Friday, December 26, 2014
Monday, December 15, 2014
Friday, December 12, 2014
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Pesto pasta with peppers, chilies and walnuts afterwards:
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Monday, August 25, 2014
I ran today. My plan is to run a lot for the next 10 days until the next leg begins, replacing short morning runs with day-long meanders on unfamiliar routes. My water bottle, however, remains a constant companion.
Monday, August 11, 2014
I made a chocolate-espresso ice cream cake! It suffered internal damages after we forgot to re-freeze it at the party, but it still tried to be pretty for the camera.
I can't however take credit for making this cake:
|Wonder where they got the strawberry|
Sunday, August 10, 2014
My bf's signature dish includes veggies *and* cheese, yet additional ingredients push the final product further toward the quadrant of snacks I call "irresistible and indulgent."
His signature dish is fully loaded nachos.
|:: D's mexi-fabulous old-skool snack ::|
According to D, an order of nachos should compose of layers of restaurant-style tortilla chips (he prefers blue corn), each layer topped with generous amounts of grated cheese (two kinds) and finely-diced vegetables (green and black olives, green pepper, banana peppers, and red onion).
He prepares each ingredient individually, then fits a large baking sheet with parchment paper. Watching him assemble a tray of nachos is like watching a conductor in front of an orchestra. He knows, as though by instinct, precisely where each piece should fit in relation to the whole. As though the sheet of nachos already exists in his mind and he is following the blueprint. Fine-tuning his product as he waits for the oven to heat, he looks over the bricolage with a critical eye and grates a little more cheese or cracks another jar of olives if the proportions aren't just right.
After he pulls his tray from the oven we sample our first bite. His attention to detail and generosity toward toppings has paid off: the nachos are crunchy and textured, each chip loaded with a unique combo of vegetables and melted cheese. They are heavenly, the aspiration of nachos made in pubs around the world.
If the medical gig doesn't work out, I foresee a promising second career.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
The problem is that my purpose remains elusive. I may have seen its shadow but I'm not sure how to get my hands on it. Am I supposed to let it come to me, or should I give chase, like a cheetah pursuing an antelope? I'm told that if I listen to my instincts, I'll find my purpose. But how can that be true, when obediently listening to them landed me here?
I need to learn acceptance. This is how things are for me; this is where I am. On the map, my arrow indicates Point A. I don't know what Point B is, so it's pointless to search. I am ashamed to be here still, floundering, when doors just ahead that were once wide open are closing without a sound. And imagining that this existence which makes me squirm at night in my dreams *is* my purpose is just as unacceptable as the thought that we live in Sartre's version of hell in No Exit. I'm not an existentialist but an idealist; in terms of levels of difficulty the two are evenly matched. We are defined by what we do, not by what we dream of doing, and I am doing nothing as I wait, wait, wait.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
A few copse of pink rose bushes dot the path (sounds posh, doesn't it?). The roses smell intensely earlier in the morning, during the first half of my run. When I double-back and pass the roses for a second time, their scent is less pronounced, perhaps because by then the dew has completely evaporated, leaving the roses dry and less perfumey.
|// Dry martini beach //|
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
|Homemade birdhouses swinging on limbs of an old tree|
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Monday, June 30, 2014
I haven’t been here that often, but I want to report that I have been running. I ran four times last week – four! – but skipped yesterday’s long haul in favour of book reading and game playing on account of low courage in the face of high humidity. I’ve been doing some shoulder and back work. I ran this morning, too. My 5k felt more like wading then running, and I could feel beads of sweat form on my scalp under my cap as soon as I walked outdoors; despite this, I felt strong and good. I think running becomes more of a mental exercise at times like this.
I haven’t blogged since May. Last time I checked the calendar (which was roughtly two minutes ago) the date was June 30th. The last day of June. Given the time and opportunity (and possibly motivation) I would be showing up here more regularly. But at the very least, I don’t want to go a full month without posting so I am preparing to meet that deadline. I’m sliding the term paper under the prof’s office door in the early morning of the due date, and using up that last bit of spinach in the fridge before it rots. I’m entering the cinema just as the room darkens and the trailers come to a close. Sliding to home and getting tagged by a baseball-clenched glove. I love this place.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
I think that mid-October will feature cooler weather to offset the heat of the crowds. I've heard this is a very popular race weekend in a very large city. I'm dedicated, but not so good with schedules. I hope I can make that work for me over the summer.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Three runs/week has been the pattern for the past three weeks.
