It's one month away from my birthday!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Pizza Tour and Cupcakes
Yesterday I went on a food tour. For those of you who know me, I've been going on food tours for the past three or fours years. These tours involve trips around the city going to different restaurants to taste a particular food. My favorite tours have been Bronx Pizza Tour, Brooklyn Pizza Tour and Hot Dogs, which is no surprise because these are some of my favorite foods. So when DT (the friend who organizes the tour) said he was doing a pizza tour...I was in. Originally it was 5 boroughs, but going to and fro from Staten Island is a time suck, so that borough was scrapped and it became a 4 borough tour. But by the time the tour was fully under way, it was clear that the MTA's weekend track work and schedule changes meant that the Bronx had to be cut, so it was a 3 borough tour with 2 stops in Manhattan.
We had a pepperoni pizza at Sac's in Queens...good crust and cheese, a lot sauce, but I think it needed something. Basil? Oregano? I can't place what was needed. But it was a good solid pie.
Then we were off to Franny's in Brooklyn...I didn't get the best vibe from the staff here. The bartender took FOREVER to take a fellow food tourist's espresso order and the place was FAR from packed. Then this place had one of those, "is your whole party here?" rules, which I hate. If I have a party of 4 and 3 of us are here, just seat us. If we said we were three you would seat us at the same table, so why are you wasting our time by having us wait. Hell, we probably would order more if you let us sit down! Anyway, despite that, this place had what I thought were the best of the tour. I liked the pizza with Prosciutto Cotto, Caciocavallo, Onions and Marinated Peppers. I was shocked because I normally don't go for prosciutto, but this was a thicker, a more ham-like cut. DELICIOUS!
The last stop for me, before I took myself back to Mt. V to do the Wii, was Keste in the West Village. Unlike Sac's and Franny's, this place considers itself a pizzeria, where the other two were Italian restaurants offering pasta and other entrees. We ordered the Keste and Salume pizzas. The Keste had prosciutto, arugula and gran cru cheese, in addition to tomato sauce and buffalo mozzarella cheese. The Salume had salami. This place had the best crust, but otherwise I wasn't wowed. I didn't like the prosciutto and the salami was fine, but not outstanding. However, I don't think I've ever had a salami pizza.
In between Franny's and Keste, we took a little break to see if anyone else was going to be going us and it was during this break that I spotted Molly's Cupcakes on Bleeker Street. While hot dogs and pizza are some of my favorite foods, cupcakes are definitely a favorite dessert, so I knew I was going to sample them. DT asked if I wanted to check any yelp reviews before my purchase, but I said, no. I don't need to read reviews to try cupcakes...if I see it, I'll try it. In I went and I saw they had special cupcakes like Pumpkin Spice, Creme Brulee, and Peach Cobbler, and the "normal" cupcakes where you choose your cake and frosting. I decided to get three make my own cupcakes and one special cupcake. My three normal were carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, red velvet cake with butter cream frosting, and vanilla cake with vanilla (sugar) frosting. For the special cupcake I chose the Birthday Cake. I didn't really notice a description, but I clearly saw the price tag...$3.75! I thought "This cupcake better be good."
So after doing my Wii for an hour I decided to sample the cupcakes, starting with the Birthday Cake. I noticed that the cupcake felt really heavy...not necessarily a bad thing, but usually means that it's a bit dense. Then I took the wrapper off and saw what looked like batter in the bottom of it. Ummm...what?!? Is this thing not cooked? I realized that what makes Birthday Cake special is that the cupcake is filled with Cake Batter. I didn't know how to feel about that because raw cake batter can make you sick and I don't mind licking it off the spoon, but filling a cupcake with it? Well, the verdict is, I don't really like it. I only ate half of the cupcake and I didn't think the batter added much to the flavor of the cake on the whole, plus it was too runny. Cake batter in a cupcake doesn't work... I don't need to be reminded about what it tastes like and it does not make me think BIRTHDAY! On my birthdays I liked a basic yellow cake with sweet sugary frosting...usually chocolate, not butter cream. On a basic level, the cake was moist, and while the texture of the frosting was nice, the flavor was bland and not at all what I would expect for a birthday cake.
