I went to my first double-header live Basketball Game.
I know, surprising this was a first.
Thank you Libby for your BBallin heart and patience to fill me in on game calls.
CSULA (Mom's Alma Mater--woot woot Golden Eagles) vs. Humboldt State
Girls (don't remember the score) but Humboldt won
Guys 73-74 Humboldt won in overtime (good game!)
Hot dogs and hoochie mommas were the theme of the night.
Now I know more about Basketball than I ever have. I have been to a college Basketball game and I'm not in college any more. And I can definitely say I would choose Basketball over baseball any day (sorry, I know that may offend some).
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Saturday Walk; outing #2 (And cookies Recipe #?)
After a long week: nine days of up and down and up and down (and we're not talking about those cute little exercises Winnie the Pooh does each morning) and lots of rain I was ready to get out and get moving. I needed some fresh air, some green trees and a quiet walk to ease my mind.
I thought I would head down to South Pasadena and take a loop around my short-term summer neighborhood. There's a 2.8 mile square with only about 2 stoplights which is perfect for an afternoon stroll. I let my mind wander freely, walking through the past few days, working out the questions and trying to create some sort of organization for the days to come. The cool clean after the rain air helped me to detox from it all. The mountains were snow-capped and the plants were saturated from the long rain. I was finally able to break free from the tension and questions as my heart-rate rose and body warmed up. My fingers weren't cold any more so i rolled my sleeves up and fixed my gaze ahead.
I walked past an art store I had notice a dozen times before, and decided today was the day to take a look. The artist was extremely prolific and had a beautiful collection of paintings. Many abstract, some of women, animals, vases and voluptuous characters. I have been waiting to fill a space above my couch and was looking for a painting to place there. I found one which suited my taste, but not my wallet (of course). It was red, orange and yellow; rectangles arranged in a circular pattern. Dark and rich colors were the background for a demure tree; black and leafless. Two branches stretched away from each other but close enough as if each branch were still looking at the other--questioningly, painfully, betrayed.
I thanked him for his time and talents, said I needed to think about the painting before I would make a decision about purchasing it. I continued my walk up Fair Oaks for which there is very little to report. The rest of the day moved along with purpose but without haste. I had decided to try a new recipe for Chocolate Chip cookies and altered it a teensy bit myself (Kahlua instead of Vanilla Extract (it is a little thicker and adds a hint of coffee to pair with the chocolate); and a combination of semi-sweet choc chips and dark-chocolate chunks). I must say they are delicious (I have probably had a dozen myself!).
(Next post I will make sure to have the right numbers for my tally).
I thought I would head down to South Pasadena and take a loop around my short-term summer neighborhood. There's a 2.8 mile square with only about 2 stoplights which is perfect for an afternoon stroll. I let my mind wander freely, walking through the past few days, working out the questions and trying to create some sort of organization for the days to come. The cool clean after the rain air helped me to detox from it all. The mountains were snow-capped and the plants were saturated from the long rain. I was finally able to break free from the tension and questions as my heart-rate rose and body warmed up. My fingers weren't cold any more so i rolled my sleeves up and fixed my gaze ahead.
I walked past an art store I had notice a dozen times before, and decided today was the day to take a look. The artist was extremely prolific and had a beautiful collection of paintings. Many abstract, some of women, animals, vases and voluptuous characters. I have been waiting to fill a space above my couch and was looking for a painting to place there. I found one which suited my taste, but not my wallet (of course). It was red, orange and yellow; rectangles arranged in a circular pattern. Dark and rich colors were the background for a demure tree; black and leafless. Two branches stretched away from each other but close enough as if each branch were still looking at the other--questioningly, painfully, betrayed.
I thanked him for his time and talents, said I needed to think about the painting before I would make a decision about purchasing it. I continued my walk up Fair Oaks for which there is very little to report. The rest of the day moved along with purpose but without haste. I had decided to try a new recipe for Chocolate Chip cookies and altered it a teensy bit myself (Kahlua instead of Vanilla Extract (it is a little thicker and adds a hint of coffee to pair with the chocolate); and a combination of semi-sweet choc chips and dark-chocolate chunks). I must say they are delicious (I have probably had a dozen myself!).
(Next post I will make sure to have the right numbers for my tally).
