Still no signs of Time Keeper in the mail so here's another excerpt from Omnivore's Dilemma.
"Corn whiskey, suddenly superabundant and cheap, became the drink of choice, and in 1820 the typical American was putting away half a pint of the stuff every day. That comes to more than five gallons of spirits a year for every man, woman, and child in America. The figure today is less than one...The results of al this toping were entirely predictable: a rising tide of public drunkenness, violence, and family abandonment, and a spike in alcohol-related diseases. Several of the Founding Fathers-including George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and John Adams-denounced the excesses of 'the Alcoholic Republic,' inaugurating an American quarrel over drinking that would culminate a century later in Prohibition."
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Good Morning...NOT!
So this morning was a bit special, but not in a good way.
I found one of these little freaks in my bed!
This is an earwig; you can recognize them with the pinchers in the back. I felt something on my leg and when I swat my hand at it I felt a weird sensation that something is physically there. I flipped over the sheets and sure enough found this monster in my bed. I found out from my husband that they are infesting where he works at so he's the one bringing the freaks home.
From what I've read earwigs like damp dark places like crevices in wood and sometimes caves. Thankfully they are not really harmful except the only possibility of a pinch but nothing to go to the hospital for. They are not poisonous either.
This is not my first encounter with an earwig. The first time was with my dad. Several months ago my dad was complaining that his ear was hurting, and about two days later he was in so much pain that he went to the hospital. I didn't know this was going on at the time until I got a call from my mother saying that dad had a bug in his ear. At first I thought there was a miscommunication. "Come again?" "Dad had a bug in his ear." Of course I went straight to the hospital and my dad showed me this small bottle with an earwig in it.
Now I promise I'm not trying to gross you out with this story but I wanted to share with you how the nurses were able to get it out. It is very rare to find one of these freaks in your ear but if you feel like there might be something in your ear, that's possibly alive, then this is what you need to do. First, don't try using a Q-tip because this will agitate whatever is inside your ear and you don't want to bust your eardrum up. Second, take a small glass of water and if you have someone with you have them (or if your alone you'll have to do it yourself) and pour the water in your ear. This will flush out whatever is inside your ear. Take a towel and try to pry out whatever God awful thing. If you still feel like you didn't get it out then you definitely need to go to the hospital.
I hope this comes in handy and in other, better news:
I found one of these little freaks in my bed!
This is an earwig; you can recognize them with the pinchers in the back. I felt something on my leg and when I swat my hand at it I felt a weird sensation that something is physically there. I flipped over the sheets and sure enough found this monster in my bed. I found out from my husband that they are infesting where he works at so he's the one bringing the freaks home.
From what I've read earwigs like damp dark places like crevices in wood and sometimes caves. Thankfully they are not really harmful except the only possibility of a pinch but nothing to go to the hospital for. They are not poisonous either.
This is not my first encounter with an earwig. The first time was with my dad. Several months ago my dad was complaining that his ear was hurting, and about two days later he was in so much pain that he went to the hospital. I didn't know this was going on at the time until I got a call from my mother saying that dad had a bug in his ear. At first I thought there was a miscommunication. "Come again?" "Dad had a bug in his ear." Of course I went straight to the hospital and my dad showed me this small bottle with an earwig in it.
Now I promise I'm not trying to gross you out with this story but I wanted to share with you how the nurses were able to get it out. It is very rare to find one of these freaks in your ear but if you feel like there might be something in your ear, that's possibly alive, then this is what you need to do. First, don't try using a Q-tip because this will agitate whatever is inside your ear and you don't want to bust your eardrum up. Second, take a small glass of water and if you have someone with you have them (or if your alone you'll have to do it yourself) and pour the water in your ear. This will flush out whatever is inside your ear. Take a towel and try to pry out whatever God awful thing. If you still feel like you didn't get it out then you definitely need to go to the hospital.
I hope this comes in handy and in other, better news:
Baby George Alexander Louis!!
Friday, July 26, 2013
Nerds and Princesses
I knew I had to share this when I watched the episode the other night. Made my day! This show knows how to cheer me up.
Happy Weekend!
Happy Weekend!
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Bombs Dropping in Aisle 5
Marriage is great, but it's not always rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes you have some battles and certain battles happen at certain locations. For me, it seems every time J and I go to the commissary we leave with steaming heads and wondering what the heck happened.
We start out fine in the produce section and going through the list together. But somewhere between the dairy and the cereal aisle bombs are dropped. I'll pick up a carton of 2% milk and set it in the basket only to be secretly replaced by a fat-free version. I know it's my husband and I start to get irritated. One reason, he just replaced it without informing me that he prefers watered-down tasting milk. It made me feel like he was over-riding me and that kind of stuff irritates the crap out of me.
The battle continues, badly, when we check-out. Now here I will explain that my husband usually does not carry cash unless we need to so we try to use the self check-out machines. I absolutely hate using those things if I have more than five items. It never fails that we have to get 'assistance help' because I, apparently, pick up the already full bags from the bin and put them in the basket when it's not the right time. I don't have a clue there was a proper time to take your bags. This bugs my husband to the point that he asks me, while trying to contain his aggravation, to step away and let him do it himself. The battle ends with me storming away like a pouting child and him glaring at my backside.
Seriously, we have no idea how this happens. I think in the future, when we return to the States, I'll handle the groceries on my own. Anyone else have fights like this? Where you have no idea what is happening or why it's happening?
We start out fine in the produce section and going through the list together. But somewhere between the dairy and the cereal aisle bombs are dropped. I'll pick up a carton of 2% milk and set it in the basket only to be secretly replaced by a fat-free version. I know it's my husband and I start to get irritated. One reason, he just replaced it without informing me that he prefers watered-down tasting milk. It made me feel like he was over-riding me and that kind of stuff irritates the crap out of me.
