I have a confession to make. I have a very bad habit… I know , I know you didn’t come here for this but …but I have to share..I…I…I talk to myself. HAHAHAHAHAHA! Not like everyday, just in moments of genuine excitement or pure frustration. As an example, it would not be uncommon for me to murmur a “C’mon Andrea, really?!?!” when I realized I left the house without putting on deodorant…again. Or even a quiet cheer of “yay yum!!” as I’m digging into my favorite Sweetz Bakery cupcake. (If I mention them enough, I’m hoping for a free cupcake hookup…just kidding…kinda) . This unique skill set of self expression bore itself out of my awkwardness and surprisingly contributes to it today. This was all the more evident in my recent return trip from a lunch break.
That day was hot. No, it was stupid hot and as the day progressed I grew more and more uncomfortable. To make matters worse, I chose the wrong undergarments. Bad undergarments can truly ruin a woman’s day as she will be preoccupied with finding stealth ways to make “ahem” adjustments. After a late lunch break, I pulled into the parking lot. I made an adjustment as I undid my seatbelt. As I stand to exit my car, I realized my adjustments were futile. In that moment in pure unadulterated frustration , I shout to myself “my boob itches!!!!!” and begin to scratch it in what I thought was in an empty parking lot.
“Oh are you going home then?” a quiet sincere voice says to me over my shoulder. In my fit, I failed to see the nice older gentleman custodian and his colleague heading in my direction. There I was, mortified and frozen with my hand on my boob. I adjusted quickly and tried to play dumb. “Oh…um… no I’m not going home. I’m just coming from lunch.” The older gentleman nodded ok and kept walking toward the building.
I ducked back into my car like I’m looking for something, like a place to hide.
I found this recipe in the body and spirit section of Essence’s May 2012 issue. I have made it several times and it is the true essence of summer! It is delightfully refreshing and a fave of my hubby! I usually pair it with a broiled salmon with a Caribbean jerk rub. Fab and easy to make! Try it out and let me know what you think!
Tropical Cucumber Avocado Salad
makes 4 servings
prep time: 15 minutes
2 T lime juice
2 tsp light brown sugar
1 tsp rice or white wine vinegar
2 T fresh orange juice
1/4 tsp crushed red pepper flakes
1/3 cup extra-virgin olive oil
salt and pepper
1 med. seedless cucumber, cut into 3/4-inch dice
1 avocado, cut into 3/4-inch dice
1 mango, cut into 3/4-inch dic
1/4 red onion, thinly sliced
3 cups arugula
Combine lime juice, brown sugar, vinegar, orange juice and crushed red pepper flakes in a large bowl.
Slowly stream in the olive oil while whisking to form an emulsion. Season with salt and pepper. Add
cucumber, avocado, mango and red onion; season and gently toss to coat. Serve over a bed of arugula.
Yes I said “Artist of the Month” because this guy and his music is just that beastly. I have been a long time fan of electronic music and Kaskade, and I have been gifted the wonderful opportunity to see him on tour in the beautiful San Francisco, California. His music is unlike any other DJ I have heard and has a crazy range in styling. A true treat for the ear! More than likely you have heard one of his tracks playing at your local lounge and not even realized it! So for your listening pleasure, I have included a link to one of his playlist from YouTube.
Enjoy and as always if you like what you hear, please support the artist by purchasing from iTunes (or wherever you purchase your music) 🙂
Kaskade Playlist – Click here!
On yet another shopping trip (yes I like to shop, so!… LOL) I was looking for a cute top . I just wanted something cheap so I decided to get my dig on at Ross. While scouring the racks, I noticed this cute little latino boy sitting in the shopping cart and his mother right next to me. To be courteous, I smiled and quickly resumed my digging. “Hola” the little boy says. I responded with my best ‘Hola’ my limited Spanish skills can muster. The kid couldn’t have been older than three.
His face lit up! All of a sudden I heard this little voice say “Mirra me zapatos!!! Mirra me zapatos!! “ (or something close to that) “Oh… uh…” was my initial response. “Mirra me zapatos!”, the boy responds again delightedly kicking his feet. “Oh… um… muy guapo” when I realized he was showing me his shoes. I put my head down to continued to look and now trying to work around the kid. My last response unleashed this flurry of comments from the kid that left me standing there like a deer in headlights. He feverishly and excitedly started talking and pointing. I honestly had no idea what the kid is saying. The only word I think I was able to catch was ‘brother’. I then noticed the kid’s mother further down the rack now starting to laugh at me. The only words I could find in my mental dictionary was the incredibly educated and insightful “ uh… ah… oh”. Finally after a minute of laughing at my expense, the mother came over to calm and quiet the child down. I took this as my opportunity to escape and quickly mumbled ‘adios’ as I made a bee line for the register with a shirt I had in my hand.
It might be time for some Rosetta Stone or something.
Oh it’s a sad day when you realize the reason that your shorts are shorter, is because your inner thigh eats them with your every step. When you stop and look in the mirror, you notice the shape of your shorts starts to take on this unflattering, pac-man half moon shape. Sigh. Since I realized that I could not my jeans all summer… again, I decided to go to the mall. I was in search of munchie-thigh-proof shorts. Four stores and 15 pairs of ridiculousness later the internal dialog revs up.
What ever happened to shorts? You know, regular shorts. Not the cootie cutter demin underwear that’s a breath above your goodness that is currently being passed off as shorts! Something mid thigh and flattering for a true woman’s figure. The true woman who goes to the gym like once or twice a month and then negates the workouts with a big cup of frozen yogurt. (And the frozen yogurt being passed off as okay because it has active cultures.) The true woman who has a diet Coke with her 5 pound greasy burger from Five Guys. The true woman who makes sure there is something chocolate in the house at all times.
Several fruitless hours later, I walk out of the 4th store with one skirt. A very cute skirt but ultimately not what my initial objective. It was then that I came to the conclusion, I either need to get back into the gym hardcore along with a diet or I just need to make my own clothes…
How much do gym memberships run nowadays?
The Wine Kitchen
One my favorite spots to eat, and take folks that are visiting for a true social dinning experience is The Wine Kitchen in Leesburg, VA. Come in and relax in this quaint restaurant. This establishment prides itself on a fresh local farm to table concept. Chances are the majority of your food came from the nearby farm right down the road. Start your meal with the charcuterie and cheese tray along with a fabulous wine paring. The staff is friendly and extremely knowledgable. The wine selection here is amazing and will satisfy whatever mood you’re in. When you receive your glass of wine, you also get a clever description of it to help to put words the dance that your taste buds will be doing. The menu is seasonal and the chef prides himself on creating a culinary delight every night. If you go, get the special! I’ve eaten here several times and haven’t had a mediocre bite yet. Worthy of the trip. Come check it out if ever out in the country.