Next up was Vanilla cake with Vanilla frosting. Again, the cake was moist, but I think it was a little rich and yet not flavorful. I think my stomach even felt a little queasy afterwards...it probably was that damn cake batter.
Tonight I decided to try the last two flavors...Carrot cake with Cream Cheese frosting and Red Velvet with Butter cream frosting.
The carrot cake, like the others, was moist. I think it's safe to say that Molly's doesn't produce a dry cupcake. But the flecks of carrot were barely noticeable and didn't taste better than a box. The frosting gave you that true cream cheese flavor, but a good frosting isn't going to make a mediocre cake better.
And finally the "It" cupcake...Red Velvet. I'm not on the Red Velvet bandwagon, but when I'm trying a new cupcake place I get a red velvet. Shockingly, the red velvet cupcake and the frosting were the best. I was a little nervous, because the red was a little light -- I'm accustomed to darker. But the hint of cocoa was there and the cake was sweet. I think when I said the cakes were bland, I think I meant that they weren't sweet enough. And because the red velvet was sweet (as a cupcake should be), a light butter cream was the perfect compliment.
When I try four cupcakes and only one, my least favorite kind of cupcake, gets high marks, I know that I don't need to make a special trip to Molly's. But I will gladly go back to any of the pizza places...who's treating?
We had a pepperoni pizza at Sac's in Queens...good crust and cheese, a lot sauce, but I think it needed something. Basil? Oregano? I can't place what was needed. But it was a good solid pie.
Then we were off to Franny's in Brooklyn...I didn't get the best vibe from the staff here. The bartender took FOREVER to take a fellow food tourist's espresso order and the place was FAR from packed. Then this place had one of those, "is your whole party here?" rules, which I hate. If I have a party of 4 and 3 of us are here, just seat us. If we said we were three you would seat us at the same table, so why are you wasting our time by having us wait. Hell, we probably would order more if you let us sit down! Anyway, despite that, this place had what I thought were the best of the tour. I liked the pizza with Prosciutto Cotto, Caciocavallo, Onions and Marinated Peppers. I was shocked because I normally don't go for prosciutto, but this was a thicker, a more ham-like cut. DELICIOUS!
The last stop for me, before I took myself back to Mt. V to do the Wii, was Keste in the West Village. Unlike Sac's and Franny's, this place considers itself a pizzeria, where the other two were Italian restaurants offering pasta and other entrees. We ordered the Keste and Salume pizzas. The Keste had prosciutto, arugula and gran cru cheese, in addition to tomato sauce and buffalo mozzarella cheese. The Salume had salami. This place had the best crust, but otherwise I wasn't wowed. I didn't like the prosciutto and the salami was fine, but not outstanding. However, I don't think I've ever had a salami pizza.
In between Franny's and Keste, we took a little break to see if anyone else was going to be going us and it was during this break that I spotted Molly's Cupcakes on Bleeker Street. While hot dogs and pizza are some of my favorite foods, cupcakes are definitely a favorite dessert, so I knew I was going to sample them. DT asked if I wanted to check any yelp reviews before my purchase, but I said, no. I don't need to read reviews to try cupcakes...if I see it, I'll try it. In I went and I saw they had special cupcakes like Pumpkin Spice, Creme Brulee, and Peach Cobbler, and the "normal" cupcakes where you choose your cake and frosting. I decided to get three make my own cupcakes and one special cupcake. My three normal were carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, red velvet cake with butter cream frosting, and vanilla cake with vanilla (sugar) frosting. For the special cupcake I chose the Birthday Cake. I didn't really notice a description, but I clearly saw the price tag...$3.75! I thought "This cupcake better be good."