The battle continues, badly, when we check-out. Now here I will explain that my husband usually does not carry cash unless we need to so we try to use the self check-out machines. I absolutely hate using those things if I have more than five items. It never fails that we have to get 'assistance help' because I, apparently, pick up the already full bags from the bin and put them in the basket when it's not the right time. I don't have a clue there was a proper time to take your bags. This bugs my husband to the point that he asks me, while trying to contain his aggravation, to step away and let him do it himself. The battle ends with me storming away like a pouting child and him glaring at my backside.
Seriously, we have no idea how this happens. I think in the future, when we return to the States, I'll handle the groceries on my own. Anyone else have fights like this? Where you have no idea what is happening or why it's happening?
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Book Worm Wednesday
More excerpts from The Omnivore's Dilemma.
"you are what you eat, it's often said, and if this is true, then what we mostly are is corn-or, more precisely, processed corn."
"One would expect to find a comparatively high proportion of carbon 13 in the flesh of people whose staple food of choice is corn-Mexicans, most famously. Americans eat much more wheat than corn-114 pounds of wheat flour per person per year, compared to 11 pounds of corn flour...so that's us: processed corn, walking."
"Indeed, maize, the one plant without which the American colonists probably would never have survived, let alone prospered, wound up abetting the destruction of the very people who had helped develop it."
"More than most domesticated plants corn completely threw its lot in with humanity when it evolved its peculiar husked ear."
"you are what you eat, it's often said, and if this is true, then what we mostly are is corn-or, more precisely, processed corn."
"One would expect to find a comparatively high proportion of carbon 13 in the flesh of people whose staple food of choice is corn-Mexicans, most famously. Americans eat much more wheat than corn-114 pounds of wheat flour per person per year, compared to 11 pounds of corn flour...so that's us: processed corn, walking."
"Indeed, maize, the one plant without which the American colonists probably would never have survived, let alone prospered, wound up abetting the destruction of the very people who had helped develop it."
"More than most domesticated plants corn completely threw its lot in with humanity when it evolved its peculiar husked ear."
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
It's A Prince!
At 4:24 p.m. Kate finally gave birth to a 8 lbs. 6 oz. boy, a prince. He will be third in line to the British throne. It was a very exciting night last night. I toasted to the couple with wine. Crowds were singing 'Happy Birthday', despite that we still don't have a clue what his name is yet.
I'm very happy for the royal couple and thanked God that both mommy and baby were safe during the ten hour labour.
As I was watching a live streaming video through the Guardian's blog website I've read comments about Kate giving birth. Unfortunately some people were not very nice about by describing the whole event as 'no big deal' and asking why everyone is giving them special treatment when babies are coming into the world all the time. Some of the unkind comments were coming from Brits!
I can understand their point of view that a baby can be no big deal but I have to respectfully disagree. This child isn't any ordinary baby; he is a prince and someday may be King. He has royal blood that has lived on through many generations. I would think the commonwealth would have better interest in their future monarch. This boy will someday be in charge of taking care of this country.
If the President of my country were to have his first child, and if I liked him at all, I would be very excited about the baby as much as I would have with the Royal couple. The Guardian even asked anyone if they were having a baby the same day and asked to provide a photo so that the Guardian can share with the rest of the world. I thought this was great because they are sharing the spotlight with the (I hate to use this word) common babies. It was like saying 'even though the royal baby is on the way, the world still goes on and other babies should be celebrated as well'.
To me, yesterday was a historical event that not many people were able to experience, especially with technology today. I was able to stare at the front doors of the Lindo Wing, waiting for Will to bring out and share his boy to the world. Not only that but a first born child from a prestigious couple like Kate and William, is exciting. To me, it's not because they're famous, rich, or royalty it's because they are overall well-liked. People from all over the world can't help but love this couple. Their joy and happiness is contagious. Anyone giving birth to a baby is exciting but with this couple it was even more exciting.
With that said, Congratulations to the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge on your little bundle of joy and may God bless you!
I'm very happy for the royal couple and thanked God that both mommy and baby were safe during the ten hour labour.
As I was watching a live streaming video through the Guardian's blog website I've read comments about Kate giving birth. Unfortunately some people were not very nice about by describing the whole event as 'no big deal' and asking why everyone is giving them special treatment when babies are coming into the world all the time. Some of the unkind comments were coming from Brits!
I can understand their point of view that a baby can be no big deal but I have to respectfully disagree. This child isn't any ordinary baby; he is a prince and someday may be King. He has royal blood that has lived on through many generations. I would think the commonwealth would have better interest in their future monarch. This boy will someday be in charge of taking care of this country.
If the President of my country were to have his first child, and if I liked him at all, I would be very excited about the baby as much as I would have with the Royal couple. The Guardian even asked anyone if they were having a baby the same day and asked to provide a photo so that the Guardian can share with the rest of the world. I thought this was great because they are sharing the spotlight with the (I hate to use this word) common babies. It was like saying 'even though the royal baby is on the way, the world still goes on and other babies should be celebrated as well'.
To me, yesterday was a historical event that not many people were able to experience, especially with technology today. I was able to stare at the front doors of the Lindo Wing, waiting for Will to bring out and share his boy to the world. Not only that but a first born child from a prestigious couple like Kate and William, is exciting. To me, it's not because they're famous, rich, or royalty it's because they are overall well-liked. People from all over the world can't help but love this couple. Their joy and happiness is contagious. Anyone giving birth to a baby is exciting but with this couple it was even more exciting.
With that said, Congratulations to the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge on your little bundle of joy and may God bless you!
Monday, July 22, 2013
It's Finally Happening!
