Today I went to Cafe Rio for lunch. Nothing unusual. I stepped up to the counter and was close enough to hear the man in front of me give his order. He and the server spoke in seamless Spanish as the man chose between types of frijoles, whether to have queso, and asked for extra cilantro (one of the things I love about Cafe Rio is you can get extra of something without them batting an eye). I listened in, and while I missed some words I understood most of the transaction. I don't know what it was but I liked listening to such a normal thing, that I almost belonged to, being transacted in another language.
Then, as the man's order concluded and the server started to turn to me I had a moment where I wondered how he would address me and what his accent would sound like. I assumed he'd switch to English and he did...effortlessly, and with hardly a recognizable accent. Then I ordered, making all the same decisions (I asked for extra pico de gallo), but with everything taking place in English.
I'm having a hard time pinpointing why I left Cafe Rio with a little bubble of joyful satisfaction in my heart. I think it had something to do with how we (I included) seem to separate the places where different languages belong and are used. I mean, sure, I was in a Spanish style restaurant where Hispanics are heavily employed, but it's still a place that I (who am so obviously Caucasian that the server knew to use English before even looking at me) often frequent and am very comfortable with. I liked how the two languages seemed to coexist so tranquilly in the same space, under the same purpose. I liked that it was all so easy, comfortable, and almost friendly feeling. It made me wish even more that I actually spoke Spanish, but mostly it made me wish we could all feel that way, around all languages and nationalities, all the time.
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
learn how to cook, people, learn how to cook
So I made a comment on Facebook and I simply have to expound. In my ward we like to help each other. In particular, the Relief Society is very good about getting people to take meals to people who have just had babies and stuff like that. Well, I got a call the other day asking if I'd take a meal to a woman who recently had surgery (or something like that) on both her ankles and so is incapacitated. Sure, I'd be happy to. Well, the next day, as I was thinking about what I'd take, it occurred to me that she might have some little kids or something that I might have to make enough food for. So I called Judy (who'd called me before) to find out.
"Hi Judy, this is Adrian. I was just wondering if she has any kids or something like that that I should plan for."
"Oh yes, she has a daughter who lives with her.
(I imagine a little girl between 5 and 15)
she's 21..."
...there is a slight pause while I check my hearing, and Judy reads my mind.
"Yeah, she doesn't cook."
Me, "oh ok. Well, just wanted to know."
I hang up and start a dialog with myself.
Doesn't cook? What in the world does that mean? And what kind of spoiled kid is she that her mother is laid up for weeks and she doesn't try to learn while good people from the ward serve her free food, brought to her door, night after night? I don't even know if they ever go to church. It's like my equivalent of how Dad gets bugged when people who haven't attended church for 30 years call the Elders when they need help moving.
Guaranteed that if it was my mother and me in the same situation I would be doing the cooking and everything else. And probably still be taking meals to new mothers and such. I thought of calling back and offering to teach this unfortunate how to cook. Then I realized how mean I was sounding. Maybe there is some reason she "doesn't cook." Maybe she works crazy hours, or maybe she is mentally challenged or had her own surgery. Yes, there are a million perfectly logical explanations and I certainly hope to find out that one of them is true when I take the food over tonight. But even if I don't I've decided to not be rude or bugged about it. After all, I'm not really doing this for them, am I? I'm doing it for myself, to practice charity. I just hope they like egg rolls cause that's what I had planned for Ty and I and I don't want to go grocery shopping again for a few days.
This little situation has, though, made me ponder a lot lately about people who don't cook. Honestly, it's not that hard. Even if you don't feel comfortable in the kitchen, you can still follow instructions, can't you? Pull out a recipe and practice doing what someone else tells you. As long as you start with components that are edible for humans, chances are that the result will be edible too. You'll get more comfortable with time. It's just a place to start.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
going to bed
It is interesting the things you learn while being married. Particularly things about preference. The simple fact is that the way we do most things really has very little to no reference to whether that way is better or faster or whatever than any other way, we just do it like that because we like to...it is our preference. And it's amazing how many things don't really make any logical sense, you just like it like that.
