Believe it or not…

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I have some pretty awesome neighbors. They are a young couple that loves to grill. They have also decided to take farming into their own hands. In this urban area, they wanted to capitalize on all they have available to them. So what they decide to do is …grow corn. Yes corn! Not basil, rosemary or some small inconspicuous garden item. No they chose corn. Why? I’m not quite sure but I love it and think its hilarious!! The neighbor that shares this little plot of land with them on the other side may not find it so humorous when this thing starts to grow to about 6ft tall. Shoot now that I think about it, I’m not sure how long it’s going to be until property management gets involved. So for now, everyday when I come home I chuckle. Drought and all, their corn seems to be growing very well.

I’m not a betting woman, but if I was, my money would be on the crop getting pulled up in less than a month.

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Music To Study By

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**Alarm Will Sound – Blue Calx **

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In this season of my life, I find myself studying…a lot. And every study session (well at least for me) needs a great soundtrack. I stumbled across this song while on my Pandora flow and it is simply amazing! Please take a moment to enjoy Blue Calx by Alarm Will Sound and as always, if you enjoy it, purchase a copy wherever you get your music from. 🙂

Ummm…Awkward!

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Your doctor. A trusted professional who care for you and keeps you well. We all know that they are normal people outside of your doctor visits. But it’s a different thing seeing them outside that setting and seeing how normal they really are. While at the grocery store across the street from my house and halfway down the peanut butter aisle, I spotted her, my gynecologist. Now I think I have a great patient/doctor relationship with my gynecologist. Most women would probably say that they do too. But I don’t know what it was. But seeing the woman who knows my most intimate …well..me…was awkward. But there she was, in her t-shirt, sweats, and a ponytail getting her choice pick of chicken. So I did what any self respecting woman would do, I hid. I’m not exactly sure why this was my knee jerk reaction to seeing her but that’s what I did. It’s not like I owed her money. My last check up went well.  Yet I still ducked behind the weekly sale sign for beef on sale for $2.99 a pound. I started to hear a brief rendition of mission impossible playing in my head as I continued to bob and weave thru the store behind her trying not to get noticed. Once I saw that the coast was clear, I continued my shopping…like a normal person.

 

I can only imagine that the employees at the store or those watching the security cameras got a good laugh at me that day.

Another Great Salad- Spinach, Pear and Endive Salad

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So I’m trying my best to balance the foolishness I sometimes indulge in and healthy eats. I found this recipe in The Illustrated Kitchen Bible by Dorling Kindersley Publishing. An absolutely wonderful wedding gift.  This thing has everything in it from the basics to the over-the-top entertaining dishes. I made this the other day and paired it with herb roasted lamb loin and potato cake. It will also work great with any grilled meat. I hope you enjoy. Let me know how it turns out for you!

Spinach, Pear and Endive Salad

makes 6 servings
prep time: 10 minutes

For the vinaigrette

2 T red wine vinegar
1 T honey
1/2 T dijion mustard
1/3 cup plus 1 T extra-virgin olive oil
salt and pepper to taste

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7 oz of baby spinach leaves
2 belgian endives, cut into bite size pieces
2 firm ripe pears, sliced
3 shallots, thinly sliced

Step 1. Shake the vinegar, honey, mustard and oil in a jar until blended. Season with salt and pepper.

Step 2. Place the spinach, endive, pears and shallots in a large bowl. Drizzle with the vinaigrette and toss gently.

Can’t Stop My Hustle

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I study at Starbucks. But I’m not talking about an hour here and there…oh no. When I’m in there, its a marathon study session. And if you think about it, they have all that you need: a variety of caffeinated drinks, food both sweet and savory, decent ambient music and the air of intellectualism. I’ve learned that if you study there long enough, the baristas learn your name and take pity on you. Occasionally they will even hook you up with a free drink. Another trick is my favorite “treat receipt” season. So during the summer, Starbucks has this offer when if you buy a drink in the earlier in the day and keep the receipt,  after 2pm you can redeem that receipt for a $2 grande drink of your choice (which usually can run up to $5 if you are fancy).

Just the other day, I’m working my routine. I got the new Very Berry Hibiscus drink at 12:30pm. I milked that till all that was left was the blackberries. The clock strikes 2:05pm and I’m back at the counter ordering my “treat”, a delightfully frothy frappuccino to which I had my way with in about 3 minutes.  2:50pm and I want more. What’s left in front of me is my empty frappe cup and a dry cup with just blackberries in it now. So being cheap, I decide to stretch the blackberries even further by getting water and adding them in there.  I’m adding my blackberries and  “Ewwww mommy that’s gross” the kid at the other end of the table announces to the entire shop. Eyes focused on the task at hand, I ignore him as I keep working my berries into my new cup. “Ewww mommy that’s gross” the kid announces again, louder this time to make sure that I heard him. I glance over to see the mother frantically trying to quiet the kid in protest. This kid is blowing up my spot in here!!! Folks at this point are starting to stare with similar questions seeming to appear on their faces.  “I just really like the blackberries….it’s really refreshing” I bashfully explain to the kid byway of the mother. At this point I realized I wasn’t sure  who was more embarrassed, me or the mother.  It must have been her because after we shared a nervous giggle, she promptly collects her things and son and hurries out the store.

Undauntedly, I finished my study flow and left Starbucks 2 hours later. Mission accomplished.

We’re Not Young Anymore

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We’re Not Young Video <–Click here

I saw this video and I had good chuckle and that’s about it. It’s a parody to the song ‘We are Young’ that car companies and retailers pretty much ran into the ground. The more I listened to the song and its lyrics, the more I realized the that only redeemable quality of the song was the parody. It wasn’t until a few days ago that the song parody would ring true in San Francisco. On our recent trip, my husband and I were determined to go out and experience the fabulous lounge scene that San Fran is known for. We only had a few nights in town so we knew we had to capitalize.  We had already spent our first night trying to adjust to west coast.  The concert was the following evening, so all we really had was Friday night.

Well it was 7:45p  that night when it hit me, I’m not going to make. I was battling the hard hitting combination of a full belly and remnants of jet lag. Before 30, this would have been easily surmountable.  Now…barely able to finish dinner with one eye open. Then 9:30p and back at the hotel, my body was beckoning to be reunited with the bed. “Oh just a quick nap and then I’ll be ready to go” I said optimistically as I hit the fetal position on my side of the bed. To which my husband’s reply was his soulful rendition of  ‘We’re not young’ as he slides into bed behind me.

If it wasn’t for the Michael Jackson ‘Thriller’ flash mob on roller skates that took place on the street below our room (yes…very random but I guess that’s the point), we would have awakened to the sunrise and not just an hour and a half later. We collected ourselves and managed a half hearted attempt getting ready. We meandered up to the penthouse lounge at our hotel which was surprisingly entertaining. They had electronic dance music (EDM for short) and a live band. The band was rocking all the jams from the 60’s and 70’s ( O_o ) . Median age in the place, if I had to guess, was about 47. The DJ who was rocking the place looked to be about 65.  All in all, we had a good time. Not exactly the evening we had in mind but mission accomplished. We went out.

We are not 65, or even  close to 45 for that matter. But the sad fact is, we’re not young… LOL!