Friday, September 04, 2009
Last night my mom, cousin Alma & our mutual friend Sylvia went to see the movie "Julie & Julia" -and loved it! After the show we went over to my cousins new place and spent wonderful evening catching up with each other and talking about Meryl Streep's awesome acting, of course french cooking, and the blogging thing.
I was informed in this little session that 'french fries' weren't french; that they were an American invention. I also learned that not a one of us have ever cooked any french recipe in our lives. So I am now interested in digging out a french recipe from one of my old dusty international cookbooks. Hmmm, I may actually have to find an old copy of "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" -stay tuned. I wonder if there is a "Lite" version of the book, hehehe!
I was also the only one in our little group that has posted a blog. When I tried to explain blogging on the Spark site, they just got a glazed look in their eyes, so the discussion moved on. The laughter continued into the evening. We all confirmed that we love butter WAY too much, so we all have that in common w/both Julie & Juia. When I got home I started digging out cookbooks & I ended up staying up way too late past 3AM thinking about cooking french, then cooking pasta for hubby's lunch box. I think I got to bed at 4:30 am, so I ended up oversleeping and missed my walk in Land Park w/my girls!!! I am sooooooo bummed about doing this :-(
Ooops, on the humor note, my baby sis sent me this little Andy Rooney ditty that made me laugh. Since it had some references to food (milk & sausage to be exact) I'm hoping that a few of you may get a chuckle, or two as well.
60 Minutes Correspondent Andy Rooney (CBS)
As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:
A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, 'What are you thinking?' She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting. Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it. Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her. Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?', here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? ---> Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!
Thursday, September 03, 2009
I've been trying to catch up w/my Spark friends & teams and realized there are quite a few folks out there that blog every day (something I've never done); and that many blogs are down right funny; and the jokes, laughter and poking fun at dieting is good for the soul.
With this in mind I posted a Sept-Oct daily blog challenge for the Sacramento Sparkles Team, in part to see what kind of impact regular daily blogging may have on my Spark goals -as well as the goals of others on the team.
With laughter in mind I submit the following for a few chuckles:
Ciao for now,
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
I've been in a bit of an overall funk for several days now. Having a hard time trying to balance a variety of things (family, friends, self, trying to deal with a laptop computer I have that's been infected by a virus, gardening, mourning, exercising -or not, doing chores, etc.). I've been very disappointed in my self and the choices that I've been making lately. You know that negative voice that creeps in your head telling you that you've been failing, that you should just chuck it.
To avoid the negative head chatter I've resorted to playing Tetris online (what a fun waste of time); mindless munching mixed w/calling my sisters, nephew, cousins to "catch up on things"& then while working on the lap top virus infection (& feeling dumb for not being able to fix it); so then more Tetris; but then I looked up quotes about failing and found this little Emerson gem:
"Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
It reminded me of another quote:
A winner is just a loser who got up one more time.
Anyway, the black-dog that has been hanging around these past days has been driven into the woods, and hopefully won't be back for a while -because I'm rising up again. I don't want to give up or given in; or as Winston Churchill says:
"Never, never, never give up!"
PS Thanks for all your support.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
It's late Monday night, I've taken my shower, washed my hair and sitting in front of the computer wondering where did my week go?! It's like 7 days just flew by.
The good: I had a lot of fun this past week w/family & friends, picking figs & vegies, working in my gardens, making 'pico-de-gallo' w/fresh tomatoes & jalapenos; cooking zucchini-fig bread, fussing w/my pop; having a cookout on Sunday. I made a new friend w/the Ca. Native Plant Society. I got the back patio section of house painted. My beater truck is back from the mechanic (this time for good -for a while I hope.)
The bad: I consumed way more calories than I should have. I was over on Friday, Saturday, Sunday & now today. Bread, burgers, chips-n-salsa (fresh -from my vegie garden!), gin & tonics, margaritas, Sierra Nevada beer & apple pie & ice cream were part of many of the things I consumed.
The ugly: I don't even want to post what the scale said tonight (it was not pretty). My uncle was kiiled in auto accident this past Tuesday & this has brought up a variety of very sad memories and problems involving a cousin of mine that I love a lot, but who is deeply troubled and is continuing to trouble family & me in the most sad bizarre ways. I am at a loss of what to do about this situation; and have obviously been preoccupied w/worrying about this more than I realized.
In fact kind of bummed just thinking about it again as I write.
Monday, August 17, 2009
The fig tree in my neighbor-girlfriends back yard is on its 2nd round of fig production, so she & my pop & I picked figs until we ran out of buckets. We came home with 5 1-gallon ice cream buckets full of figs.
I love to wash them and stick them in the frig for cool sweet snack, treat or desert on hot summer days. They are delicious! I actually ate 17 figs for breakfast this morning, and when another friend came by I sent him home with a bag of figs. I didn't track any of the figs I've been eating until this morning; and found out 1 medium size fig is about 35 calories; so my figgy breakfast of 17 figs cumulated to 629 calories worth of figs. So I have decided it's official - I am a fig pig.
I've decided now that I need to find some fig recipes so I can bake up some fig goodies and possibly freeze for future treats. Anyway, I need fig recipes now!
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