s a real thing by the way, affecting more people than just two members of the German parliament), world’s first analrapist (that’s analyst+therapist), Blue Man Group understudy, aspiring actor with catlike reflexes, and “Frightened Inmate #2.” Also, most definitely gay, which is obvious to everyone but him:
I don’t know about you, but if this man made it into the Blue Man Group, he would definitely be my favorite.
These waffles are for him, and for you, and for me. Just like Tobias, they are a little… Off, in a good way. As in, I put cheese in them and I’m not sorry. So, BLUE ME, WORLD. (Line of inspirational posters coming soon.)
So, to help you recover, we’re making soup. In honor of Lindsay Bluth Funke, born Nellie Sitwell: charity event-thrower, cause taker-upper (HOOP, anyone?), shopper, unsuccessful business launcher, hands-off mother (to someone who just happens to be one of the coolest characters in television–so “Maeby” there’s something to the Funkes’ parenting style; I’m just saying).
(Yes, if I had children, it’s possible I would gather parenting insights from sitcoms. Let’s all be grateful that I do not.)
(photo from http://fashionandhistrionics.blogspot.com/)
Lindsay is by no means domestic, but when she tries, you get a big spoonful of Hot Ham Water. It’s a fine idea–and revolutionary, to boot–but I’m thinking Hot Ham and Vegetable Water would be even better.
There are only two correct answers to that query, the first of which is:
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The second of which is: there are only 8 days until the return of Arrested Development! Also known as: The Unmaking of a Huge Mistake.
Am I a fan? YES. Am I excited? YES. What was my first thought when my girl Elizabeth aka the SugarHero brilliantly suggested we come up with some recipes to celebrate this legendary event? HELL YES.
And that’s what we’re doing here! A week full of Arrested Development-inspired food from both of us. Fellow AD fans, this is no illusion: hop on the stair van, because we’re going to the model home. All. Week. Long. It’ll be more fun than Motherboy.
Everyone else, please pardon the interruption and endless gratuitous references to the show–I hope you still enjoy the recipes. Also, WHAT are you doing with your life. (Statement, not a question.)
I’m kicking things off with a nod (and a too-long wink) to Lucille. The matriarch of the Bluth family enjoys her cocktails–and if it’s before noon, a sensible piece of toast will make it breakfast.
Do you remember the last time you initially hung out with a person you met through a mutual friend, without said mutual friend? No buffer, no safety blanket! Chaos! I (being a bit of a recluse) squirm just thinking about it. This platonic situation is scarier than a first date in my opinion–no doubt.
It usually works out well in the end though, doesn’t it? Your friends have good taste in human companionship–duh.
And… That’s kind of what this situation is. Strawberry-banana? Everywhere. Strawberry-rhubarb? Classic. Banana-rhubarb? Say what?
Yes, I know. It’s a bit strange without strawberries in the mix, but there’s no reason it should be. Sweet meets tart, all embedded in a cool, tangy frozen yogurt. The flavor combination is interesting, but not exactly challenging. It makes sense and most importantly, it tastes dandy. I suggest making this. I suggest taking it to your next friend date.
(Actually, scratch that, that’s weird. Keep it all for yourself. SOCIAL CRISIS AVERTED.)
Somebody hold me… Because in nine days, it’s time to say goodbye to The Office. Forever. I don’t know if I’m ready yet.
(And the lines between TV talk and food talk blur once again… Bear with me? If you want?)
Critics say the U.S. version of the show overstayed its welcome, to which I respond: duh, and it’s all because of unsophisticated ding dongs like me, who kept watching no matter what. Sorry, serious legitimate critics and Comic Book Guys (and Ladies) of the world.
What can I say? I’m loyal. And I, for one, am glad the show stuck around as long as it did, despite the peaks and valleys. Here’s why:
1. Its success practically spawned Parks and Recreation, which we can all agree is literally amazing, sharp television, no?
2. It exposed the world to the girly genius of Mindy Kaling.
3. The Office at its worst was still a thousand times better than Two and a Half Broke Whitneys or whatever.
4. If it took that long to take Pam and Jim from nauseatingly perfect to real-life perfect, I’m okay with that. 5. Finally, if we had to tolerate a weak season (or a few) to get an epic a capella showdown involving Stephen Colbert (can’t find a clip to link, so sad), I’m game.
In short, I think this is a good time to give our insides a big old hug with springtime comfort food. That’s not as weird as it sounds… I don’t think.
Two items on the agenda today! Well, three if you count the salad.
In fact, I can cover the salad ground briefly right now: it’s fresh, it’s seasonal, it’s healthy, it’s vegan, it’s crunchy and avocado-creamy, and it’s delicious. It’s also completely self-explanatory, which allows me to talk about something else with you today. Selfish, I know, but sometimes these things can speak for themselves… Everyone knows that celery is especially eloquent.
Anyway, I was readingthis lovely post by my friend Sara the other day, and it reminded me of something I thought of a while back and keep meaning to discuss.