For example, my husband and I have found that I like small cups, but big spoons while he likes big cups and small spoons. He gets hot more easily than me, yet I tend to take colder showers (he can turn it hot enough to scald a small child). I am somewhat picky about the water I drink and can taste differences, while he rarely gives it a second thought. I look forward to going to bed and he dreads it.
This brings me to another thought. It fascinates me how some people think of sleep as a waste of time. Some time ago I noticed this and started asking people, "If you had to give up either eating or sleeping, which would you choose." (Feel free to comment and tell me your answer, I'd love to hear.) I am surprised whenever anyone says sleep cause I would pick food hands down. In follow up questions it seems to be almost unanimous that people who would give up sleep love the idea of having that much more time to do things or get things done. However, that is just what I love about sleep! It is eight hours in everyday when no one can bug you about getting anything done, eight full hours of non-accountability and even commendable idleness. Fantastic! Why on earth would you want to give that up?
Maybe I can understand the sentiment a little, cause one reason I sometimes wish I didn't have to eat is because I could use that time doing other things. To me, eating is a waste of time...and those are hours I am accountable for and I actually need to be getting things done. I mean, I enjoy food by and large, it's just that I think eating should be a leisure activity, like reading or snowshoeing. It doesn't have to be done everyday or even on a schedule, but just when it's convenient and you want to. I could totally go for an arrangement like that. Yeah, that's it, I've decided. If I ever make a world, eating will be a leisure activity...and I'll still look forward to going to bed.
For example, my husband and I have found that I like small cups, but big spoons while he likes big cups and small spoons. He gets hot more easily than me, yet I tend to take colder showers (he can turn it hot enough to scald a small child). I am somewhat picky about the water I drink and can taste differences, while he rarely gives it a second thought. I look forward to going to bed and he dreads it.
This brings me to another thought. It fascinates me how some people think of sleep as a waste of time. Some time ago I noticed this and started asking people, "If you had to give up either eating or sleeping, which would you choose." (Feel free to comment and tell me your answer, I'd love to hear.) I am surprised whenever anyone says sleep cause I would pick food hands down. In follow up questions it seems to be almost unanimous that people who would give up sleep love the idea of having that much more time to do things or get things done. However, that is just what I love about sleep! It is eight hours in everyday when no one can bug you about getting anything done, eight full hours of non-accountability and even commendable idleness. Fantastic! Why on earth would you want to give that up?
Maybe I can understand the sentiment a little, cause one reason I sometimes wish I didn't have to eat is because I could use that time doing other things. To me, eating is a waste of time...and those are hours I am accountable for and I actually need to be getting things done. I mean, I enjoy food by and large, it's just that I think eating should be a leisure activity, like reading or snowshoeing. It doesn't have to be done everyday or even on a schedule, but just when it's convenient and you want to. I could totally go for an arrangement like that. Yeah, that's it, I've decided. If I ever make a world, eating will be a leisure activity...and I'll still look forward to going to bed.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
check this out
It's a blog that gives you a new ingredient every week to use in a recipie. You post your recipie with a picture and each week a winner is picked who gets a prize for their effort. Fun stuff! At least I thought that some of you might like to try it. I will say, though, that I haven't a clue what to do with rubarb, so maybe I'll check it out again next week.
www.ingredientchallenge.com
P.S. I cannot seem to figure out how to directly link sites. It should be easy, I pull up hyperlink and enter the site, but then you can't see it in my post. If you have any brilliant tips, please share.
www.ingredientchallenge.com
P.S. I cannot seem to figure out how to directly link sites. It should be easy, I pull up hyperlink and enter the site, but then you can't see it in my post. If you have any brilliant tips, please share.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
just for the joy of blogging
I really really wanted to blog today, don't know why, so I am determined to tell you something...something that is hopefully uplifting and fun and worth reading...gimme a sec...ok, I've got it. A friend blogger once did a "100 things" entry and I liked it. I'm not sure if I'll make it to 100, but I'll do my best.