So after doing my Wii for an hour I decided to sample the cupcakes, starting with the Birthday Cake. I noticed that the cupcake felt really heavy...not necessarily a bad thing, but usually means that it's a bit dense. Then I took the wrapper off and saw what looked like batter in the bottom of it. Ummm...what?!? Is this thing not cooked? I realized that what makes Birthday Cake special is that the cupcake is filled with Cake Batter. I didn't know how to feel about that because raw cake batter can make you sick and I don't mind licking it off the spoon, but filling a cupcake with it? Well, the verdict is, I don't really like it. I only ate half of the cupcake and I didn't think the batter added much to the flavor of the cake on the whole, plus it was too runny. Cake batter in a cupcake doesn't work... I don't need to be reminded about what it tastes like and it does not make me think BIRTHDAY! On my birthdays I liked a basic yellow cake with sweet sugary frosting...usually chocolate, not butter cream. On a basic level, the cake was moist, and while the texture of the frosting was nice, the flavor was bland and not at all what I would expect for a birthday cake.
Next up was Vanilla cake with Vanilla frosting. Again, the cake was moist, but I think it was a little rich and yet not flavorful. I think my stomach even felt a little queasy afterwards...it probably was that damn cake batter.
Tonight I decided to try the last two flavors...Carrot cake with Cream Cheese frosting and Red Velvet with Butter cream frosting.
The carrot cake, like the others, was moist. I think it's safe to say that Molly's doesn't produce a dry cupcake. But the flecks of carrot were barely noticeable and didn't taste better than a box. The frosting gave you that true cream cheese flavor, but a good frosting isn't going to make a mediocre cake better.
And finally the "It" cupcake...Red Velvet. I'm not on the Red Velvet bandwagon, but when I'm trying a new cupcake place I get a red velvet. Shockingly, the red velvet cupcake and the frosting were the best. I was a little nervous, because the red was a little light -- I'm accustomed to darker. But the hint of cocoa was there and the cake was sweet. I think when I said the cakes were bland, I think I meant that they weren't sweet enough. And because the red velvet was sweet (as a cupcake should be), a light butter cream was the perfect compliment.
When I try four cupcakes and only one, my least favorite kind of cupcake, gets high marks, I know that I don't need to make a special trip to Molly's. But I will gladly go back to any of the pizza places...who's treating?
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Let Go
For three days I've been bruised and sore from a night of fighting...fighting with the pole. That's right, I've started taking pole dancing lessons.
I took my first class a few years ago at S Factor. They were all about loving your body, feeling sexy and having a positive body image. At one point an instructor said, "We love our asses, don't we Shayla?!?" And I wanted to laugh because I'm not lacking in body confidence and hearing that while doing hip circles and sticking out our butts was too much. So that wasn't the place for me.
Then I did an intro class at New York Pole Dancing a few months ago for my friend Marsha's 30th Birthday. This was a fun class where we learned a routine, with a spin and climbing sequence. Check out our video, I'm closest to the window in the front row.
We also learned how to give a lap dance. My "boyfriend" will certainly be happy with the skills that I picked up in lap dance area. :) I would take classes at New York Pole, but classes don't come cheap, so when LivingSocial offered a deal ($35 for 5 Intro Classes) at Le Femme Suite in Harlem, Marsha and I signed up.
We took our first class two weeks ago and I was all bruised from that class too. Just as those bruises were healing, we took our second class on Wednesday. Since Marsha and I had been with this instructor before, she showed us a new spin and I was eager to attempt it. I can't really describe it, except to say that I had to kind of fall backwards with my right leg lifted and then my left leg ends up around the pole and I spin. Well, I really wasn't getting it and the idea of falling backwards scared me. Marsha and the instructor would be encouraging as I was close to doing it correctly, but then I would stop myself because it didn't feel right. The instructor said I needed to just "Let Go."
Let Go.
This isn't the first time that I have heard that I just need to stop thinking and let go. Everyone from a foot masseuse to the chiropractor to my swim instructor have said some version of "let go." Relax. Release the tension. Breathe.
