First off. Moby’s 1999 hit “Southside” featuring Gwen Stefani may be the most embarrassing song to try and sing if you don’t know the words.
I know this because I tried to do so on a recent road trip and made a total fool of myself in the process. Just when I thought I’d figured it out which “side” they were going to, they’d change it to “north side” and I’d look like an idiot.
In the words of Homer Simpson, “D’OH!”
I made Jessica’s Creamy Caprese Pasta a couple nights back and it was quite delightful.
I just realized my garlic bread looked like a handlebar mustache. Ha. How very Portland of it.
John and I both approved of this dish and agreed that it will be making more appearances in our kitchen in the future.
I followed the recipe exactly, however didn’t have access to good quality fresh basil so I subbed dried. But that’s what I get for living in the middle of nowhere Topeka, Kansas. “D’OH!”
This is a noodle I
just named Tony.
You know, the one staring you in the face right now? I believe in this photo he was saying something very Italian like, “Hey, I’m Toniiiiii. Whatchoo doin’ lay-ta sweetHAaaart! You wanna get dinna or somethin’?”
I later ate Tony. And that is where this story ends.
Jessica’s recipe was spot on, and was only enhanced only by a glass of red wine…
… an evening bike ride (which came to an abrupt halt after encountering and very likely swallowing an alarming numbing of bugs), and a very farm girl-sized ice cream cone.
Chocolate chip cookie dough. You never disappoint. Never.
This book is great.
If you’re an aspiring writer – or just want to write better – I suggest you read it, preferably while drinking a latte. It’s a good activity choice.
I’ve been feeling a little puny the last couple evenings and I can’t quite pinpoint the cause. All I know is that it seems to come on a couple hours after I work out. I haven’t been doing anything different as far as exercise routine or diet goes so I don’t know what the problem is.
As a result I’ve decided to take the next couple days off from working out to see if I’ve just been overdoing it. That’s probably the issue since I’m such a busy body all the time and hate to skip workouts even when I’m not feeling great. Someday, I’ll learn…maybe.
The good news is, the downtime has allowed me to spawn some pretty profound thoughts, which, once writing down in my journal, made me chuckle. And so, I thought I’d share a few of those thoughts with you right now.
You may laugh. You may not. Either way, we’re doing this. Here goes.
“I hate being sick.”
“When debilitated, I pray more.”
“I like stretchy pants.”
“My stomach is a pansy.”
“I better at least lose some weight out of this ordeal.”
Do note: that’s tea, not beer, just in case you were getting ready to point a grubby judgmental finger at me for consuming alcohol around what appears to be the noon hour.
So, there. Glad we cleared that up.
alright, that’s all for now.
hope to see you again soon.
Do you ever give your food names, make it imaginary talk, and then feel slightly sad after eating it? Don’t tell me I’m the only one.
What’s piquing your interest this week? Artsy things, writing and fried food.
Obsession of the moment. Ice cream, but that’s nothing new.