Oct 29, 2012
Three hundred sixty four days of the year, cauliflower is a gentle vegetable. So humble, so bland and unassuming, so eager to please. What other vegetable allows you to grate it to smithereens to make rice or mash it into submission or purée it until it’s creamy comfort in a bowl?
But one day a year, on October 31, when witches fly across the sky and demons crawl from the depths of the netherworld...
Oct 26, 2012
This weekend, I’m completely geeking out. I know this confession will come as a huge surprise to absolutely everyone no one.
Friday: John Taylor
So… I’ve written before about my John Taylor Problem. The short version is that when I was in high school, JT — bass player and founder of Duran Duran — was supposed to marry me and whisk me away to Paris. That didn’t happen, but I did...
Aug 21, 2012
Despite my best intentions, I have a well-documented inability to resist a handful of things that are potentially embarrassing and may be of somewhat questionable quality. At our house, we call this “having a problem,” as in “I have a well-known whipped cream problem.”
In no particular order, the main offenders are:
an open bag of Baked Lay’s
a twisty, windy...
Jun 28, 2012
The Eggsperiment Theory
It is hot enough in Austin to fry an egg on the street.
The Report on our Eggsperiment
We hit the street at 5:44 p.m., usually the hottest part of the day, to test the theory that it is, indeed, hot enough to fry an egg.
I placed the egg ring on the street in a sunny spot and cracked one of our precious cage-free, organic, omega-3 eggs onto the ashpalt.
Then we waited to see if...
Jun 25, 2012
I’m working on a real blog post for you… promise. But first, I have to go to the eye doctor for my annual checkup and do some other writing work. My boss is so demanding!
‘Til then, enjoy this.
(Note to my vegetarian friends: This is all in good fun. You are lovely people, and as I have now become one of the world’s pickiest eaters myself, I honor your personal food choices...
May 29, 2012
I’m on a yoga retreat in Tulum, Mexico this week. If things are going right, I’m either meditating, bare foot running, or sipping a pina colada right now. I’ll be back in the world of all things digital on June 4. Until then, enjoy this post and take good care of yourself.
This site I’m about to tell you about is very silly. I like that!
Treat yourself nicely and visit When I Went...
Apr 6, 2012
On Wednesdays, our Farmhouse Delivery basket arrives. I have to admit, I’m not a fan of the process of unpacking, bagging, and adding the veggies to our inventory in the fridge. Somehow I always forget it’s coming, and instead of being excited to see it, I usually groan: Ugh! The Farmhouse is here. Like it’s the worst news in the world. Like I’m Eeyore. Like the last drops of...
Mar 27, 2012
It’s the 60th anniversary of the premiere of the MGM film Singin’ in the Rain. Take a break from planning your next paleo feast or strategizing about your WOD to enjoy these clips. Guaranteed to make you smile, no stopwatch or food log required.
The song “Singin’ in the Rain” performed by Gene Kelly is the classic, and there are plenty of reasons to adore it. The elegant...
Jan 27, 2012
There are four reasons I’m sharing this video:
4. I find it delightful and silly.
Enjoy! (You will think you’ve seen it all after about 30 seconds, but treat yourself and stick around ’til the end when bison makes an appearance.)
Sep 21, 2011
Oh, man! I remember the raw power of being in third grade and calling someone a jerk on the playground at recess (in response to them trying to rip the centerfold of Shaun Cassidy in the new issue of Tiger Beat!). “Jerk” was the most insulting insult I could muster up, and the hard K at the end just kinda hung in the air. I’m thinking of bringing jerk back to my vocabulary. It’s so...
Jun 26, 2011
This article “4 Reasons Why Trying Parkour Can Ruin Your Self-Esteem” by Daniel O’Brien made me laugh out loud four times this morning. I really want you to read it because (1) it’s very well-written; (2) I think it will make you laugh, too; and (3) it’s an embarrassing-blow-by-embarrassing-blow account of his experiences at a parkour gym, and it’s always fun to find...