Archive for ‘Food’

May 3, 2012

End of the Semester & Funemployment Prep

 This happens to be the lovely time of the semester where I fall off the face of the Earth for 2 or 3 weeks because I simply cannot manage both my life and a blog. Anyway, I am back, and I’m ready to get my write on!

 

PRAISE JEEBUS!

School is nearly done. I finished Book Design last night after presenting an interactive story app for Poe’s The Raven. No I did not know John Cusack was making a shitty movie about him at the time I started.

Next week marks the last class of the semester. Info Design has been a decent experience. For my final project, I created an app called Rush. It works as a tool to track your creative conscience. I can’t wait to finish it and be DONE!

There are 15 calendar days until I am officially closing the chapter of my life as a government contractor. Yes, I am still excited. No, I will not miss anything about it.

There are 4 weeks until I leave the country for a summer in Costa Rica. Yes I am still excited. Yes I am still nervous. Yes to all of the above!

I’ve already started setting aside the stuff I am taking (the fun part), and planning what I will do when I  return (necessary evil). So far, things have been smooth. The only part I can honestly say is the 4 vaccines I received yesterday, leaving me feeling like a sick little kid. Polio, Typhoid, Tetanus, and Hepatitis A/B (1st round) vaccines are running through my blood stream as we speak, getting ready to kill all sorts of shit in case I come across it. My own little army lying dormant…

I also bought these extremely thorough kits to prevent me from getting nasty little diseases like Dengue Fever (what the fuck), and another one to ease the discomfort of the travelers diarrhea that I am bound to get. The nurse lectured me for quite a while on what to eat and what not to eat, sucking the fun out of everything as she said no to street food and mixed drinks containing ice from unfiltered ice cubes. What the hell am I supposed to drink?! Oh well, beer it is.  How am I supposed to remember to not open my mouth in the shower, eat fruit salad washed in local water, put a straw in everything, etc? I know I’m a mess, and I’ll forget as soon as someone says, “drink this rum and passion fruit juice.”

 

SAY NO (Photo Courtesy of Pbase.com

 

She also broke my heart by telling me not to pet any animals. I understand why I shouldn’t pet random street dogs, but not hold a sloth monkey? That’s 75 % of the reason I chose Costa Rica! What am I supposed to love on while I’m down there?

Don’t pet him? That’s just mean! Surely this loving little creature won’t give me Ebola or Rabies….
(photo courtesy of escapevillas.com)

Aside from preparing for my doom via bat bite, life is normal for the next few weeks. Lots of things are on the way, but for now, I’m enjoying my last bit of normalcy before I take off. Friends, be prepared for me to be needy and clingy for the next month! I am going to get in as much time with you as I can.

 
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April 11, 2012

Inspired Cooking

The past few years, Easter dinner has been far less fancy of an affair as it once was. My mom used to go all out- ham, sides, snacks, deserts- but not anymore. I can respect her reasons.

Quite simply put, she is just tired and doesn’t feel like cooking.

We have ended up at the Macaroni grill the past two or three years. My parents don’t know other places ( not for my lack of suggesting) that they can get a decently priced Italian (faux ) dinner, without driving all over God’s green earth. On a normal night, I wouldn’t be like “OOOO let’s go there!” but there could be worse places. My grandmother is a big Red Lobster fan (REALLY!?!?! Are we related?!?!) and my parents are pretty much over that, I think. They put the kibosh on Red Lobster requests.

After I tried ordering some sorta pasta that tasted like what I imagine sock broth and chicken with wet rubber would taste like, I glanced across the table at my sisters simple pasta dish. Capellini Pomodoro. Deliciously simple- thin angel hair, fresh tomato sauce with basil and a touch of mozzarella. I did something I almost never do. I told the waiter that I just didn’t like it, and I asked him to please hook me up with whatever my sister is eating. He happily obliged, saying he’d rather I be happy. Bless that man, cause I really was. It tasted way better than the hot ass mess I was eating only moments before, and it was very well made. I promise to stop badmouthing Macaroni Grill and putting it in the same category as The Olive Garden (not happening).