Today's fun and games:
- 5k run
- Stairs to the 9th floor
Monday, May 5, 2014
Friday, May 2, 2014
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Monday, April 28, 2014
Friday, April 18, 2014
|The big red flight - Ithaca|
On our second evening, we went to a busy tapas resto and ended up sitting on stools at the far end of the bar. Turns out the bar was a fantastic place to sit and sample dishes and wines. We ordered a flight of bold red wines and a few plates to share that sounded interesting. The dish in the centre of the photo is warm greens with walnuts, kidney beans, and blue cheese. To the right are a - school? - of fish croquettes that reminded us of deep fried Portuguese fish cakes - soooo tasty.
Everything was delicious. Ithaca is a great place to visit if you're hungry.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Saturday, April 12, 2014
- provides yet another reason to avoid doing anything
- elevates Facebook to the world's most entertaining web site ever
- encourages nonlinear thinking patterns - can be fun/exhausting
- limits ability to verbally express yourself - frustrating
- slides your circadian rhythm over to the other side
- discourages interest in food
- makes me f'n tired!
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Friday, April 4, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
I ran hard on the TM for 30 minutes after work. Later, after a sandwich at home, I did 20 x 4 "kettlebell" swings with a 25-lb weight. I'm not sure I did them properly because a weight is harder to hold between the legs than a k-bell which has that handy, er, handle at the top. I concentrated on keeping a straight back and my shoulders above my knees. I'm not sure how successful I was on that last point. Next time I'll try it in front of a mirror.
The run was no biggie but the swings left me breathless. I had to rest at least a minute between sets. I'm encouraged to find one or two kettle bells and some new exercises.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
There was a delightful weekend away with my paramour during which we sampled cheesy lasagna, eggy breakfasts, tapas and red wines. We sampled these delights in establishments within a two-block radius which completely eliminated the need for walking. There were brownies enjoyed with a colleague one boring afternoon at the office. Then there was a pub dinner with friends where we ordered meals assembled from diverse but ultimately calorific ingredients, like the white bean dip that was decorated with turnip dices and sour cream, and served with a bowl of fried homemade tortillas. We consume more calories with friends because of subtle peer pressure or encouragement, depending on how you see it, plus we're happy to be with people we don't see often enough. Either way, we want to keep the party going with "meal stretchers" like appetizers and desserts, which keep us bound at the table for more togetherness. This applies to dinner parties or restaurant meals.
So, it looks like my birthday is not just the deciding factor, but the only one in my workout schedule being so empty over the last 10 days or so! I go through this string of celebrations every year, but only once, and I derive so much contentedness from it that I can't imagine striking it from my life. It's an excuse to socialize, see my dear friends, and enjoy romantic time-outs with my sweetie. Healthy practices all.
I need to just go with it. :-)
Friday, March 7, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
|// The bliss of way too much icing - in Miami //|
Monday, March 3, 2014
Sunday, March 2, 2014
I'm back to doing long Sunday runs again, a decision I've been aligned with since early January. Long runs on treadmills are interesting because, conversely, the potential for boredom is so high. I don't know if it's an indication of age, but my taste for audio pairings on the Sunday run has veered from music to podcasts. Music is fine for outdoors where visual variety abounds - because one actually moves. Podcasts are suitable for indoor running because they engage my mind and curiosity. I can concentrate for up to several minutes without checking machine stats for my speed, distance remaining, etc.
So far, I'm loving This American Life. Which I follow up with a round or two of this.
Monday, February 10, 2014
|Avo salad n' fish croquettes at Boater's Grill, Biscayne Bay|
Sunday, February 9, 2014
The sandwich arrived, the size of a small beagle. The avocado and other toppings were jammed into the midsection of an entire loaf of French bread, paired with a small container of dipping sauce with flavours of lemon and dijon. It was enough to fill us both after a morning of watching sky messages (happy birthday, Shaunique!) on the beach.
|My half! Delicious and mostly disappeared.|
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
|:: Cheesy-rice topography speckled with black bean boulders ::|
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Saturday, January 18, 2014
|- You can't see the chia seeds but they're there. -|
The soup - actually it's a chowder - is in its infancy after just two hours of cooking (out of an expected eight). The potatoes are just starting to look tender instead of crisp and attitudinal.