1. I love that my sister gets to have a Spain adventure.
2. Ok is really meant to be spelled "ok." "Okay" is actually an extenuation of the original word.
3. I love that my brother and his wife are going to be living close to me this fall. I plan to have many Rock Band parties.
4. I love that my sister is going to be living close to me this fall. I plan to have many throwing parties.
5. I love that my boyfriend-hopefully-more-than-that-soon will soon be living closer to me (at least he has, in earnest, been talking about finding a place up here).
6. Some wedding dresses are REALLY beautiful.
7. Most of them are strapless, which is both unfortunate and unimaginative.
8. I love nachos, homemade with homemade guacamole and/or salsa. They may just be the perfect food.
9. I love my car. It is so simple and nice and has awesome gas mileage.
10. I love shoes. I have too many, yet always seem to have room for more. I did get rid of 15 pairs about a month ago, though, which fact I celebrated by buying about 3 more.
11. My split keyboard is wonderful. I didn't even think I'd miss it until I didn't have it for about a week. Those were dark days.
12. My boyfriend doesn't read my blog. Ha! So I think I'll start saying more about him, just to see if he ever peeks.
13. My job can be really boring sometimes. I miss the lady I used to work with. She was really fun to talk to and at least made things just a little more interesting.
14. I love personality profiles. They help people make more sense and that has to be a good thing for all of us.
15. I have never been skydiving but think I would like it.
16. Today I saw a thing at a track where you can pay like four grand to hang out and drive super awesome cars around, just for fun, all day. They even include champagne. I think I want to do it (sans champagne, of course).
17. Did I ever tell you that I like cars?
18. I think kids are cute, but have never been the type to want to hold someone's baby. The thing usually starts crying and I don't know what to do so I feel stupid and can't wait for the mom to take it back. This used to worry me a bit til my Mom told me that she'd been about the same and that it's totally different with your own. I can believe that because it's already so different with my sister's kids.
19. I LOVE my nieces and nephews.
20. Wow, number 20, that's one fifth of 100.
21. I love stand-up comedy and am so glad that people in my life have introduced me to the joys of Brian Regan, and Mitch Hedburg.
22. I have an oscillating fan and like to ask it questions that a fan would say "no" to. Do you keep my hair in place?...That's right. Do you keep my papers in order?...no, you do not. Do you have three settings?...liar.
23. I am super lucky...so healthy, have everything I need plus people who love me enough that they actually read at least 23 things that were on my mind today.
24. Did you know that you can listen to Carol Tuttle's radio show streaming online? I'm gonna start listening to it at work sometimes instead of the radio.
25. Ok, that's one fourth of 100. I'm thinking that that is probably good for today. Maybe I'll pick it up on another day that I desperately want to blog, but have no defining motive.
1. I love that my sister gets to have a Spain adventure.
2. Ok is really meant to be spelled "ok." "Okay" is actually an extenuation of the original word.
3. I love that my brother and his wife are going to be living close to me this fall. I plan to have many Rock Band parties.
4. I love that my sister is going to be living close to me this fall. I plan to have many throwing parties.
5. I love that my boyfriend-hopefully-more-than-that-soon will soon be living closer to me (at least he has, in earnest, been talking about finding a place up here).
6. Some wedding dresses are REALLY beautiful.
7. Most of them are strapless, which is both unfortunate and unimaginative.
8. I love nachos, homemade with homemade guacamole and/or salsa. They may just be the perfect food.
9. I love my car. It is so simple and nice and has awesome gas mileage.
10. I love shoes. I have too many, yet always seem to have room for more. I did get rid of 15 pairs about a month ago, though, which fact I celebrated by buying about 3 more.
11. My split keyboard is wonderful. I didn't even think I'd miss it until I didn't have it for about a week. Those were dark days.