After checking on Google for the hundredth time I have found a rumor that Kate is in the early stages of pregnancy. I double checked and triple checked and it is confirmed. She really is in labor!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-23402300
It's finally happening! I'm not going to try to attempt to travel to London right now because everyone else in the country will be heading there. It's going to be madness!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-23402300
It's finally happening! I'm not going to try to attempt to travel to London right now because everyone else in the country will be heading there. It's going to be madness!
Me? In the Military?
Lately, J and I have been discussing over the idea of me becoming an officer. When he first suggested it I freaked. I tried to explain to him that I'm not capable of going through basic training. I just know that if I attempt such a thing I would end up being mentally unstable. I can't handle the yelling in my face and the pressure that other people thrive in. It's not for me.
But J explains that since I have a college degree I don't have to go through all that. Officers training is very different; it involves leadership training and all the basic information you need to know anyways if you join the military. That eased me a bit. Plus the thought of making triple of what I used to make with my part time job, and my VA benefits, is very appealing.
Then doubts of my ability to do it would pop in my head. Thoughts like "Do you really think you can do this? This is a big deal! If you mess up you're F'd." or "What if you become THAT person that everyone in your office thinks is a waste of space because you can't do your job properly."
With something so important like working in the military I have a huge fear of failing. If I screw up this will be reflected on me later in life. I think it's especially hard for women who are military and are more likely to be criticized for everything they do. They either feel like they have to bust balls to feel like one of the guys or let things slide to appease everyone.
I don't know what to do but right now I'm going to wait to see where we will be stationed next. If God wills it, it will happen.
But J explains that since I have a college degree I don't have to go through all that. Officers training is very different; it involves leadership training and all the basic information you need to know anyways if you join the military. That eased me a bit. Plus the thought of making triple of what I used to make with my part time job, and my VA benefits, is very appealing.
Then doubts of my ability to do it would pop in my head. Thoughts like "Do you really think you can do this? This is a big deal! If you mess up you're F'd." or "What if you become THAT person that everyone in your office thinks is a waste of space because you can't do your job properly."
With something so important like working in the military I have a huge fear of failing. If I screw up this will be reflected on me later in life. I think it's especially hard for women who are military and are more likely to be criticized for everything they do. They either feel like they have to bust balls to feel like one of the guys or let things slide to appease everyone.
I don't know what to do but right now I'm going to wait to see where we will be stationed next. If God wills it, it will happen.
Friday, July 19, 2013
Odd Hours Don't Get Me Down
Hubby has been on 12 hour graveyard shifts all of last week and I feel terrible for him. Thursday he didn't come home until 8:30 in the morning. I'm definitely going to treat him with massages and quiet relaxation. As much as I would like to spend time with him, I know that he needs sleep more than anything. When we dated and he would be on 12s, it was very hard to squeeze in time to Skype. With him being seven hours ahead of me we would have a two hour window to visit but I would be busy with homework that needs to be done or doing sorority stuff. One time I was in the middle of my sorority's recruitment, which took up a whole week of my life (not kidding) while he was working in 12s and we didn't visit at all until I was done with recruitment. Majority of the time it just didn't work out.
Now that we're living in the same house it's a bit easier. I'm able to physically see him come to bed and it's one of the best feelings in the world. I thank God for bringing him home safe and curl up to him. When he gets home I'm usually about to get up and start my day, quietly of course. I'll have his lunch and dinner ready for him, and then wait for him to wake. We'll visit for a few hours and he's off. Yes, it's definitely a lot better than it used to be.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Let's Get Baked
If there is one thing my husband loves to eat it is macaroni and cheese. Given the choice of his 'last supper' it would be pigs-in-a-blanket and mac n cheese. Trust me I've asked him.
I told him not too long ago that if he came across something that he wanted me to make for dinner he should let me know. Last weekend he suggested Baked Mac n Cheese and like every good wife would do I searched for an easy recipe on Pinterest.
Here is the Recipe.
I have made a few changes by my husband's request.
I told him not too long ago that if he came across something that he wanted me to make for dinner he should let me know. Last weekend he suggested Baked Mac n Cheese and like every good wife would do I searched for an easy recipe on Pinterest.
Here is the Recipe.
I have made a few changes by my husband's request.
Instead of the Velveeta and the cheddar cheese, J suggested it would probably be easier to grab a box of macaroni and cheese, include the cheese in the box, and add his favorite Italian five cheese by Kraft. I was a bit skeptical because, seriously, who doesn't love Velveeta with their already cheddar-y mac n cheese. But I went along anyways.
You cook the macaroni and cheese.
Meanwhile, you mix all the ingredients except the breadcrumbs.
Add the macaroni and the liquid mixture together. Combine thoroughly.
After baking for 30 minutes at 350 degrees F, voila! I know it's a terrible photo and I apologize.
It wasn't bad at all. I found it very rich but it could be the choice of cheese. I would like to try it with the Velveeta or regular cheddar. I also like baked casseroles to have a crunch and wished we had crackers for me to crumble on top.
Next time I make this, which I'm sure there will be a next time, I thought about adding plum tomatoes with it to change it up.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Book Worm Wednesday
I've changed the name of the Wednesday's post title to book worm Wednesday. It just sounds more fun, doesn't it?
I'm waiting for Time Keeper to come in the mail so meanwhile I'll post quotes from Micheal Pollan's The Omnivore's Dilemma. I've had a lot of people recommend it and I'm looking forward to reading it. I hope you enjoy the tidbits as well.
"So violent a change in a culture's eating habits is surely the sign of a national eating disorder. Certainly it would not feel the need for its most august legislative body to ever deliberate the nation's "dietary goals" -or, for that matter, to wage political battle every few years over the precise design of an official government graphic called the 'food pyramid.' A country with a stable culture of food would not shell out millions for the quackery (or common sense) of a new diet book every January. It would not be susceptible to the pendulum swings of food scares or fads, to the apotheosis every few years of one newly discovered nutrient and demonization of another. It would not be apt to confuse protein bars and food supplements with meals or breakfast cereals with medicines. it probably would not eat a fifths of its meals in cars or feed fully a third of its children at a fast-food outlet every day. And it surely would not be nearly so fat.