Friday, January 22, 2010
Recipe #3? yes 3
What counts as a new recipe? Just that I haven't made it before? I think that's good...
Tonight:balsamic vinaigrette with some dijon, lemon juice and white wine vinegar... pretty tasty and a fun experiment
Salad with Grilled Chicken (Garlic, Rosemary, Lemon and a touch of Olive Oil)
Mixed Greens topped with blueberries, almonds and apple (and whatever else comes from the fridge).
Company= Rachel Bos
Maybe we will share a chardonnay.
Tonight:balsamic vinaigrette with some dijon, lemon juice and white wine vinegar... pretty tasty and a fun experiment
Salad with Grilled Chicken (Garlic, Rosemary, Lemon and a touch of Olive Oil)
Mixed Greens topped with blueberries, almonds and apple (and whatever else comes from the fridge).
Company= Rachel Bos
Maybe we will share a chardonnay.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Recipe #2
Cajun-Blackened Salmon and Pasta Primavera
Paired with a Chilean Pinot Noir "Terrarum"
Just about the perfect meal in my mind, some of my favorite flavors beautifully grilled to perfection.
Tip: Choose Cajun spices that are salt-free for a healthier and more Unadulterated Spice!
Libby and I enjoyed this meal together on a Friday Night. We then tried to make it to Ikea before they closed. I was wrong, they close at 9 not 10... lesson learned.
A hint from my Grandfather: Any future or prospective boyfriends might want to pay attention to this one ;)
Paired with a Chilean Pinot Noir "Terrarum"
Just about the perfect meal in my mind, some of my favorite flavors beautifully grilled to perfection.
Tip: Choose Cajun spices that are salt-free for a healthier and more Unadulterated Spice!
Libby and I enjoyed this meal together on a Friday Night. We then tried to make it to Ikea before they closed. I was wrong, they close at 9 not 10... lesson learned.
A hint from my Grandfather: Any future or prospective boyfriends might want to pay attention to this one ;)
Recipe #1
Buttermilk Biscuits some with Blueberry and Almond
These biscuits were inspired by tea with Amber and recipe perusing with Rachel.
The company that comes with food is one of the best parts! I enjoy cooking, preparing, smelling, and eating but most of all I enjoy the intimate, laughable and often a little outrageous memories made over a meal.
These biscuits were dubbed Sh*t Biscuits because in the Joy of cooking the recipe that follows Buttermilk Biscuits is a kid's recipe called "SHIP" Biscuits. Rachel misheard my recipe reading and the evening progressed in this fashion.
They came out looking tasty on the outside but not quite as soft and fluffy as I had hoped... this may have been due to the fact that I noticed the oven wasn't quite hot enough... I had pre-set it to 400 (though it called for 425) because it is a new oven, and I had never cooked in it before. So when I saw that it was 375 as the biscuits went in I raised the temp to the recommended 25...
About 8 minutes later I smelled a faint burning scent and thought to check on my Sh*t Biscuits. And Sh*t the oven had sky-rocketed to 550degrees!!! They were golden brown on the outside (as picture shows)... but black on the bottoms (conveniently hidden in said picture).
Moral of the story: when you are making Sh*t Biscuits make sure you know the temperature of your oven or you'll be Sh*t out of luck and biscuits.
These biscuits were inspired by tea with Amber and recipe perusing with Rachel.
The company that comes with food is one of the best parts! I enjoy cooking, preparing, smelling, and eating but most of all I enjoy the intimate, laughable and often a little outrageous memories made over a meal.
These biscuits were dubbed Sh*t Biscuits because in the Joy of cooking the recipe that follows Buttermilk Biscuits is a kid's recipe called "SHIP" Biscuits. Rachel misheard my recipe reading and the evening progressed in this fashion.
They came out looking tasty on the outside but not quite as soft and fluffy as I had hoped... this may have been due to the fact that I noticed the oven wasn't quite hot enough... I had pre-set it to 400 (though it called for 425) because it is a new oven, and I had never cooked in it before. So when I saw that it was 375 as the biscuits went in I raised the temp to the recommended 25...
About 8 minutes later I smelled a faint burning scent and thought to check on my Sh*t Biscuits. And Sh*t the oven had sky-rocketed to 550degrees!!! They were golden brown on the outside (as picture shows)... but black on the bottoms (conveniently hidden in said picture).