When it comes to activities, I need to learn and feel comfortable before I do something. It's true, I don't just throw myself head first into anything, especially something that could hurt me. But what I realize is that I don't hesitate to try. I might not get it right away, but try I will. And if I end up bruised and sore from things that do feel comfortable, why should I be so eager to do something that could have worse consequences? I'm not interesting in really being hurt all for the sake of letting go.
However, I'll accept that bruises, soreness and some hurt are apart of pole dancing and life. Yep, I'm making a connection to life. Lately I've been feeling bruised and sore from situations at work, in the past I've felt hurt from dating and friendships. And truthfully, things do resolve once I let go. This isn't to say that I don't think about the situation, sometimes for weeks, days or maybe even for a few minutes. But eventually I let go...stop taking things personally, stop caring, stop thinking about it and just do my own thing. The key is that I do all of this on my own time...when I'm ready.
So I watched people giggling and laughing as they tried the new spin and I would laugh as I would stop myself and my hands went awry and I was lifting the wrong leg. But after I had thoroughly failed, I grabbed the pole, fell backwards and sure enough, I was spinning.
I took my first class a few years ago at S Factor. They were all about loving your body, feeling sexy and having a positive body image. At one point an instructor said, "We love our asses, don't we Shayla?!?" And I wanted to laugh because I'm not lacking in body confidence and hearing that while doing hip circles and sticking out our butts was too much. So that wasn't the place for me.
Then I did an intro class at New York Pole Dancing a few months ago for my friend Marsha's 30th Birthday. This was a fun class where we learned a routine, with a spin and climbing sequence. Check out our video, I'm closest to the window in the front row.
We also learned how to give a lap dance. My "boyfriend" will certainly be happy with the skills that I picked up in lap dance area. :) I would take classes at New York Pole, but classes don't come cheap, so when LivingSocial offered a deal ($35 for 5 Intro Classes) at Le Femme Suite in Harlem, Marsha and I signed up.
We took our first class two weeks ago and I was all bruised from that class too. Just as those bruises were healing, we took our second class on Wednesday. Since Marsha and I had been with this instructor before, she showed us a new spin and I was eager to attempt it. I can't really describe it, except to say that I had to kind of fall backwards with my right leg lifted and then my left leg ends up around the pole and I spin. Well, I really wasn't getting it and the idea of falling backwards scared me. Marsha and the instructor would be encouraging as I was close to doing it correctly, but then I would stop myself because it didn't feel right. The instructor said I needed to just "Let Go."
Let Go.
This isn't the first time that I have heard that I just need to stop thinking and let go. Everyone from a foot masseuse to the chiropractor to my swim instructor have said some version of "let go." Relax. Release the tension. Breathe.
When it comes to activities, I need to learn and feel comfortable before I do something. It's true, I don't just throw myself head first into anything, especially something that could hurt me. But what I realize is that I don't hesitate to try. I might not get it right away, but try I will. And if I end up bruised and sore from things that do feel comfortable, why should I be so eager to do something that could have worse consequences? I'm not interesting in really being hurt all for the sake of letting go.
However, I'll accept that bruises, soreness and some hurt are apart of pole dancing and life. Yep, I'm making a connection to life. Lately I've been feeling bruised and sore from situations at work, in the past I've felt hurt from dating and friendships. And truthfully, things do resolve once I let go. This isn't to say that I don't think about the situation, sometimes for weeks, days or maybe even for a few minutes. But eventually I let go...stop taking things personally, stop caring, stop thinking about it and just do my own thing. The key is that I do all of this on my own time...when I'm ready.