...Nor would such a culture be shocked to discover that there are other countries, such as Italy and France, that decide their dinner questions on the basis of such quaint and unscientific criteria as pleasure and tradition, eat all manner of 'unhealthy' foods, and, lo and behold, wind up actually healthier and happier in their eating than we are. We show our surprise at this by speaking of something called the 'French paradox,' for how could a people who eat such demonstrably toxic substances as foie gras and triple crème cheese actually be slimmer and healthier than we are? Yet I wonder if it doesn't make more sense to speak in terms of an American paradox-that is, a notably unhealthy people obsessed by the idea of eating healthy. "
I'm waiting for Time Keeper to come in the mail so meanwhile I'll post quotes from Micheal Pollan's The Omnivore's Dilemma. I've had a lot of people recommend it and I'm looking forward to reading it. I hope you enjoy the tidbits as well.
"So violent a change in a culture's eating habits is surely the sign of a national eating disorder. Certainly it would not feel the need for its most august legislative body to ever deliberate the nation's "dietary goals" -or, for that matter, to wage political battle every few years over the precise design of an official government graphic called the 'food pyramid.' A country with a stable culture of food would not shell out millions for the quackery (or common sense) of a new diet book every January. It would not be susceptible to the pendulum swings of food scares or fads, to the apotheosis every few years of one newly discovered nutrient and demonization of another. It would not be apt to confuse protein bars and food supplements with meals or breakfast cereals with medicines. it probably would not eat a fifths of its meals in cars or feed fully a third of its children at a fast-food outlet every day. And it surely would not be nearly so fat.
...Nor would such a culture be shocked to discover that there are other countries, such as Italy and France, that decide their dinner questions on the basis of such quaint and unscientific criteria as pleasure and tradition, eat all manner of 'unhealthy' foods, and, lo and behold, wind up actually healthier and happier in their eating than we are. We show our surprise at this by speaking of something called the 'French paradox,' for how could a people who eat such demonstrably toxic substances as foie gras and triple crème cheese actually be slimmer and healthier than we are? Yet I wonder if it doesn't make more sense to speak in terms of an American paradox-that is, a notably unhealthy people obsessed by the idea of eating healthy. "
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Waiting for Baby
Ever since news came out that the Duchess of Cambridge's due date was July 13 people all over the world have been dying to see the little prince or princess.
I have been a huge follower of Kate ever since their engagement. Oh my goodness and the wedding was amazing.
I even picked out my dress because of the lace-y short sleeves. I have been trying to imitate her style. Kate exudes charm and grace; she is the perfect icon for women, young and old.
She's still adorable when pulling a funny face.
But enough about me exposing my love for Kate. Let's talk baby!
Since the beginning of July I've been listening to BBC Radio 1 for any news of the baby coming. Every morning I Google for anything about the baby and nothing yet. Some rumors have been saying that the 13th is not the actual due date to keep the paparazzi off the trail. If I'm correct, Princess Di did the same thing. She announced an earlier due date when she was pregnant with William. So maybe the royal couple is doing the same thing.
I have been a huge follower of Kate ever since their engagement. Oh my goodness and the wedding was amazing.
*all photos were found on google images*
I even picked out my dress because of the lace-y short sleeves. I have been trying to imitate her style. Kate exudes charm and grace; she is the perfect icon for women, young and old.
She's still adorable when pulling a funny face.
But enough about me exposing my love for Kate. Let's talk baby!
Since the beginning of July I've been listening to BBC Radio 1 for any news of the baby coming. Every morning I Google for anything about the baby and nothing yet. Some rumors have been saying that the 13th is not the actual due date to keep the paparazzi off the trail. If I'm correct, Princess Di did the same thing. She announced an earlier due date when she was pregnant with William. So maybe the royal couple is doing the same thing.
Baby bump!
It's been exciting to know that the royal baby will be born while I'm in England. I will definitely post about the baby once he or she arrives. With photos! Hopefully!
Monday, July 15, 2013
RIP Cory Monteith
"I wanted to get married and have children and live happily ever after. That's important to me." -Cory Monteith
For anyone who doesn't know yet, Cory Monteith, best known as Finn from Glee, was found dead in his hotel room in Canada. There hasn't been any confirmation how he died yet. I had no idea until recently that Monteith had been struggling with drug dependency and was in the process of getting help. When I found out about his death, my heart was crushed. I wasn't a huge fan but I had watched Glee for the first few seasons. I found him adorable and a very talented singer. Overall, he was a good guy.
Monteith had so much more to offer with his talents and it's such a shame that he slipped away from the world. It got me thinking about fame for some reason. Fame. Everyone loves her; everyone wants to be her. But to those who are in her circle, she can be a brutal killer. She destroys those we love when she feels like it. Fame can persuade you to do things you would never think of doing before you were a part of her. She can convince you to take that hit because, hell, you deserve it and it'll make you feel better, or that it's acceptable to show the world your naked body. I mean, let's face it, sex sells. Right?
Fame, along with the twins Glamour and Riches, can either make or break a person. Of course there are those who rises above Fame's influence. I'm talking about people who you hardly ever hear bad rumors about. The ones who stay out of trouble. Some of them have fallen into the darkness but have come back out of it in the name of survival. They are strong enough, and sometimes worthy, to become an idol, or a hero, to the rest of us, who are not under Fame's spell.
So I guess I'm asking if fame, glamour, and riches are worth it?