12. My boyfriend doesn't read my blog. Ha! So I think I'll start saying more about him, just to see if he ever peeks.
13. My job can be really boring sometimes. I miss the lady I used to work with. She was really fun to talk to and at least made things just a little more interesting.
14. I love personality profiles. They help people make more sense and that has to be a good thing for all of us.
15. I have never been skydiving but think I would like it.
16. Today I saw a thing at a track where you can pay like four grand to hang out and drive super awesome cars around, just for fun, all day. They even include champagne. I think I want to do it (sans champagne, of course).
17. Did I ever tell you that I like cars?
18. I think kids are cute, but have never been the type to want to hold someone's baby. The thing usually starts crying and I don't know what to do so I feel stupid and can't wait for the mom to take it back. This used to worry me a bit til my Mom told me that she'd been about the same and that it's totally different with your own. I can believe that because it's already so different with my sister's kids.
19. I LOVE my nieces and nephews.
20. Wow, number 20, that's one fifth of 100.
21. I love stand-up comedy and am so glad that people in my life have introduced me to the joys of Brian Regan, and Mitch Hedburg.
22. I have an oscillating fan and like to ask it questions that a fan would say "no" to. Do you keep my hair in place?...That's right. Do you keep my papers in order?...no, you do not. Do you have three settings?...liar.
23. I am super lucky...so healthy, have everything I need plus people who love me enough that they actually read at least 23 things that were on my mind today.
24. Did you know that you can listen to Carol Tuttle's radio show streaming online? I'm gonna start listening to it at work sometimes instead of the radio.
25. Ok, that's one fourth of 100. I'm thinking that that is probably good for today. Maybe I'll pick it up on another day that I desperately want to blog, but have no defining motive.
Monday, June 23, 2008
if i renamed my blog
If I were to rename my blog I believe I would have to call it 'ebelskiver' because I'm pretty sure it is my new favorite word. I mean, go ahead, say it (it's pronounced 'ebl-skeever' with a soft 'e' like 'edible')...fun, huh? So it is my new word of the day. Now, do you know what an ebleskiver is? It's a Danish, ball-like pancake that is pretty yummy according to this link. Check it out.
http://neverbashfulwithbutter.blogspot.com/2007/02/danish-pancake-balls-aebleskiver.html
I am now tempted to make some little ebelskivers. Only, I would need to have an ebelskiver pan like this:
Funny, huh? Well, you learn something new everyday I guess...and if it's a fun word, I'm pretty sure you get double bonus points.
Monday, April 14, 2008
love/hate relationships
Every now and then it puzzles and fascinates me when I notice that there is something in my life that one day I will just be in raptures over and love like crazy...and then the next day it's driving me crazy and I almost wish it didn't exist at all. I call them my love/hate relationships. There aren't many, but they are significant enough to weave a web of delight and entertaining frustration into my simple existence. Here are a few:
DONUTS:
Donuts are delicious. No one can deny that. The sugary cakey treat always calls to me whenever they are around. They are even attractive looking with their poofy shape and smooth frostings, or else tantalizing crumby coverings. Yummy! But just as sure as they will call to my eyes and nose, they will wreak havoc on my digestive system. My poor stomach will always cry to me, "Why would you expose me to such filth?!" And I always find myself apologising with a promise to never commit such another misdeed...I am getting better and better at only eating 1/2 to 1 donut at a time. That seems to reduce my tummy's complaints to a gentle murmur, easily drowned with a pure fruit smoothie or spinach salad.
FOOD IN GENERAL:
Anyone who knows me knows I like food. My mom has often called me a gourmet when I am preparing a dish that takes a little longer but tastes and looks delicious; and my siblings used to tease at how perfectly I would spread the tomatoes over the top of my 7-layer bean dip. I love to create perfectly proportioned yogurt smoothies, guacamole, humus, or make up something that is unique and delicious from whatever I can find in the kitchen. That is, of course, if I don't have time to actually shop and make something from a new recipe I've been wanting to try. Food is delicious, and almost never more so than when I can make it myself.
