I have a love/hate relationship with social media. I love judging people by their Facebook pages and Instagram uploads, but I hate seeing blog posts where bloggers just slap a whole bunch of photos I've already seen elsewhere on a new post and call it a day. Um, do you think I haven't been following your every move? Of course I've already seen the adorable pictures of your baby--he's adorable, I live for them and hope to one day rival them with my own. (My children will be so big-headed I will be happy if they fit in the frame.) So I'm trying to not be a hypocrite, but I'm sorry if you have seen these before. I'll tell a story with them.
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Monday, November 14, 2011
Being an Adult
Last week I made a soup that lasted for four days. I'm not kidding: dinner Thursday, lunch Friday, dinner Saturday, lunch today. This is clearly indicative of my growth into adulthood. Even a year ago I was nauseated by leftovers. Now, I choose to make and eat foods that will last much longer than they should. It's amazing what happens when groceries are no longer my parents' responsibility.
Speaking of such, I was so full after breakfast yesterday morning that it was all I could do to buy chicken and pork at Harris Teeter. When I got home I realized the cheese we had was moldy, our salsa had gone bad, and I had been eating candy for most of my meals lately. This is the other side of adulthood.
So, if you haven't heard, fall is past full swing here. I'd say it's on the downhill slide to winter, which is strange because it's 70 degrees today. I think it's a fluke and we're in for tough times soon. I've been making every excuse to drive down certain roads and through parks to see the trees in the last month. Sometimes I don't notice; other times, I say, "Oh my God, Nick, look at that tree! It's red! Take a picture!" Living in Florida for the majority of my life has led me to this utter fascination with fall.
Speaking of such, I was so full after breakfast yesterday morning that it was all I could do to buy chicken and pork at Harris Teeter. When I got home I realized the cheese we had was moldy, our salsa had gone bad, and I had been eating candy for most of my meals lately. This is the other side of adulthood.
So, if you haven't heard, fall is past full swing here. I'd say it's on the downhill slide to winter, which is strange because it's 70 degrees today. I think it's a fluke and we're in for tough times soon. I've been making every excuse to drive down certain roads and through parks to see the trees in the last month. Sometimes I don't notice; other times, I say, "Oh my God, Nick, look at that tree! It's red! Take a picture!" Living in Florida for the majority of my life has led me to this utter fascination with fall.
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| A tree outside our apartment. As of this morning, it's pretty much bald. |
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| Randolph Road and Parklawn Drive in Rockville |
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
I'm Back, With Dinner
I know, I know. It's been forever. I was busy, then I wasn't, and all through it, I really didn't feel like talking. I think that's when you're supposed to talk the most, because if you don't, you might blow up, but I just felt like everything I would say would end up being nonsense or just emotional words strung together without the makings of sentences. So I took some time away.
In the last month, I've worked and sewn. I've gotten my car back and enjoyed driving every second. I picked apples, used my camera (haven't done that in months), and bought saddle shoes. It's been a month, pretty much.
Lately, food has been on my mind a lot. Granted, it's always on my mind: I make our dinners, and some of our breakfasts and lunches, so I tend to be always either planning a meal, making a meal, or cleaning up after a meal. This makes me sound too domesticated, right? Remember the days when I couldn't afford rice? Yeah, I do too, and those days were awful. I'd walk around Publix and think about what my $10 could buy me--would I get graham crackers or black beans? What could last longer? Looking back, I really appreciate that I went through those times, because it taught me that food wouldn't always be there. I grew up in a family that didn't have to worry about food. My parents struggled before they had us, and after that, we always had a full pantry. Living on my own made me realize that sacrifices need to be made sometimes--which led to eating one Pop-Tart for lunch and the other for dinner some days.
Now that I'm in a relationship and we both make enough money to afford both rent and food (and occasionally fabric, beer, magazines and shoes), I'm able to look through my cookbooks and actually take action instead of dream or ask my mom to make it for me when I come home next. This is home now, and if I want something made, I need to make it myself.
I'm not saying this is going to become a food blog. I'm not writing this to become the next Smitten Kitchen or Orangette or one of the other millions of food blogs. This is just on my mind now. I need to feed my (small) family. Sewing will still creep in. Love will still creep in. I will most certainly have another mini breakdown before the year is over. But right now, this is what's in my head.
In the last month, I've worked and sewn. I've gotten my car back and enjoyed driving every second. I picked apples, used my camera (haven't done that in months), and bought saddle shoes. It's been a month, pretty much.
Lately, food has been on my mind a lot. Granted, it's always on my mind: I make our dinners, and some of our breakfasts and lunches, so I tend to be always either planning a meal, making a meal, or cleaning up after a meal. This makes me sound too domesticated, right? Remember the days when I couldn't afford rice? Yeah, I do too, and those days were awful. I'd walk around Publix and think about what my $10 could buy me--would I get graham crackers or black beans? What could last longer? Looking back, I really appreciate that I went through those times, because it taught me that food wouldn't always be there. I grew up in a family that didn't have to worry about food. My parents struggled before they had us, and after that, we always had a full pantry. Living on my own made me realize that sacrifices need to be made sometimes--which led to eating one Pop-Tart for lunch and the other for dinner some days.
Now that I'm in a relationship and we both make enough money to afford both rent and food (and occasionally fabric, beer, magazines and shoes), I'm able to look through my cookbooks and actually take action instead of dream or ask my mom to make it for me when I come home next. This is home now, and if I want something made, I need to make it myself.
I'm not saying this is going to become a food blog. I'm not writing this to become the next Smitten Kitchen or Orangette or one of the other millions of food blogs. This is just on my mind now. I need to feed my (small) family. Sewing will still creep in. Love will still creep in. I will most certainly have another mini breakdown before the year is over. But right now, this is what's in my head.
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