So I watched people giggling and laughing as they tried the new spin and I would laugh as I would stop myself and my hands went awry and I was lifting the wrong leg. But after I had thoroughly failed, I grabbed the pole, fell backwards and sure enough, I was spinning.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
It's April...err...September
I thought showers were supposed to happen in April, not September. Between Hurricane Irene and apparently left over rain from Hurricane Lee? (no one really mentioned it on the news) September has been a really rainy month. I know it's only the 8th, but three days of rain is really a bit much for me to handle. The only thing that has been good is the fact that I got rain boots!
I've noticed recently how rain boots are fashionable again. I remember having a pair of galoshes when I was in kindergarten. They were low and there was a band that hooked over a button. I think there was a button and a band because they went over my shoes, where as the ones that most people are wearing these days are not worn over shoes but are the shoe. Anyway, I had been searching for a pair for a while. What I noticed was that my big legs could not tolerate the high boots...the ones that go over the calf. And lower boots weren't in high supply. Also rain boots, even though they are just rubber, can be pretty expensive. So when I found this pair at Macy's for 11 bucks on Monday I grabbed them! Who knew that they would come in handy so soon?
I just love looking down at my feet. The day may be rainy and dreary, but seeing this cute pattern, feeling the freedom of my calves and knowing I got the boots I had been searching for a steal makes me happy!
I just love looking down at my feet. The day may be rainy and dreary, but seeing this cute pattern, feeling the freedom of my calves and knowing I got the boots I had been searching for a steal makes me happy!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Shoes and other things...
I was walking around work today in shoes and thought, I'm going to blog about shoes. Lately I've gotten into a very bad habit of wearing my sneakers all day. The attire at my job is business casual, so sneakers shouldn't be apart of my wardrobe equation. But I workout right before work, and then have a bit of a walk/train/bus ride, so wearing shoes doesn't make sense to me. I feel like I'm still commuting and in my mind, commuting means sneakers. Yet, when I get to work, I just haven't felt motivated to change my shoes. So I could have on a lovely dress and when you look at my feet...sneakers!
It was today that I decided to wear with my outfit one of the three pairs of shoes that I keep at my desk. I had on a black button-down shirt with ruffles, dark denim-like pants and for my shoes I chose my red and black flats with black piping. My outfit was rather smart, if I do say so myself..simple and classic with, as everyone seems to say these days, "a pop of color." My hair was freshly done and flowing and I really felt I looked nice. I began to think, how could I not wear shoes every day? I will wear shoes and not sneakers from now on at work!
Anyway, I was feeling good and I decided to do another thing that I rarely do...leave my desk for lunch. I grabbed my bag, brought my book and took a quick ride down to 96th to browse Home Goods and Modell's. Strolling outside, the glow of the sun made my outfit even better. Really...it did. I caught my reflection in the window and thought, "Nice...very nice." Then, confirmation. This man in Home Goods said shook my had and said, "You look very nice Miss." I thanked him and thought, "I knew it!"
On my way home, I changed back into my sneakers and left the shoes under my desk because I was in commuter mode once again. I stood on the platform and noticed this man looking at me, so I immediately diverted my attention because I didn't want to talk. But I turned in his direction to see if the train was coming and he took his opportunity to say hello, asked my about the book I'm reading, (The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks btw) and then he did what I call "The Run Down." "What do you do?" "Do you have a husband?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" My answers... "Fundraising." "No" "Yes." He followed up and said, that I was a nice-looking lady and that if my BF isn't acting right, that I should call him. I did my obligatory chuckle and made sure we didn't get in the same car when the subway came.
As I rode my one stop, I thought about all the times when I've said I had a boyfriend and didn't. And I know all women have made one up, but just when is this boyfriend that I'm pretending to have going to materialize? And the other thing I thought was, sneakers or shoes, I looked really nice today. :)
It was today that I decided to wear with my outfit one of the three pairs of shoes that I keep at my desk. I had on a black button-down shirt with ruffles, dark denim-like pants and for my shoes I chose my red and black flats with black piping. My outfit was rather smart, if I do say so myself..simple and classic with, as everyone seems to say these days, "a pop of color." My hair was freshly done and flowing and I really felt I looked nice. I began to think, how could I not wear shoes every day? I will wear shoes and not sneakers from now on at work!