For anyone who doesn't know yet, Cory Monteith, best known as Finn from Glee, was found dead in his hotel room in Canada. There hasn't been any confirmation how he died yet. I had no idea until recently that Monteith had been struggling with drug dependency and was in the process of getting help. When I found out about his death, my heart was crushed. I wasn't a huge fan but I had watched Glee for the first few seasons. I found him adorable and a very talented singer. Overall, he was a good guy.
Monteith had so much more to offer with his talents and it's such a shame that he slipped away from the world. It got me thinking about fame for some reason. Fame. Everyone loves her; everyone wants to be her. But to those who are in her circle, she can be a brutal killer. She destroys those we love when she feels like it. Fame can persuade you to do things you would never think of doing before you were a part of her. She can convince you to take that hit because, hell, you deserve it and it'll make you feel better, or that it's acceptable to show the world your naked body. I mean, let's face it, sex sells. Right?
Fame, along with the twins Glamour and Riches, can either make or break a person. Of course there are those who rises above Fame's influence. I'm talking about people who you hardly ever hear bad rumors about. The ones who stay out of trouble. Some of them have fallen into the darkness but have come back out of it in the name of survival. They are strong enough, and sometimes worthy, to become an idol, or a hero, to the rest of us, who are not under Fame's spell.
So I guess I'm asking if fame, glamour, and riches are worth it?
Friday, July 12, 2013
Top 5
Favorite Novels!
*side note: I'm not going to include book series because let's be honest, all the Harry Potter books are great! Plus I think series are too broad so I'm going to stick to individual novels.*
#5
The Nasty Bits by Anthony Bourdain
I think he a really good writer. I find myself laughing with his dry humor or moaning as he's describing dishes with great detail. Some people might find him harsh and rough but I think that's why I enjoy his pieces; it's part of his charm.
#4
The Dirty Life-A memoir of farming, food, and love by Kristin Kimball
This novel inspired me to start eating more wholesome foods and gave me the idea of growing my own garden (once we get back in the states) starting with herbs and slowly work my way up. I like that this novel is separated into season blocks: winter, fall, spring, summer. Each section describes everything Kristin and her husband (well boyfriend at the time) had to get done in their farm. I would feel terrible for them during the winter increment and excited when their crops were going well. At the end of each section there is a recipe, usually simple, which I find a nice touch to it, a way to make you feel like you're a part of their experience.
#3
Harem by Dora Levy Mossanen
To me, this was a wonderful romantic story about a girl and her mother surviving in their own little worlds. The daughter, Gold Dust, lives in the harem and learns to work her way up to hopefully become the wife of the sultan. Meanwhile, her mother, Rebekah, is trying to get by while living in the Jewish Quarters after her husband committed suicide. I loved the details Mossanen created in this novel and I can't get enough of it.
#2
Feast of Roses by Indu Sundaresan
I'll admit, this novel is a part two of a whole plot but it can stand alone as it's own individual story. I love how all the characters are different; I love that the main character is not a typical mary-sue but a driven, ambitious woman who goes against convention of what it meant to be a woman in her time. The drama is great. It is overall entertaining; I couldn't put the book down to save my life.
#1
Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
What can I say about this one. It's basically one of the best novels in the world. Gilbert inspired me to go see the world (this was the book I was reading when I was on my tour in Europe). The movie was wonderful too; I was very pleased with the cast. This novel made me want to cry a few times. It got me thinking deeply about things. And I think that's what great novels should do to readers: get them to feel and experience things with the characters. If you haven't read this PLEASE do it now.
*side note: I'm not going to include book series because let's be honest, all the Harry Potter books are great! Plus I think series are too broad so I'm going to stick to individual novels.*
#5
The Nasty Bits by Anthony Bourdain
#4
The Dirty Life-A memoir of farming, food, and love by Kristin Kimball
#3
Harem by Dora Levy Mossanen
#2
Feast of Roses by Indu Sundaresan
I'll admit, this novel is a part two of a whole plot but it can stand alone as it's own individual story. I love how all the characters are different; I love that the main character is not a typical mary-sue but a driven, ambitious woman who goes against convention of what it meant to be a woman in her time. The drama is great. It is overall entertaining; I couldn't put the book down to save my life.
#1
Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
Thursday, July 11, 2013
First Food Post
Remember a while back I said I was going to try to incorporate a recipe once a week? Well here it is. I gave it some thought and decided to try something I've been wanting to make and never had it before.
Hollandaise Sauce
This sauce is mostly known for the eggs benedict but it is also great with veggies, fish, and chicken. I had some leftover chicken to cook and thought I would give this a try. I found this recipe from my Better Homes pink ribbon cook book my mother gave me several Christmas' ago.
First thing is that you need a double-boiler to prevent the sauce from curdling.
I didn't have one per se but I used a medium sized sauce pan, filled it with water (but not too much to the point when it boils it won't touch the top dish), and placed a metal mixing bowl on top of it. It worked for me so if you're out of luck with a double boiler, I'd say give this a shot.
Now some of you might think that Hollandaise is something fancy and difficult to make. I was surprised how easy it was and you only need four ingredients that I'm sure you already have in your home.
I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did.
Hollandaise Sauce
1/2 C unsalted butter (1 stick) 3 egg yolks
1 Tbsp. lemon juice (or 1 whole lemon juiced) 1 Tbsp. water
salt for seasoning
1) Cut the butter into thirds and bring it to room temperature; allow about 30-45 minutes.
2) In the top pan of a double boiler and combine egg yolks, lemon juice and water. Add a piece of the butter in the mixture.
3) Place top over the boiling water (the upper pan should not touch water). Cook, stirring rapidly with a whisk, until the butter melts and sauce begins to thicken.
4) Add the remaining butter, one piece at a time, stirring constantly until melted. Continue to cook and stir for 2 to 2 1/2 minutes or until the sauce thickens.
