Pouring Over Pictures: The Pintester Movement...get 'er done

I am not what I would call "an early riser." I would, however, call my weekend roommate a very late sleeper. And in a one bedroom apartment, the person who wakes up at 7:30 or 8 doesn't have many options for entertainment if she wants to continue having a free place to stay on the weekends. So many a-Sunday morning is spent laying on the couch surfing the web on my phone or Kindle. Usually there's Facebook (surprisingly slow at that hour), Huffingtonpost (a little more lively), PostSecret and eventually Pinterest. I usually save Pinterest for last, since I can literally kill many hours at a time there. One Sunday morning in April I clicked a pin that took me to blog post about knitting a chunky/funky scarf using your arms instead of needles. I had seen the arm-knit scarf a number of times, but because it was a Sunday and time needed to be killed, I decided to go read the directions. I know my limitations, and I knew without reading the directions that it was beyond my skill set...but I had time that I needed to kill. I was expecting to see ridiculously complicated directions couched with minimizing adjectives like "So easy!", "Fast!", "Simple!"...maybe even "A monkey could do it!" Only it wasn't the actual directions, it was a post on how a woman had tried - and failed miserably - to complete the funky/chunky arm-knit scarf. And it was so flipping hysterical that I lay on the sofa, muffling my laughter and literally wiping away tears that were streaming into my ears. I laughed so hard that I bookmarked her site. Followed her on Pinterest. Linked the post to Facebook. In retrospect, it may not be laugh-until-you-cry funny, but god, it sure hit me that morning.

She calls herself the Pintester. She isn't afraid of her potty mouth. She's fun, will try stupid stuff - sure, I pinned the "how to cut a wine bottle with string and fire" but I'm not stupid enough to try it. She was. Er, she was daring enough. But if I accidentally light my ex-husband's house on fire, chances are I'd have a lot more explaining to do than your average person. So anyway, she's doing this thing. It's called the Pintester Movement - you should go check it out. But if you're super lazy, the idea is this: Get off your lazy ass and actually DO something that you pinned. Take a picture. Write about it. Share the goodness. Or, potentially, the badness. Turns out badness probably has a lot more comedic potential...

I signed up for it and then went digging through my pins. I do DO my pins. Well, some of them. But I don't usually blog about them, unless they're scrapbook related. And I only really have two kinds of pins: scrapbooking and things that will land up on my hips. And ass. And chin. Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln, my chin is going to end with its own zip code. And of the food pins, a vast majority are 'blonde' - some sort of cheese/noodle, cheese/egg, cheese/potato combination. I really don't like to cook and I can only be bothered if I'm really going to love it. Turns out those three combinations are the only meal-type foods that I've deemed worthy of spending time in the kitchen for. I have some sweets pinned, but meh. Cheese is where it's at. So yeah. I'm searching through my pins, looking for something that's worth all that effort...and then picked the one that required the least amount of effort.

I chose a bacon and guacamole grilled cheese sandwich from the closetcooking.com blog.

Now might be a good time to confess that I've never purchased an avocado. It's on my to-do list. But it scares me. I have an awful track record for buying produce. I love plums, but I don't buy them. No matter how soft and tender and juicy they feel in the store, at home they morph into bitter, purple leather balls. Same deal with peaches - only they're not purple. In fact, that goes for just about every fruit with the exception of apples, tangerines and bananas. And I've screwed a couple of those up, too. So yes. I'm scared of buying avocados. I don't know what a bad avocado tastes like, and I'd like to keep it that way.

So. How does one make a bacon and guacamole grilled cheese sandwich without buying an avocado? Well, as it happens, one passes THREE Chipotles on the ride home from work. And why would one risk buying an avocado, go to all the work of making guacamole when fantastic guacamole can be had for a mere $1.80. Yes. I cheated. Don't care.

Why? Why does a rule follower such as myself feel that it's okay to scootch past the spirit of the 'game'? Because sometimes the ends justify the means.

Meet my end:

And no shit. This was TASTY. I'm not even a bacon fan, but there's something about that salty, smoky flavor that really makes the cool, refreshing guacamole sing. Oh. SO GOOD.

Molly is my only kid who is daring enough to eat guacamole. So when it was time for a taste test she was the only one who didn't snort at me in that teenager "yeah. right." kinda way.

Go Molly! I'm really proud of her for being brave enough to try it. I don't think she L♥♥♥VED it, but she said it was pretty good.

So here it is, the Pin and the Tested: