Last week the brilliant, hilarious, talented and gorgeous-inside-and-out Chelsea of The New Wifestyle (sorry for the capital letters Chels, I know how you feel about those) tagged me in probably my favorite blogger post chain to date: an open-ended quiz style list of questions about myself.
Now, I’m sorry to be a bit egotistical but come. on. Who doesn’t love answering questions like that? I can’t be the only one pretending to be a celebrity and participating in a very high-brow interview with, say, Vogue? You know you do it too. Right? Right?! RIGHT?
I’m a celebrity Chelsea tagged me and I love a good questionnaire, here is the interview below for your reading pleasure.
what “made up” world from a book would you like to live in and obviously why?
For some strange reason when I started thinking about this question, The Hunger Games immediately sprang to mind. Apparently because I’m a psycho. No, that’s definitely not true, I do not volunteer as tribute. Gosh, this is a hard question! Okay hmmm…..I’m going to have to go with Outlander because then I could be married to James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser. Heyooooo. Runner-up would be in a Shakespearean play – probably The Taming of the Shrew, because it’s my favorite. Can you imagine living in a world where everyone speaks exclusively iambic pentameter? Does it just come naturally, or do they have to actively think about phrasing their thoughts into that format? Okay, that’s enough, my theatre nerd is showing.
would you rather have to sweat mustard or sneeze bees?
Oh Lord. Sweat mustard for sure. Because think about it: if you, as a human, had the natural capability of producing mustard from your body, think of all the money you’d make! Mustard manufacturers would just follow you around all day with bottles. Have you ever thought about the mustard making process? Mustard seeds are teeny tiny, I bet it’s a pain in the butt to make mustard. Just think of how much more efficient it would be if you had it coming out of your pores. A little bit gross, but still way better than sneezing bees.
what is one of your absolute favorite meals? (please include your dessert selection)
You know I love food! Okay I have two answers, two meals that are tied for first place in my heart (and mouth). Surprisingly neither of them are tacos. The first is my mom’s chicken spaghetti recipe, which I’ve blogged here. It’s ooey and gooey and cheesy and comforting and delicious. Whenever it’s served, I eat embarrassing (like, we’re talking downright shameful) amounts. Same goes with my other favorite meal, another one of my mom’s recipes. We call it crock pot chicken, which as an adult I now realize is about the most vague name ever. It’s chicken breasts cut into halves, cooked in a delicious sauce of cream and mushrooms and dry cooking wine and paprika. It’s served over rice, and the sauce is even more delicious when you mop it up with some yummy crusty bread. I’ll have to blog that recipe sometime soon so you can enjoy it too. As for dessert, that’s another tie, between (again, you guessed it) two of my mom’s best dessert recipes: chocolate cake from scratch (there are two pounds of powdered sugar in the icing alone, people) and banana pudding. Both kick so much culinary ass, it’s ridiculous how good they are.
I’m starving now, and drooling a little bit. Thanks a lot, Chelsea.
if you knew you couldn’t fail, what would you do?
Oh man. Write all the books. Travel around the entire world for free. Be a rockstar. Buy a unicorn. Invent the next iPhone. Make wine have zero calories.
what 80s or 90s sitcom would you want to live in?
FULL HOUSE DUH. But only if I get to be Becky so I could make out with Uncle Jessie all day erry day (sorry, Andy).
what is something you would tell your high school self?
You can. Whatever you want to do, you can. The limitlessness of this phrase is so powerful to me. You can get the great job you so desperately want, Self. You can write the book. You can survive the tough times. The bottom line to all of these is, of course, that I had to do the work to get there. But with enough work, dear Self, you can do anything.
what is one of your most prized possessions? (pictures make things better)
My most prized possession would have to be a sapphire ring and matching bracelet that belonged to my nana. She and I are very close, and I’ve always loved that ring of hers. I suck and didn’t take a picture, but I’ll try to do it justice by way of explanation. It’s a marquis-cut sapphire set solitaire-style in yellow gold, with halos of tiny diamonds and more sapphires. It’s stunning. The matching bracelet contains oval-cut sapphires and small diamonds strung together on a thread of yellow gold. The set is so beautiful. She passed the set down to me for Christmas last year, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t cry over it.
Okay since that was so much fun (you liked it, you know you did), now it’s my turn to tag more blogging friends! You’re up, ladies.
Here are your questions:
If you could only read one book over and over and over and over again for the rest of your life, what would it be and why?
What’s the happiest memory you can think of? What makes it so special?
Quick – you’re going to a fun cooking class with your best friend. What are you dying to learn to cook?
What is your favorite song on Taylor Swift’s 1989 album and why? (Hint: the correct answer is “I Know Places”)
What would you do if you were the sole survivor of a plane crash?
Would you rather battle a man-eating minotaur blindfolded, or take on Homer’s cyclops with no weapons?
What is your biggest fear?
Most importantly, was the dress white and gold or blue and black?
Now, like Chelsea said in her post, even if I didn’t nominate you, I still like you a lot and would still really like to know the answer to one or any of the questions so feel free to post too!
—The Wife in Training