After adding the first piece of the butter, it will have a thin coat if you place a spoon in it. When you use up all the butter, like the photos above, it's going to be thicker. The sauce might look like it's going to curdle but when all of the butter is mixed in it will smooth out so don't worry just yet.
5) Immediately remove pan from the heat. If sauce is too thick or curdles, immediately whisk in 1 to 2 tablespoons HOT water. Season to taste with salt.
I thought it was going to be intimidating but it was very easy as long as you keep an eye on the heat.
Hollandaise Sauce
This sauce is mostly known for the eggs benedict but it is also great with veggies, fish, and chicken. I had some leftover chicken to cook and thought I would give this a try. I found this recipe from my Better Homes pink ribbon cook book my mother gave me several Christmas' ago.
First thing is that you need a double-boiler to prevent the sauce from curdling.
I didn't have one per se but I used a medium sized sauce pan, filled it with water (but not too much to the point when it boils it won't touch the top dish), and placed a metal mixing bowl on top of it. It worked for me so if you're out of luck with a double boiler, I'd say give this a shot.
Now some of you might think that Hollandaise is something fancy and difficult to make. I was surprised how easy it was and you only need four ingredients that I'm sure you already have in your home.
I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did.
Hollandaise Sauce
1/2 C unsalted butter (1 stick) 3 egg yolks
1 Tbsp. lemon juice (or 1 whole lemon juiced) 1 Tbsp. water
salt for seasoning
1) Cut the butter into thirds and bring it to room temperature; allow about 30-45 minutes.
2) In the top pan of a double boiler and combine egg yolks, lemon juice and water. Add a piece of the butter in the mixture.
3) Place top over the boiling water (the upper pan should not touch water). Cook, stirring rapidly with a whisk, until the butter melts and sauce begins to thicken.
4) Add the remaining butter, one piece at a time, stirring constantly until melted. Continue to cook and stir for 2 to 2 1/2 minutes or until the sauce thickens.
5) Immediately remove pan from the heat. If sauce is too thick or curdles, immediately whisk in 1 to 2 tablespoons HOT water. Season to taste with salt.
I thought it was going to be intimidating but it was very easy as long as you keep an eye on the heat.
Like the not so professional chef that I am, I just dumped my sauce over my chicken and rice. The photo may not look appealing but it was so good. I had a small cup of the sauce I kept dipping my chicken in. I would consider making Hollandaise sauce to change up a regular chicken.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Book Project Wednesday
" My mother is a nuisance and a trial, but she is not important enough to write off in any bold terms. Still, despite my general feelings about avoiding total estrangement, I have the sense that I am at a crossroads. This time I mean business. If I can get a divorce from a man I love, I can cut off this woman. I watch my mother furrow her brow and give me her standard look of sympathy. Her best funeral expression. I know what you're going through. I'm here for you. All of that bulls***. She has a deficiency of empathy, even for her own daughters, but has mastered the art of appearing to care. She is a fraud. People outside her family might find her engaging, intriguing, compassionate. Sometimes she even fools Daphne. But I know the truth about her....'I'm sorry.' I am both relieved and disappointed by her apology. I can't think of a time she's ever apologized to me for anything, despite scores of occasions she owed me one. At least she's never apologized without blaming someone else or adding a but."
"Listen Daphne, I was wondering something...You know how you said that you hoped that it was Tony's problem? Fault?" "Yeah." "What did you mean by that exactly?" "I meant that I don't want to get blamed for this." "Blamed by Tony?" "Yeah." "You really think he'd blame you?" I ask. "That's not like Tony." "I know...But sometimes I get that feeling." "I don't think anyone should be blaming anyone," I say.
"I can tell that she believes that Trey will be with her if she's pregnant with his baby. I, on the other hand, am absolutely certain that Trey is going nowhere. He will not leave his wife. Nor will he even tell his wife. In fact, knowing Jess's luck, it would turn out that Trey's wife is pregnant also. I can just imagine the two babies being born in the same month. Maybe even on the same day. they will grow up on separate coasts with no knowledge of the other. Or at least Trey's legitimate son will have no knowledge of his father's illegitimate daughter. jess likely will tell her daughter the truth about everything at a suitable age. Then the two offspring will attend the same college and meet in their freshmen composition class. He will have in love with her at which time she will be forced to tell him the truth about their father. None of it would surprise me. Nothing ever surprises me when it comes to Jess.
"Listen Daphne, I was wondering something...You know how you said that you hoped that it was Tony's problem? Fault?" "Yeah." "What did you mean by that exactly?" "I meant that I don't want to get blamed for this." "Blamed by Tony?" "Yeah." "You really think he'd blame you?" I ask. "That's not like Tony." "I know...But sometimes I get that feeling." "I don't think anyone should be blaming anyone," I say.
"I can tell that she believes that Trey will be with her if she's pregnant with his baby. I, on the other hand, am absolutely certain that Trey is going nowhere. He will not leave his wife. Nor will he even tell his wife. In fact, knowing Jess's luck, it would turn out that Trey's wife is pregnant also. I can just imagine the two babies being born in the same month. Maybe even on the same day. they will grow up on separate coasts with no knowledge of the other. Or at least Trey's legitimate son will have no knowledge of his father's illegitimate daughter. jess likely will tell her daughter the truth about everything at a suitable age. Then the two offspring will attend the same college and meet in their freshmen composition class. He will have in love with her at which time she will be forced to tell him the truth about their father. None of it would surprise me. Nothing ever surprises me when it comes to Jess.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Well,
I have been having a hard time posting for today because a few personal things have popped up and I didn't know if I wanted to make them public or if I should keep them to myself and not come across as catty or looking for attention. I decided to go with the second choice and move on.