Anyway, I was feeling good and I decided to do another thing that I rarely do...leave my desk for lunch. I grabbed my bag, brought my book and took a quick ride down to 96th to browse Home Goods and Modell's. Strolling outside, the glow of the sun made my outfit even better. Really...it did. I caught my reflection in the window and thought, "Nice...very nice." Then, confirmation. This man in Home Goods said shook my had and said, "You look very nice Miss." I thanked him and thought, "I knew it!"
On my way home, I changed back into my sneakers and left the shoes under my desk because I was in commuter mode once again. I stood on the platform and noticed this man looking at me, so I immediately diverted my attention because I didn't want to talk. But I turned in his direction to see if the train was coming and he took his opportunity to say hello, asked my about the book I'm reading, (The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks btw) and then he did what I call "The Run Down." "What do you do?" "Do you have a husband?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" My answers... "Fundraising." "No" "Yes." He followed up and said, that I was a nice-looking lady and that if my BF isn't acting right, that I should call him. I did my obligatory chuckle and made sure we didn't get in the same car when the subway came.
As I rode my one stop, I thought about all the times when I've said I had a boyfriend and didn't. And I know all women have made one up, but just when is this boyfriend that I'm pretending to have going to materialize? And the other thing I thought was, sneakers or shoes, I looked really nice today. :)
Monday, August 29, 2011
Blogging and Blogs
If you're one of the few people who check my blog periodically, you probably notice that I don't really blog that much, and that may have deterred you from checking more regularly. But for some reason August has been a banner month for me. I don't know why. I guess I've felt I had the time to write something (or finish old posts), and that I've had something to say. I've gotten away from needing to have an elaborate or funny story to tell...though I do have an old story that I've been asked to share, and will. I've also always thought my posts needed to be long but they don't. Freedom from these self-imposed restrictions has got me blogging a little bit more.
Anyway, I was talking with Maya yesterday and she said she was looking for some good blogs to read...we're both taking a break from Facebook until September, so I guess you could say we have a little more time on our hands for other internet pursuits. I asked her about how she finds blogs and said that was part of the problem, searching for them. I don't really follow blogs and those that I do browse are usually by people I know, but I looked at my blogger dashboard and realized that I did actually decide to follow one random blog a few months ago.
Stuff by Nicole by Nicole Alesi
Nicole is an illustrator and when I sent my 30th birthday evite via pingg, I chose one of her designs because I felt it totally captured my vibe and spirit. Here is a picture of the girl who was on the e-card. It's retro me! Purple dress...cake...yes!
Stuff by Nicole by Nicole Alesi
I think her stuff is cool. It's modern, but she also has a retro vibe and I love that the people in her illustrations are diverse. Her blog features pieces and series that she's working on and highlights new items in her store on etsy. Check her out! And if anyone wants to commission her to do a triptych of Shayla illustrations, please feel free. Don't forget, I've got a new place with lots of empty walls. :)
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Realizations
So it's Sunday and I have just survived Hurricane Irene. I decided to go over to my parents' place, rather than be along in mine should the worst happen, but honestly, with the exception of the constant TV news footage blaring in the background and infiltrating my dreams, this just felt like a normal storm. Anyway, it was before and during this storm that I had a bunch of realizations.
It's almost September.
I got my train pass in the mail and couldn't believe that September is a few days away. I'm no longer in school, but September always feels like the "start." It also means that I need to get my fall vacation plans in the works.
Cooking is not so bad.
I do like trying recipes...shocking. Forcing myself to cook every week made cooking easier. I'm experimenting and cooking (not just baking) for others. I've made dinner for daddy a few times and earlier this month I made a balsamic marinade, which I used on chicken breast that I then grilled and prepared a BLT pasta salad for a picnic date...yes, a date DATE.
I like watching food shows, but I think I'm tired of celebrity chefs.
