Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Be happy with what you have
and you will have plenty to be happy with.
I have discovered that I tread 'happy' with caution, fearful that if I get too comfortable with it the, 'other shoe will drop' so to speak. More superstitious than I would care to admit, I am hesitant to give it a shout out until well after the fact just to stay on the safe side.
So as I sat down this evening contemplating whether to explore the computer for images to finally (as in FIN.A.LLY) wrap up the 2016 photo book, OR, take the shorter bus and simply pick one or two suitable photos to pop up on instagram, I was amused at the number of images I had dealing with cooking or food.
I had forgotten all the happy foods of 2016.
New recipes, destinations, or fun outings with family and friends.
The fun breakfast at The Greenbrier with my husband, brother and sister-in-law. The food was good - getting away for a weekend to break from the winter humdrum was even better.
Tea time at Intercontinental Park Lane in London, UK.
One lump or two?
or perhaps latte?
Or there was the time we had delicious calamari at Brio Tuscan Grille at Tyson's Corner - celebrating our 'actual' anniversary.
And there was time time we went to the local flea market to find items for our son's first apartment and found these beauties in the farmers' market portion. 'Tie-dyed tomatoes'.
We've had fun and enjoyed trying different meals with Blue Apron
(but have put it on hold for a little while until I can get caught up with things).
and Disney treats -
Saturday, January 21, 2017
I am thinking at one point or another I must have remarked that I would like to have some home cooked food in this crazy busy life of ours. Not another meal from another restaurant, I have become very disappointed with a good many of our regular stops where the service has gotten sloppy and the quality of food has become subpar. Limp and soggy flatbread and frozen celery being just two examples that come to mind. And yes you read that right - FROZEN celery.
Who the crap freezes celery?
My husband apparently has grown tired of my sending food back or caving in and not eating my meal so he suggested it might be good to try one of these food services. After some research the decision was made to try Blue Apron. For someone who is an incredibly picky eater, he gets a lot of joy watching me try different foods and different restaurants.
Seared Chicken and potatoes.
The chicken and potatoes were accompanied by kale and mushroom.
Seared chicken is nothing new for me,
mashed potatoes aren't either
(though I tend to bake my chicken more often these days
and mashed potatoes are reserved for when I have a sore throat or holidays).
The directions were set out in manageable and easy to follow steps, and everything you needed was included except olive oil, salt and pepper.
I enjoy kale for salads, but now I think I might have to cook it up with some mushrooms in the future.
To quote Rachael Ray - it was "delish".
Going into this we were curious how truly fresh the food would be or if there would be enough for 2 legit servings (even though in my case I will have the 2nd serving as a second dinner later in the week). So far I am pleasantly pleased with both the quality and quantity of food. Enough - not too much.
Blue Apron - it's what's for dinner (or at least it is for the next couple of weeks).
Monday, January 16, 2017
Why have a ho-hum thumb drive when you can have a robot?
and look how cute they are together
(plus the shinny fella actually earns his keep)
and you may ask - "seriously, has she nothing better to photography than an Amazon box statue standing with a robot thumb drive?"
nope - I've got him. Oscar.
Possibly one of the most cooperative feline photo subjects in the house.
Monday, January 9, 2017
The night before the Rose Parade we made our way to my husband's beloved Cheesecake Factory (still disappointed Penny left waitressing at CF to be a pharmaceutical sales rep --- for all you Big Bang Theory fans). We came across every variety of parade viewer. Folks with their benches, stack of chairs, inflatable couch/bed/floats. Sectioned off squares of the sidewalk that would for the next 18 hours become their domain. Some prepared to make it through the night in a sleeping bag, others with high tech propane heaters.
What amazed me were the number with young (we're talking itty bitty) babies and dogs (of all sizes).
I love a parade as much as the next guy, but common sense people.
FYI - no one brought their cat. Perhaps that says something about the sensibility of cat people. (tongue in cheek because while I am officially the neighborhood crazy cat lady --- qualified early for the crazy portion of that --- I love dogs every bit as much, they just haven't been in the cards as house pets goes).
and then there are the cars.
People in California are over the moon about cars and boy do they love to show it off.
Lowriders - not something you will see cruising down the local streets.
And security - from bike patrol, foot patrol, to whatever these guys were.
As with just about anything, there is so much to the story than the main event
and a parade (especially the 'granddaddy of em all') is no exception.
Friday, January 6, 2017
As we fret about the weather back home on the East Coast, snow and ice and flight delays reeking havoc on one child's return to Japan and the other child's travel to and from work -
we (not so secretly) would rather just be hanging at the beach.
My husband's ideal day at the beach is to simply find a bench and sit back and enjoy the melody of the waves crashing against the rocks, pounding the sand, with the occasional seagull chatter as they make their way to their next perch.
I, on the other hand, can't wait to get to the sand to make my way around the bend where I can explore photo ops and inspect the water pools for urchins and starfish.
Treasure Island in Laguna is top of my list of sightseeing each time I visit my sister;
Laguna Beach, my go to for art, shopping, and food.
Laguna Beach, my go to for art, shopping, and food.
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Several years back I decided I wanted to make 'going to the Rose Parade' a reality so I conspired with my sister and coordinated with my husband and made it happen. The parade was on the bucket list; the time I spend with my sister finally seeing her world in California long overdue. The trip has become a bit of a tradition now and a new adventure every time.
Just as with everything when you get older, this year's parade seemed to go by faster. At one point I half expected the bands to break into a sprint in order to keep up with the floats and I'm fairly sure one of the rides nearly did a wheelie when the driver hit the gas. Of course there is the other side to this, as you get older you appreciate the quickness of the event if for no other reason than the sake of your bladder.
While I fully enjoyed the surfing dogs on the longest float in Rose Parade
history, I would have to say that the giraffe was probably my favorite.
And the float that moved me the most was the one honoring the lost lives in the Orlando massacre. My heart ached for both the lost souls and their families at the same time beamed with pride at the survivors who stand proud and remind us that even after the darkest moment you must hold your head up and move forward. Also a reminder that senseless tragedy as this must be conquered with love and compassion.
Wishing everyone a Happy 2017.
Let the new adventures begin
and the memories saved for prosperity
with wonderful and creative photographs.