On the flip side, sometimes I just don't have time to make it myself and I am relegated to eating at a fast food place merely so I can finish my day, even if I'd rather not have a bread and meat sandwich. Sometimes I will be going about my business and will get dizzy or tired or my stomach will hurt and I think, "What in the world is wrong?" Then I see the clock and realize it's been hours since my last meal...oh. And I do get hungry about every 3 hours...Good for metabolism, an absolute nightmare to shop for. I get so sick of trying to find healthy and yummy snacks that I can leave at work and eat cold whenever I get hungry. And when I do find something I like, I always get tired of it after about a week and then have to come up with something else. ACK!
BOOKS:
Ah, this may be the ultimate. You all know I love to read and have since I was a kid. Don't know exactly what it is, but there is nothing quite like a well crafted story that is poetically phrased and gets you so involved in the characters that you start to think of them as family. I LOVE IT! I could spend hours in a book if my eyes, shoulders, and bum wouldn't get tired of it. But there you see the not-so-much-like side. I COULD spend hours and hours in a book. However, I have a life, and there are things I need to do in that life, and if I am spending hours with my nose in a book those things are not getting done. Hence, I have to forgo finding my heroines fate until after work, or til the laundry gets done, or I get something to eat so my stomach will stop growling. ARG! And all the while her heart, and possibly life, is hanging in the balance! Oh my, I can hardly take it. So all the way to the dentist I am anxiously pondering her possible fates and those of all whom she is connected with. Three weeks later (days if I give in to the urge to read) I finally am relieved of my anxiety, now knowing what happened, and then have to look forward to an interval of no book to read which is, in itself, both a relaxation and a nuisance. Ah me, what shall I do? ;)
A FEW OTHERS IN SHORT:
Shaving: Smooth legs are nice, but they get prickly so fast.
Cold: I love the snow and cuddling up in a sweater, but some days all I want is to be really warm.
Dancing with the Stars: I want to be a star so I can be on that show, but does every dance have to relate to you-know-what and do the costumes have to be so sparse?
That's all I can think of now, and certainly it is enough.
DONUTS:
Donuts are delicious. No one can deny that. The sugary cakey treat always calls to me whenever they are around. They are even attractive looking with their poofy shape and smooth frostings, or else tantalizing crumby coverings. Yummy! But just as sure as they will call to my eyes and nose, they will wreak havoc on my digestive system. My poor stomach will always cry to me, "Why would you expose me to such filth?!" And I always find myself apologising with a promise to never commit such another misdeed...I am getting better and better at only eating 1/2 to 1 donut at a time. That seems to reduce my tummy's complaints to a gentle murmur, easily drowned with a pure fruit smoothie or spinach salad.
FOOD IN GENERAL:
Anyone who knows me knows I like food. My mom has often called me a gourmet when I am preparing a dish that takes a little longer but tastes and looks delicious; and my siblings used to tease at how perfectly I would spread the tomatoes over the top of my 7-layer bean dip. I love to create perfectly proportioned yogurt smoothies, guacamole, humus, or make up something that is unique and delicious from whatever I can find in the kitchen. That is, of course, if I don't have time to actually shop and make something from a new recipe I've been wanting to try. Food is delicious, and almost never more so than when I can make it myself.
On the flip side, sometimes I just don't have time to make it myself and I am relegated to eating at a fast food place merely so I can finish my day, even if I'd rather not have a bread and meat sandwich. Sometimes I will be going about my business and will get dizzy or tired or my stomach will hurt and I think, "What in the world is wrong?" Then I see the clock and realize it's been hours since my last meal...oh. And I do get hungry about every 3 hours...Good for metabolism, an absolute nightmare to shop for. I get so sick of trying to find healthy and yummy snacks that I can leave at work and eat cold whenever I get hungry. And when I do find something I like, I always get tired of it after about a week and then have to come up with something else. ACK!
