Food edition, apparently.
Things will be changing on my blog. Unfortunately, I feel I have to be more reserved and cautious about what I am writing freely, and so this may end up being one of those blogs that just feature a random eclectic mix of pictures and superficial (or not) observations. In any case, there isn't much of a loss!
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Sunday, in review.
- ONE. My morning started with a cup of green tea, pulling up all of the blinds and letting the morning light filter in. It's days like this that I don't want to do anything but listen to songs about Sunday Morning (Maroon 5).
- TWO. Stretches on my mat. Unfortunately, I don't have Sunday Morning on my Ipad (but curiously there is She Will Be Loved) so I settled for some Michael Buble.
- THREE. A quick cardio session at the gym, so I can spend time FaceTiming with the Polish boy in the evening. I'm desperately trying to transition to a morning gym routine, but can you blame me if I love my sleep?
- FOUR. Breakfast. My favorite lately is a piece of warm toast with cool avocado (refridgerated) and salt and pepper. I added in some almonds because this was after my workout, and a few delicious strawberries that have been popping up everywhere.
- FIVE Mass. An interesting homily on the ol' "Love is patient, Love is kind" 1 Corinthians 13:1-13.
- SIX. You can see my bra.
- SEVEN. Cauliflower at the Farmer's market. I bought two gigantic heads, salivating the whole time because I couldn't wait to steam them up. I'll be using one to try and make a cauliflower crust for ... pizza!
- EIGHT. Flowers, although at this time of the year the selection isn't as impressive and the prices are slightly higher than they usually are. I had to pass.
- NINE. Interesting booths. Although for whatever reason, I don't know why there is a booth selling bedsheets.
- TEN. My favorite sign. All the signs here are endearing, you know, for vegetables and fruits.
- ELEVEN. It was a whopping 72F degrees by 3PM, but it felt like 80F. I swear that on my walk to the Farmer's Market, I got a few shades darker. The warmth makes me love San Diego but hate walking underneath it's sun.
- TWELVE. These bags were heavy! The cauliflower plus zucchini and strawberries that I bought were over 10lbs, and my bag had my Canon Rebel and my Instax Mini 7S plus wallet, full water bottle, and etc. My shoulders killed!
- THIRTEEN. My spoils. But I cheated, the zucchini were not from the Farmer's Market. It's not the season for it, I believe, and so these were from the Farmer's Market store and probably grown in Mexico. They were HUGE!
- FOURTEEN. I love sauteed zucchini. I just add some butter to a pan, let it melt, throw in all my sliced zucchini and crack some lemon pepper over it then let it do it's magic.
- FIFTEEN. An early dinner. I really need to stop eating those Boca veggie patties.
- SIXTEEN. Hanging out with my three little stooges like I do every Sunday afternoon. They love to add "ta-ta" to the end of my name and chase me, climbing into my lap as a safe place and being the sweetest kids ever.
Unfortunately, my day stopped at 6PM, at least in terms of pictures. It's dark at 6PM and I got sick of photographing all the mundane things. I went to the store for some items I can't pick up elsewhere, and got home with bread and a pound cake I knew I shouldn't have had. It'll be good with tea, I think. Hell, it'll be good anyway, it's pound cake.
Anyway, that's basically my weekend. I joined the linkup at Sami's Shennanigans. Also, I did write a guest post over at Love and Life in Nicosia if you want to check it out. Hope you had a great weekend and that your week started well!
P.S. Did you know that if there are more usages of personal pronoun's and "I's" in your speech and writing, you are seen as more personable and relatable, but you are considered typically in lower status?
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
When I was in the third grade, there was this girl named Samantha that I wanted to be friends with because she was such a nice person. Everyone wanted to be Samantha's friend, and I found myself in the same camp. I can't say that it was a girl crush because back then I didn't think about girl crushes, but there probably was a slight hint of childhood infatuation.