The way that people talk about celebrity chefs is really too much. I watch shows on Fox, Food Network, Bravo and I think the amateur/not known chefs and contestants are talking about how great these celebrity chefs are and know they haven't tasted their food. And let me say, I've been to a few restaurants owned by celebrity chefs and rarely have been WOWed.
I think wearing thongs/g-strings with jeans is ridiculous.
I saw a woman at the gym and she was slipping on her jeans over a thong. Why do women do that? Denim is the one fabric that is so tough that you don't even really need to worry about panty lines. Denim is so tough that if you have a wedgie it's hard to pull out. BTW, I think g-strings and thongs basically should be called wedgies because that's how they feel. And denim is so tough, that stitchings create bumps that could cause friction. Friction is not good and a little ol' thong provides no barrier, and may cause some other issues...ladies, I think you get my drift.
I feel embarrassed for the people who have to stand behind public officials during press conferences and briefings.
With the additional conferences from mayors, governors and other elected officials about the Hurricane, I've been noticing the people who stand behind them. For some reason, I just feel embarrassed for them. I don't know why I feel embarrassed, but I do. I just imagine myself having to stand there and look interested and not scratch an itch or cough, knowing that I'm not going to say anything. I also imagine that they feel excited to be on TV and then I feel bad that they are excited by that. Sometimes it's clear who they are, for example the fire commissioner and the police commissioner. But who are are the other people? Why are they there? Who tells them where to stand? And if there are more than two or three standing back there, why? Do ten people need to stand huddled close together behind the public official? The official needs that much back up? Embarrassing.
So there you have it...five realizations courtesy of Hurricane Irene and only one semi-related to the great Hurricane.
It's almost September.
I got my train pass in the mail and couldn't believe that September is a few days away. I'm no longer in school, but September always feels like the "start." It also means that I need to get my fall vacation plans in the works.
Cooking is not so bad.
I do like trying recipes...shocking. Forcing myself to cook every week made cooking easier. I'm experimenting and cooking (not just baking) for others. I've made dinner for daddy a few times and earlier this month I made a balsamic marinade, which I used on chicken breast that I then grilled and prepared a BLT pasta salad for a picnic date...yes, a date DATE.
I like watching food shows, but I think I'm tired of celebrity chefs.
The way that people talk about celebrity chefs is really too much. I watch shows on Fox, Food Network, Bravo and I think the amateur/not known chefs and contestants are talking about how great these celebrity chefs are and know they haven't tasted their food. And let me say, I've been to a few restaurants owned by celebrity chefs and rarely have been WOWed.
I think wearing thongs/g-strings with jeans is ridiculous.
I saw a woman at the gym and she was slipping on her jeans over a thong. Why do women do that? Denim is the one fabric that is so tough that you don't even really need to worry about panty lines. Denim is so tough that if you have a wedgie it's hard to pull out. BTW, I think g-strings and thongs basically should be called wedgies because that's how they feel. And denim is so tough, that stitchings create bumps that could cause friction. Friction is not good and a little ol' thong provides no barrier, and may cause some other issues...ladies, I think you get my drift.
I feel embarrassed for the people who have to stand behind public officials during press conferences and briefings.
With the additional conferences from mayors, governors and other elected officials about the Hurricane, I've been noticing the people who stand behind them. For some reason, I just feel embarrassed for them. I don't know why I feel embarrassed, but I do. I just imagine myself having to stand there and look interested and not scratch an itch or cough, knowing that I'm not going to say anything. I also imagine that they feel excited to be on TV and then I feel bad that they are excited by that. Sometimes it's clear who they are, for example the fire commissioner and the police commissioner. But who are are the other people? Why are they there? Who tells them where to stand? And if there are more than two or three standing back there, why? Do ten people need to stand huddled close together behind the public official? The official needs that much back up? Embarrassing.
So there you have it...five realizations courtesy of Hurricane Irene and only one semi-related to the great Hurricane.
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