Archive for August 2011
My Pussy Hates Me
I don’t sleep very well, you know this already right? If not, don’t say I haven’t told you, because I did, many times. You just never listen to anything I say! Wait, no, that’s my husband. So, last night I was desperately trying to sleep. I was listening to the fan that runs in my bedroom, all year, for the white noise. I was counting my breaths: 1 for in, 2 for out (an awesome tip from a reader, since counting breaths up to 478,000 just keeps my mind as occupied and awake as anything else). I was doing everything… { read more }
Sage Roasted Potatoes
I think I’ve rambled on about my vegetable garden enough for you to know that I like growing my own veg as much as possible. Yesterday, my almost-three-year-old daughter said she wanted a carrot, went out in the back yard. grabbed one out of the dirt so we could wash it off and she ate it with the top still on like Bugs Bunny. So cute. Our red potato crop has done particularly well this year and so has my sage patch, so I put the two together and we’ve had a fair bit of sage roasted potatoes. So. Freaking…. { read more }
Non-Sequitur Monday
I was just looking back at this post I wrote ages ago with the creepiest image I’ve ever seen… go ahead and look, I’ll wait… and I saw Non-Sequitur Monday and thought: Uhm, yeah, I should do that again. *I decided to do Non-Sequitur Monday again because I just made hummus, and in the first post I wanted hummus and I thought that was too uncanny. Though maybe it just means I like hummus to an unreasonable degree. *My cat sleeps more than even a normal cat should, and I wonder if he doesn’t have brain damage from some head… { read more }
I’m Going to Pay You to Read My Blog
I’m pretty sure the global recession hasn’t really changed much—despite the fact that financial gurus want to tell us blah-di-blah and even though we’ve all politely agreed to stop talking about it so much—things are still pretty shitty, and I don’t know anyone who couldn’t use some extra money. Am I right? If I’m wrong, then you can just stop reading now, skip down to the bottom of the post, and leave me a comment about all your amazing piles of money and how you wouldn’t possibly want one more cent in your bank account. No? Yeah, that’s what I… { read more }
My New Ink
You’ve waited so patiently for pictures of my new tattoos. I’ve been a selfish procrastinator about getting the pictures up, but wait no longer. While I was in San Diego for Blogher I got three new pieces: one on my right bicep (shoulder) and one covering the inside of my right arm… whatever that area is called. I call it the axis of pain. Youch! Then some text on the inside of my right wrist. Since cooking so isn’t me, I got all of my favorite things to cook with: red onion, garlic, Italian parsley, bottle of olive oil, chef’s… { read more }
I Am More Than Tits & Ass
Yesterday I received a comment on my Good & Tasty Tuesday felafel post that food is “not me” and I should “pull myself together and write my funny, kinky, juicy” stories. I was genuinely shocked. Not only have I been posting weekly recipes…pretty much since day one of this blog… but the further implication that I am so two-dimensional that I should only write filthy banter (don’t get me wrong, I do love filthy banter), and can be told by someone else who I am, was offensive. Then I thought, is this my fault? Have I presented an online persona… { read more }
Felafel Lunch: Good & Tasty Tuesday
Lunchtime. It’s a bit of a hang up when trying to eat a bit better. Do you grab a quick, but nutritionally questionable something fast? Or just eat some fruit/pasta/something boring? Those options are about as good & tasty as a pile of dog crap, so probably best to avoid those. My thoughts are to take the ubiquitous sandwich & snack size bag of something and upgrade the hell out of it—in taste & nutritional value. Instead of processed lunch meat between two slices of white bread, I have this ridiculously yummy falafel with cucumber and mango chutney (or salsa… { read more }
We Are a Family of Giants
Yesterday at the Nature Center I was reminded that while I still want to wrap my seven year-old son in his baby blankets, that he is an absolute giant in this world. My daughter crossed this bridge, the whole time mumbling to herself Be careful. Be very careful. Very carefully. She might not actually be my daughter. Is it possible that they switched her with someone else’s daughter in the five seconds after I pushed her out until she was latched onto my breast? It’s unreasonable to tell a two year-old to not be too careful isn’t it? This butterfly… { read more }
Twitter Dreams Really Do Come True: Stream of Consciousness Sunday
I’m kind of in love with Twitter, I’m sure you’ve noticed. One of my favorite parts about Twitter is the direct line it gives you to individuals, companies, organizations… celebrities . I don’t get starstruck too easily, mostly because I know that everyone puts their pants on one leg at a time and last I checked, we all sit to shit so good for them that they’re so successful they’re famous, but that doesn’t automatically make me giggle and swoon. Except for celebrity chefs. I think you’ve also noticed that I’m a bit of a foodie. My new tattoo, yeah,… { read more }
Turning 30 Isn’t About Letting Go of Anything
My thirtieth birthday is September 10th. That’s soon. Surely you know me well enough by now to know that cash, Starbuck’s gift cards & kitchenware are all very acceptable gifts. That’s not the point. The point is that I’ve spent the last month reflecting on all things existential. Sounds lame, right? Screw you. It’s not. I’ve been thinking about my place in the universe, how I want to live in it, what it all meeeeeeeans. Not in like a mid-life crisis kind of way. Bitch, please. I plan on living a lot longer than 60, and as long as I… { read more }