Moving on from problems can be a very hard thing. It sometimes feel like you literately have a ball and chain that you can't escape from. Sometimes it can feel like you're clutching a bottle of poison and you feel like you have to take it because you deserve the pain.
For me, moving on starts with writing because, sometimes, I get so angry I can't think clearly and forget words I wanted to say. It may sound silly but when I'm in a heated argument or having problem (usually with other people) I find myself a spot away from everyone and write out my feelings. It'll come out as a word vomit most of the time. Usually it's bits and pieces of thoughts that are not full sentences. After I'm done, I stop, read it all, then take a step back of the problem. This process helps me focus on the real problem instead of taking the issue personally (which happens to me a lot).
In the end, I feel tons better to the point that the situation doesn't bother me anymore. I just simply let it go. I wrote what I wanted to say and that's it. Now generally the problems or situations are minor and don't need more attention than that.
Give it a try. k
Moving on from problems can be a very hard thing. It sometimes feel like you literately have a ball and chain that you can't escape from. Sometimes it can feel like you're clutching a bottle of poison and you feel like you have to take it because you deserve the pain.
For me, moving on starts with writing because, sometimes, I get so angry I can't think clearly and forget words I wanted to say. It may sound silly but when I'm in a heated argument or having problem (usually with other people) I find myself a spot away from everyone and write out my feelings. It'll come out as a word vomit most of the time. Usually it's bits and pieces of thoughts that are not full sentences. After I'm done, I stop, read it all, then take a step back of the problem. This process helps me focus on the real problem instead of taking the issue personally (which happens to me a lot).
In the end, I feel tons better to the point that the situation doesn't bother me anymore. I just simply let it go. I wrote what I wanted to say and that's it. Now generally the problems or situations are minor and don't need more attention than that.
Give it a try. k
Monday, July 8, 2013
Not Worth The Pouting
Another marriage life-lesson
I've been very irritated lately. I'm not going into detail but the concern revolves around the honeymoon. Normally girls grow up imagining their dream wedding. They flip through magazines with white dresses and cake designs. Stars are in their eyes.
Me. I've been dreaming of the perfect honeymoon. The summer I graduated from high school I was honored to be a part of the Oklahoma Ambassadors of Music Tour to Europe, which is a large band of high school students who were INVITED to go. Not many people were able to go. My band director actually asked me in person if I wanted to go Europe. I obviously said yes (of course I had to pay five grand for the trip). It was the best two weeks of my life. I made new friends, made new discoveries, and had amazing experiences. Ever since then I've been hungry for more adventures. After several years of flipping through travel magazines, I have made a list of places I want to go for a possible honeymoon.
Now that I have an opportunity I am dying to go. My husband though, is a bit more patient. Lots of things have come up and it's pushing the trip back. The longer it gets pushed back, the more irritated I get. I want to blame him and say that he's selfish for taking away my dream, but how is that going to help anyone? It doesn't.
My sister-in-law (God bless her) pointed it out to me that 'the more I complain to him the more I'm going to ruin my own honeymoon. It may be sad and unfair but if I rush him into doing it he's going to do it. But he's going to pout the whole time. "Cause he's a man and men are stupid" she says. "Don't make the honeymoon thing a dark cloud. You want it to be a paradise for both of you or its all for not."
She's right. If I complained enough to him about it he'll finally do it but his bad mood will ruin the whole trip, and possible put a deep wedge in our marriage. So my pouting is not worth it. What I have learned from J is that I'll say something to him, he remembers it, and simply does it. For example I could say, "I wish I have time to clean out my car and give it a good wash. It's driving me nuts." Two weeks later he surprised me by waking up earlier in the morning and cleaned my car out, vacuumed it, and took it to the car wash for me. I've already made J aware of my irritation but he's going to take care of it in his time when it is right and when he's ready too. I just have to remind myself that.
It's going to happen. I'm going to get my dream honeymoon. I just have to wait a bit longer, and I know it's going to be perfect.
I've been very irritated lately. I'm not going into detail but the concern revolves around the honeymoon. Normally girls grow up imagining their dream wedding. They flip through magazines with white dresses and cake designs. Stars are in their eyes.
Me. I've been dreaming of the perfect honeymoon. The summer I graduated from high school I was honored to be a part of the Oklahoma Ambassadors of Music Tour to Europe, which is a large band of high school students who were INVITED to go. Not many people were able to go. My band director actually asked me in person if I wanted to go Europe. I obviously said yes (of course I had to pay five grand for the trip). It was the best two weeks of my life. I made new friends, made new discoveries, and had amazing experiences. Ever since then I've been hungry for more adventures. After several years of flipping through travel magazines, I have made a list of places I want to go for a possible honeymoon.
Now that I have an opportunity I am dying to go. My husband though, is a bit more patient. Lots of things have come up and it's pushing the trip back. The longer it gets pushed back, the more irritated I get. I want to blame him and say that he's selfish for taking away my dream, but how is that going to help anyone? It doesn't.
My sister-in-law (God bless her) pointed it out to me that 'the more I complain to him the more I'm going to ruin my own honeymoon. It may be sad and unfair but if I rush him into doing it he's going to do it. But he's going to pout the whole time. "Cause he's a man and men are stupid" she says. "Don't make the honeymoon thing a dark cloud. You want it to be a paradise for both of you or its all for not."
She's right. If I complained enough to him about it he'll finally do it but his bad mood will ruin the whole trip, and possible put a deep wedge in our marriage. So my pouting is not worth it. What I have learned from J is that I'll say something to him, he remembers it, and simply does it. For example I could say, "I wish I have time to clean out my car and give it a good wash. It's driving me nuts." Two weeks later he surprised me by waking up earlier in the morning and cleaned my car out, vacuumed it, and took it to the car wash for me. I've already made J aware of my irritation but he's going to take care of it in his time when it is right and when he's ready too. I just have to remind myself that.