BOOKS:
Ah, this may be the ultimate. You all know I love to read and have since I was a kid. Don't know exactly what it is, but there is nothing quite like a well crafted story that is poetically phrased and gets you so involved in the characters that you start to think of them as family. I LOVE IT! I could spend hours in a book if my eyes, shoulders, and bum wouldn't get tired of it. But there you see the not-so-much-like side. I COULD spend hours and hours in a book. However, I have a life, and there are things I need to do in that life, and if I am spending hours with my nose in a book those things are not getting done. Hence, I have to forgo finding my heroines fate until after work, or til the laundry gets done, or I get something to eat so my stomach will stop growling. ARG! And all the while her heart, and possibly life, is hanging in the balance! Oh my, I can hardly take it. So all the way to the dentist I am anxiously pondering her possible fates and those of all whom she is connected with. Three weeks later (days if I give in to the urge to read) I finally am relieved of my anxiety, now knowing what happened, and then have to look forward to an interval of no book to read which is, in itself, both a relaxation and a nuisance. Ah me, what shall I do? ;)
A FEW OTHERS IN SHORT:
Shaving: Smooth legs are nice, but they get prickly so fast.
Cold: I love the snow and cuddling up in a sweater, but some days all I want is to be really warm.
Dancing with the Stars: I want to be a star so I can be on that show, but does every dance have to relate to you-know-what and do the costumes have to be so sparse?
That's all I can think of now, and certainly it is enough.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
buckwheat
So, today I made pancakes all on my own for what I think was the first time in my life. Funny huh? That seems like such a normal thing to make. Even single guys who couldn't boil water somehow know how to whip up a batch of pancakes. Nonetheless, this was my first. And there are a couple good reasons why...well, maybe just one. I don't really like pancakes. I never have. I don't recall ever hearing that we were having pancakes and looking forward to it, it was more of a drudgery to be endured (yet I always loved waffles...hm). That is until my mother discovered buckwheat. If you've never had pancakes with some buckwheat substituted for some of the wheat you really ought to try it. I'm sure there are people who won't like it at all, but, surprisingly, I love it! When at home and I know those are on the menu, I actually do perk up and look forward to it.
So last weekend I was in Vegas and got to stay with my cute brother and his new wife and they made pancakes with a wheat-free gluten-free mix that was really yummie and got me to thinking that maybe I could like pancakes. Thus, before returning to Utah I got some of that mix as well as some buckwheat pancake mix; today at church I invited a friend over; and tonight I made pancakes for my first time ever. I put a ton of blueberries in that I'd purchase especially for the occasion, cooked them up, and voila! They were irregularly shaped, but very yummy.
Those pancakes with a little scrambled eggs and a sweet, fresh orange made a fabulous Sunday supper that I am looking forward to repeating in the future. So here's to learning something new, and trying it!
P.S. I realize it's kind of funny that I would like waffles but not pancakes, and I've thought about it and think it must be something to do with texture. Waffles are crisper, and buckwheat pancakes have a kind of gritty texture, as do cornmeal pancakes from Ihop that I also recently discovered that I love. They taste a lot like corn bread (which is one of my favorites) and are super yummy. So all these things are more grainy-like, I guess, than usual pancakes...and it would seem that I like that alot.
So last weekend I was in Vegas and got to stay with my cute brother and his new wife and they made pancakes with a wheat-free gluten-free mix that was really yummie and got me to thinking that maybe I could like pancakes. Thus, before returning to Utah I got some of that mix as well as some buckwheat pancake mix; today at church I invited a friend over; and tonight I made pancakes for my first time ever. I put a ton of blueberries in that I'd purchase especially for the occasion, cooked them up, and voila! They were irregularly shaped, but very yummy.
Those pancakes with a little scrambled eggs and a sweet, fresh orange made a fabulous Sunday supper that I am looking forward to repeating in the future. So here's to learning something new, and trying it!
