Although I do quite enjoy that flick. I’m always up for one with half dressed men.
I’ve exceeded 300 posts. Now, this is not something I felt should warrant some big pomp and circumstance or even an acknowledgement. But I did think for a moment that it was quite an accomplishment because I started the blog on a lark and never expected to keep it going this long. Having said that, I do enjoy blogging and meeting new people and your comments and likes. I enjoy reading your blogs and seeing your photos. Thank you for letting me in to see a brief moment in time of your life.
So here’s to 300 more. We’ll see.
Oh yeah, and I bought new pink running shoes. My way of celebrating.
My daughter singing in the car – she has a beautiful voice
Standing outside in the pounding rain
My new Android phone – suck it Iphone.
Purple the color of fresh picked eggplants
Spotify – I’m obsessed with obscure music now
Dark chocolate 72% cacao squares – I eat one every night and enjoy every single bite
Walking down by the river front – catching a breeze off the water
Turning my face up to the sun and forgetting for one moment it causes wrinkles
Swedish films – go figure
That I’ve ordered a Ukelele – and I’m determined to learn to play
Big bouquets of basil – I’d rather have that than flowers
Merging onto the highway just as the sun is rising and it momentarily blinds me and I’m reminded of the wonder of it all
Ancient Aliens – I’m hooked on it and Giorgio’s hair
Eating a spoonful of peanut butter every night – it’s just good
Spinach in and on everything
Fuji apple pear water
Cinnamon in my tea
Good night spoons
Hats in the summer
I really like me
This morning I woke up craving an egg mcmuffin without any meat. I’m not known for getting these, but for some reason it sounded so good. Keeping with my vow not to go through drive thrus, I decided to make my own. So, one fried egg, a mini bagel smeared with butter and half a piece of american cheese, and it was, dare I say, better than anything I could have gotten in the car. I still have two light cappuccinos in my fridge, so I drank one today. A delicious hazelnut. Sometimes I really miss Starbucks.
It was pouring rain today and I was treated to a lightning storm out the window across from my desk. I stayed in for lunch, having brought mine and ate butternut squash tossed with greens and a salad. Again though, I cheated and had a Diet Mountain Dew. I’m blaming my soda consumption on my pure exhaustion. I haven’t been sleeping that well, woken up by the dog for middle of the night bush waterings and my own tossing and turning. I think I’ve been going to bed too early, so I’m trying to stay up until Midnight tonight. There has to be that perfect sleep number somewhere.
The farmer’s market was closed on my way home, so I went to the local grocery and settled on a loaf of French bread, with inferior brie and one of those steam in the bags of baby vegetables. Okay, so this isn’t very impressive and definitely not exactly what I had in mind. I have to find triple cream brie somewhere. The nearest gourmet food store is 40 minutes away, so I need to take a field trip this weekend.
Gearing up for Friday’s pitch-in. It’s a potluck at work where everyone brings a dish or two. I’m bringing a vegetable tray and salsa dip. The last two times I’ve made this intensely rich and decadent banana pudding. It just didn’t appeal to me this time.
So I need to widen my shopping range, really ask myself what I want and definitely go to Qdoba sometime this week. The mango salad looks delicious and now I want one. I also have to make it to the Mayan cafe and for freak’s sake, I’ve got to take more pictures.
Until tomorrow…have fun eating.
So I woke up feeling fruity so I made a smoothie with almond mild (so yummy) and frozen strawberries and mango. This time I didn’t include my usual two packets of Splenda. I had my usual coffee sans cream. For lunch, I had a salad with sunflower seeds and feta cheese. Dinner was leftover butternut squash and greens.
Let’s be honest. Nothing exciting about today’s food. But the smoothie was delicious and the salad was filling. Dinner was more of a throw together because I was exhausted by the time I got home. I really wanted a piece of caramel, but of course I want a piece of salted caramel, so decadent and delicious a Werther’s will not do.
I’m feuding with my parents again. It’s a culmination of all these years with a dash of how they treat my daughter sprinkled on top. But exploring food, brings me home again. It was always food that brought us together as a family, that was a catalyst for a visit or celebration. It was food my mother taught me was a balm for the blues. Having traveled and explored, I learned to differentiate between good food and mediocre. There really is no going back. Not with food, not with my family.
So I’ll look for that salted caramel this week and try to be a little more adventurous.