As a kid, I loved it when the JCPenney Big Book arrived in the mail. Not because I’d get to rifle through the pages and see all of these fabulous toys… no, I loved it because of the home decor section. See, I had this idea that one day, I’d have an orphanage or group home or something, and it was very essential that I know how it would be decorated!
Obviously, I don’t have a group home. Alas, much to my dismay, I don’t even have an abode of my own! But still, I like to dream about the day when I will have one… and then I can go to town on dining room furniture … and a bunch of other goodies from CSN Stores! If you haven’t heard of it, check it out, because it truly is awesome. I’m excited to have been given the opportunity to do a product review. Be sure to keep an eye out for it!
When I went to get my blood drawn this morning, there was one other person there — a man who celebrated his eightieth birthday last week. It was a little depressing, since I kind of felt older than he looked! But throughout the day, the universe seemed to be sending me some sort of subliminal message… I saw no fewer than two people in wheelchairs, one woman on a crutch because of a broken ankle (due to Jamaican rum which was had on her first night in Jamaica… don’t ask, I really do encounter the strangest individuals sometimes), and a man with his arm in a sling. All of this made me feel remarkably spry and chipper! Yes, maybe my knee and wrist aren’t healing as quickly as I’d like, but I’m notoriously impatient and always want everything to have happened yesterday. I have my mobility, and I should be grateful for that.
A few weeks back, I bought these almonds for my dad to try. He did not like them. Nor did my brother. So I took on the task of transforming them into something else… namely, honey roasted almonds. I’ve made honey roasted almonds before, and they turned out fine. But I was too lazy to check out the recipe, so I decided to wing it, using a mixture of honey, sugar, brown sugar, and oil. I ran cold water over the almonds first to get rid of the garden herb seasonings, then patted them dry and tossed them in the new seasoning mixture.
Yeah, they burned. I sat and stared at them for what seemed like forever, and nothing was happening, so I walked away from the oven for a few minutes, and this was the result.
Nothing burned here… romaine, roasted kabocha, tofu, and cauliflower. Which, I realize, looks burned, but it actually was not. That is set off my smoke alarm does not mean anything… everything sets off my smoke alarm! I guess that’s better than the alternative, though.
I popped into Trader Joe’s today for baby bellas (I have to say, the new TJ’s is really helping me to get over my hatred a bit), and somehow emerged with this. Don’t ask me how that happened. I mean, I did have in mind that I was going to pick up ground flaxseed, but I have no idea why, and I don’t know what to do with it. Help??
And I just realized that I’m closing in on 400 posts, which may or may not coincide with my (Hebrew) birthday. Which, naturally, calls for a giveaway. Because I am uninspired, you can tell me what it should include!
“Reading – the best state yet to keep absolute loneliness at bay.”
(Right — I’m off to read a book now.)