If my coworkers ever see me limping into the office on crutches, they should probably not assume I was kickboxing. Let’s not be ridiculous…
If they knew me at all, they would probably bring up this Office classic:
Except that it would be more accurate to replace “Foreman grill” with “waffle iron.”
I’m clumsy, but that’s neither here nor there–what I’m saying is, I’ve been making a LOT of waffles lately. And if I did have a kitchen appliance in my bedroom a la Michael Scott… It would be a Belgian waffle iron.
Anyway. The appliances will stay where they are for now, but still–no slowing down with the waffles! Inspired by these pear-gorgonzola beauties, I forge ahead. This time, there are cured pork products too.
Posted in Breakfast, Fall, Main courses, Meat, weekend
Tagged apples, breakfast, brunch, cheddar, cheese, Fruit, michael scott, prosciutto, sweet and savory, the office, waffles
What a weekend this one was! Foodbuzz Festival ’12, my first, was a dashing success in my book. Lovely people, lovely setting of San Francisco, lovely weather, lovely food and drink, and did I mention the lovely people?
So, so excellent. I can’t wait for next year. Going to these things alone is downright terrifying, but all you have to do is remember that food people are the best people there are–it’s the truth. Food people love each other.
Anyway, all that crazy, amazing madness called for a very, very lazy Sunday. It called for fruit that I’d picked up at an orchard in Auburn, CA. It called for wholesome, toothy whole grains, a touch of cinnamon and the natural sweetness of just a bit of maple syrup. Yup.
Posted in Breakfast, Fall, fruit, Healthy (?), Vegetarian
Tagged apples, breakfast, cinnamon, fall, farro, hearty grains, spice, vegan, whole grains
Things I should do but probably won’t (also known as New Year’s resolutions, if I bothered to make them):
-Stop watching Jersey Shore and Teen Mom.
-Stop being snarky to arrogant boys at parties.
-Knock all this off. For real.
-Exercise? Or something?
-Find something to wear other than my tweed shorts for once.
-Find a Spanish-language soap opera I like, so I can watch trashy TV without completely wasting my time (I’m looking at you, MTV). Why can’t there be a Spanish version of Jersey Shore? I really need to know how to say “Come at me bro!” in as many languages as possible. Culture, brah.
More seriously, I don’t make resolutions because I don’t see anything significant in January 1st than I don’t see on any other day. It’s not my jam; this is probably flimsy and terribly noncommittal, but I’m constantly changing my mind and setting new goals, hatching new ideas. I definitely did not know I wanted to start a blog this time last year, and here we are. I say, do what feels right on any given day. Be kind to yourself, and you just might find yourself hitting the gym, quitting smoking and spending more time with friends and family because that is exactly what you WANT to do.