It's going to happen. I'm going to get my dream honeymoon. I just have to wait a bit longer, and I know it's going to be perfect.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Surprise Surprise
This weekend was full of surprises. The first surprise was that J got off work early and we thought to go see The Heat. I have never seen J laugh so hard like he did watching The Heat. It was a really good movie. I highly suggest it. Plus you can't go wrong with Sandra Bullock.
The second surprise was the unusually warm weather we got Saturday and Sunday. Seriously, it was the first time I had worn shorts since I came to England. I was sweating! Unheard of! J had prepared some ribs soaking in Jack Honey and Crown Maple the night before and grilled them. It was really good stuff. Worth the money.
Sunday we relaxed and did the usual-laundry and groceries. We are not looking forward to this week since J found out that he's on 12 hour shifts this week: 7pm-7am. I'm definitely not looking forward to the sleepless nights I'm sure I'll have. Wish us luck.
The second surprise was the unusually warm weather we got Saturday and Sunday. Seriously, it was the first time I had worn shorts since I came to England. I was sweating! Unheard of! J had prepared some ribs soaking in Jack Honey and Crown Maple the night before and grilled them. It was really good stuff. Worth the money.
Sunday we relaxed and did the usual-laundry and groceries. We are not looking forward to this week since J found out that he's on 12 hour shifts this week: 7pm-7am. I'm definitely not looking forward to the sleepless nights I'm sure I'll have. Wish us luck.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Play Date
Last week a friend asked J and I to watch her little one while she runs errands. He's not very good in car rides, especially ones involved going through scary tunnels and loud noise (car washes). I was so excited to see him; the last time I saw him was Christmas.
It was nice outside so we played on the swing and watched the swans hanging out. He really loves to watch the swans!
happy boy
It was nice outside so we played on the swing and watched the swans hanging out. He really loves to watch the swans!
Little man, J, and I had a fun afternoon. I was even told that he cried when we left; my heart broke when I heard that. But I had to admit I was exhausted. I made a mental note to myself that I'm not quite there yet in having a little one of my own.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Happy 4th of July
Today we thank God for our country, despite that not everything in America is perfect. We should also take the time to thank our servicemen for their dedication and courage. Most of all we should be thankful for the privileges that the rest of the world cannot experience. In America, we can proudly speak our minds, our sexuality, and what our religion is without fear.
I have been browsing through Pinterest and found a few inspirations for today. What will you be doing to celebrate our independence day?
I have been browsing through Pinterest and found a few inspirations for today. What will you be doing to celebrate our independence day?
I'm in love with that skirt!
I'm definitely going to try this with blueberries and strawberries with a moscato.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Book Project Wednesday
"So? Are you saying that you're missing the Mest gene?" "I'm just saying that some women probably don't have that...mothering instinct...I don't think I have it." "Not at all? Not even a trace of it?" she asks. "Because I've heard a lot of women say that they thought they didn't have it until they had a baby of their own. And then, voila! Nurture city."
That brings me, of course, to the elephant in the room. The think that Jess and Ben and my sisters all are thinking, but won't come out and say altogether: the fact that I don't want children because I have such issues with my own mother...Everyone has a messed-up family-to one extent or another- but we all have an obligation to rise above it...I mean, who believes, for example, that an excuse for a child abuser is that, he too, got cigarettes put out on his arm as a kid?
A stigma that gets buried in your psyche forever. And those feelings must be playing at least a small role in all of this, just as I think my sister Daphne's obsession with having children has a lot to do with wanting to erase the pain my mother caused. On one level, Daphne's approach makes more sense. Yet the thought of a redo is not only unappealing, but terrifying. I don't want that kind of power over anyone. I don't want to be something that someone has to overcome. After all, I think everyone would agree that it's far worse to be a fucked-up mother than it is to have one.
That brings me, of course, to the elephant in the room. The think that Jess and Ben and my sisters all are thinking, but won't come out and say altogether: the fact that I don't want children because I have such issues with my own mother...Everyone has a messed-up family-to one extent or another- but we all have an obligation to rise above it...I mean, who believes, for example, that an excuse for a child abuser is that, he too, got cigarettes put out on his arm as a kid?
A stigma that gets buried in your psyche forever. And those feelings must be playing at least a small role in all of this, just as I think my sister Daphne's obsession with having children has a lot to do with wanting to erase the pain my mother caused. On one level, Daphne's approach makes more sense. Yet the thought of a redo is not only unappealing, but terrifying. I don't want that kind of power over anyone. I don't want to be something that someone has to overcome. After all, I think everyone would agree that it's far worse to be a fucked-up mother than it is to have one.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Praise God for Pizza and Macaroons
I never got the chance to share this but roughly two weeks ago J had an honor guard ceremony to attend (it was a wedding) and it was in Bury. He brought me over so I could hang out at the shops while he was at the ceremony. It was a nice afternoon to shop around by myself and mingle with the locals.
For lunch I set my eyes on Prezzo, a wonderful Italian spot. I was craving for something with lots of carbs and I thought pasta! Then, I saw the pizza menu I knew I was seduced. Feeling a little adventurous with flavors I asked for the prosciutto and mushroom in the classic thin crust. Holy Moly was it Uh-mazing!
I forgot to take a photo of the before when I took a bite, oops!
I destroyed it!
A wonderful afternoon indeed.
Monday, July 1, 2013
Tea at Harriet's
I've been dying to show you photos of my tea with Krystal. Harriet's was wonderful as I said before. I'm hoping to be back soon and buy some jam and clotted cream. MMMMMM!!!
They sell candies, jams, cream, and other little jars of goodies.
A pianist.
delicious!!!
this was all included with the Afternoon Tea Special that Krystal and I split. It was just enough to satisfy us.
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