P.S. I realize it's kind of funny that I would like waffles but not pancakes, and I've thought about it and think it must be something to do with texture. Waffles are crisper, and buckwheat pancakes have a kind of gritty texture, as do cornmeal pancakes from Ihop that I also recently discovered that I love. They taste a lot like corn bread (which is one of my favorites) and are super yummy. So all these things are more grainy-like, I guess, than usual pancakes...and it would seem that I like that alot.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
bring it on
So, this weekend I attended my new ward where I am living now. I'll admit that I hadn't committed myself to switching wards as of Sunday, but I went to their orientation and meetings, enjoyed myself, and filled out a transfer records form. Then, before you know it, I had met with the bishop, they had my picture, and I was on my way home with a pleasant sense of incredulity bouncing around inside somewhere between my shoulders and my bellybutton.
Hm, crazy, I'm really changing wards.
Then I started to get kind of excited about the idea. Especially the idea of living within 5 minutes of all my meetings and activities. Hallelujah! What have I been missing all these years? So, in celebration of my new found convenience, I went to my first ward activity Monday night. It was a barbecue (yes, and it was cold for the first day in like three weeks...oh the irony, but I won't vamp on that just now) and I had a very nice time. Mostly, I think, because I am determined to jump in with both feet, make friends, meet boys, and get into it like I've already been there for years. It took me a long time last time, but I am a new person now. This is gonna be so much fun! So I talk to people I'd never met and one whom I had, and even got invited to a social not-ward activity! Woah! I'm sure my cute younger sister is used to experiences like that, but it is a new one for me. So there you have it. I had a great time and am fully excited for this new chapter in my singles wards experience. Bring it on, baby, bring it on. :)
Hm, crazy, I'm really changing wards.
Then I started to get kind of excited about the idea. Especially the idea of living within 5 minutes of all my meetings and activities. Hallelujah! What have I been missing all these years? So, in celebration of my new found convenience, I went to my first ward activity Monday night. It was a barbecue (yes, and it was cold for the first day in like three weeks...oh the irony, but I won't vamp on that just now) and I had a very nice time. Mostly, I think, because I am determined to jump in with both feet, make friends, meet boys, and get into it like I've already been there for years. It took me a long time last time, but I am a new person now. This is gonna be so much fun! So I talk to people I'd never met and one whom I had, and even got invited to a social not-ward activity! Woah! I'm sure my cute younger sister is used to experiences like that, but it is a new one for me. So there you have it. I had a great time and am fully excited for this new chapter in my singles wards experience. Bring it on, baby, bring it on. :)
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
i love bean burritos
So, I work almost everyday of my life. Coincidentally, I eat lunch almost everyday of my life. Admittedly I sometimes wish I didn't have to eat. I mean, I spend so much time planning, preparing and eating meals that I would love to commit to hiking, writing, shopping, or just getting my workday over with sooner. Alas, that is not to be, so I continue my daily struggle to nourish myself sufficiently at the lunch hour.
Which brings me to Albertson's, or rather the yummy little mini bean burritos they sell in their deli section. They are delicious. So, every other week or so I will trot (ok, maybe I don't quite trot, but I definitely walk in a sprightly manner) over to Albertson's to purchase some mini bean burritos and various sides. I might get some cheese and a Bolthouse smoothie or carrot juice. Just lately I got some sugar snap peas and red grapes. Then I take it all to work, leave it in the fridge and have it all for lunch for about 4 days. It's a delicious little combination and I highly recommend it. Tell you what, those little burritos make lunch almost worth having.
Which brings me to Albertson's, or rather the yummy little mini bean burritos they sell in their deli section. They are delicious. So, every other week or so I will trot (ok, maybe I don't quite trot, but I definitely walk in a sprightly manner) over to Albertson's to purchase some mini bean burritos and various sides. I might get some cheese and a Bolthouse smoothie or carrot juice. Just lately I got some sugar snap peas and red grapes. Then I take it all to work, leave it in the fridge and have it all for lunch for about 4 days. It's a delicious little combination and I highly recommend it. Tell you what, those little burritos make lunch almost worth having.
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