Moral of the story: when you are making Sh*t Biscuits make sure you know the temperature of your oven or you'll be Sh*t out of luck and biscuits.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Saturday 1/9 Lacey Park
Here are a few pictures of my outing with Rachel at Lacey Park. Beautiful, large park in San Marino. Highly recommend. Good for reading, picnicking, walking and leaf-crunching.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Twenty-Six and Twenty-Ten
After a LOOOONG journey over the past six months (read: years) I finally feel like I'm getting my feet back under me. I have been so blessed over the past six months with many changes and a TON of generous support and gifts along the way that have helped me reach a place of peace, comfort, joy and hope. I will not go into the details of the past six months (years) but I do wish to share with you a dream and goal I have for my 26th birth-year and the year 2010.
26x2 is 52. There are 52 weeks in a year...
I love trying new things but often lack the motivation (sometimes creativity) to live into this.
I love food.
I love adventures.
My Two Goals for 26/2010 are as follows:
Try 26 new recipes
Go out and do 26 new adventures (parks, museums, hikes, adventures etc.)
I NEED YOUR HELP! This is a phrase I am learning how to better use in my life :)
I would love your participation in sharing this journey with me. Please share with me a favorite family recipe or join me on an adventure to somewhere you've longed to explore! And maybe even a story about why it's so special to you.
IE: The Knutzen Brussels Sprout Story
One day Chrissie's friend Jessie Torres was visiting and stayed over for dinner. When we sat down at our kitchen table, around the brown vinyl booth a tiny little voice from blonde-haired, blue-eyed Jessie proclaimed "Ewwww! I hate Brussels-sprouts!" To which my ingenious and quick-witted mother replied "Oh, don't worry Jessie, these aren't really Brussels sprouts they are 'snaggle-wumpus.' Yes, they look like Brussels sprouts but they don't taste much like them, just try for yourself and see." (My mother placed two 'snaggle-wumpus' on each of our plates, drowned them in butter and topped it with a pinch of salt). Jessie hesitantly examined the small green leafy bulb on her fork and popped it into her mouth. "Mmmmm, these are good! I think I like 'snaggle-wumpus.'" Jessie proceeded to share with her own mother what a great meal Mrs. Knutzen had prepared and asked if she would make 'snaggle-wumpus' too.
When the two mothers finally connected about this mystery-vegetable Mrs. Torres proclaimed "How did you get her to eat those, I hate Brussels Sprouts!"
Please join me in making 26/2010 a memorable year!
Peace
26x2 is 52. There are 52 weeks in a year...
I love trying new things but often lack the motivation (sometimes creativity) to live into this.
I love food.
I love adventures.
My Two Goals for 26/2010 are as follows:
Try 26 new recipes
Go out and do 26 new adventures (parks, museums, hikes, adventures etc.)
I NEED YOUR HELP! This is a phrase I am learning how to better use in my life :)
I would love your participation in sharing this journey with me. Please share with me a favorite family recipe or join me on an adventure to somewhere you've longed to explore! And maybe even a story about why it's so special to you.
IE: The Knutzen Brussels Sprout Story
One day Chrissie's friend Jessie Torres was visiting and stayed over for dinner. When we sat down at our kitchen table, around the brown vinyl booth a tiny little voice from blonde-haired, blue-eyed Jessie proclaimed "Ewwww! I hate Brussels-sprouts!" To which my ingenious and quick-witted mother replied "Oh, don't worry Jessie, these aren't really Brussels sprouts they are 'snaggle-wumpus.' Yes, they look like Brussels sprouts but they don't taste much like them, just try for yourself and see." (My mother placed two 'snaggle-wumpus' on each of our plates, drowned them in butter and topped it with a pinch of salt). Jessie hesitantly examined the small green leafy bulb on her fork and popped it into her mouth. "Mmmmm, these are good! I think I like 'snaggle-wumpus.'" Jessie proceeded to share with her own mother what a great meal Mrs. Knutzen had prepared and asked if she would make 'snaggle-wumpus' too.
When the two mothers finally connected about this mystery-vegetable Mrs. Torres proclaimed "How did you get her to eat those, I hate Brussels Sprouts!"
Please join me in making 26/2010 a memorable year!
Peace
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