Anyways, I left my leftovers out on the kitchen counter, and I got all pissed off, and decided to make my own damn capellini pomodoro. I loved it. It was delicioso. And then I also made a chocolate cake (of which I have had the teeniest tiny-est slice).

Check it out.

 

Um yeah I do have a double chin here...so what?

March 16, 2012

Its Friday! DING DING!

Well hello lovelies! Happy Friday to you all!

Here is a lovely little review of my week.

Monday, my love celebrated his 30th Birthday! I am so lucky to have this little devil in my life. I read a post on facebook recently that said “Don’t date a man unless you’d be proud to have a son like him.” And I would be. If I can brag about him for a minute, I’d like to just say that William’s heart is incredibly pure. He is loyal, kind, and giving. He is very patient with me, thank God, and has this amazing ability to win over anyone -young kids to old crotchety people. He also has a work ethic unmatched by any man I’ve met since my father. I love William, the gutterbird dearly.

To celebrate, I took him to Red, Hot, and Blue in Laurel. I got through a few catfish fingers, and maybe 2 or 3 ribs before I gave up. I felt ill. The place smelled like meaty yuckness and fat deposits, and I couldn’t hang. But I did get me some of that cake. The smallest piece measurable was satisfying enough. It was nothing in comparison to the huge hunk (1/3 of the cake, shown below) that William took. It was better than the ribs.

The Rib Lovin' Birthday Boy, and his rack of sweet ribs.

He would smack me for saying that.

Anyways, despite the rib sabotage, I did lose another pound bringing me to the 10 pound mark. HOLLER!

Nothing could have made the week more awesome than getting a good grade on my first book design project just before spring break. Now I can relax, and celebrate the weekend.

Tonight, I’ll be heading to the Boogie Down Bronx with my babe to visit family and celebrate more birthdays. Even though it isn’t my birthday,  I still am swindling Will out of a trip to the Bronx Zoo. I can’t wait to see the ORANGUTANGS!

March 11, 2012

What Starting Over Looks Like

Almost three years ago, I lost over 30 pounds. I had lost my job, was bored, and had nothing better to do than go to the gym for almost 2 hours a day, nearly every day. I was never the gym type, but I became the gym type because it gave me something to do. I didn’t realize how big I had gotten, and I didn’t realize how much weight I lost until I got to about 15 pounds. Not so much, you might think, but 15 pounds is a lot on me because I’m short.

I got on Weight Watchers, and lost even more. I was on a roll!. I found a new job, continued being motivated, and continued to lose weight. I was really happy, considering I’ve been a Chubberton my whole life.

Then I got busier and settled in at work. I was happy I had a job, but I really didn’t like what I was doing. Relationships were challenging, and the work never varied. I was doing the same thing every single day, day in and day out (three years later, I’m still doing the same thing) . I became depressed about it, and I didn’t even know I could let something affect me like that. I stopped working out, continued to eat, and the rest is history. Here I am, at the biggest in my, life starting over.

Still, it is OK! Because the beauty is, you can always start over again. I have a second chance. And  will have a second, third, fourth, whatever it takes until I am happy with where I am.

On January 21st, I started over again. I signed up for weight watchers at work. I started going to the gym again. And everyday is still very very hard. Still, I’ve lost 9 pounds, which is more weight than I have managed to get off in the past 2 years.

This is what starting over looks like.

Trips to the Grocery Store

Getting Off My Ass

Getting Off My Ass

Better Food

January 30, 2012

In the Kitchen with Momma

I love my mother, Zaida, and everything she makes. Everything. Especially if it is a Puerto Rican dish! While Flan isn’t native to Puerto Rico, it is just as common as you can imagine it to be in a latin country, and its one of the best oldie but goodie desserts. I never bothered to ask how she made it, but finally, I decided I better learn. I went to my moms house one day for what was supposed to be a quick visit, and I ended up staying all day, cooking in the kitchen with her. I think I just needed one of those days! Here are just a few snapshots of the process.

Making the flan- we made two, one with Coconut mixed in (for my mom) and one without (for me).

If there is a dish that your mom makes that you know you can’t live with out, have you learned how to make it yet? You should! I spent so long thinking it would be difficult but it wasn’t. I’m glad I could stop long enough to enjoy it with her.