Monday, March 29, 2010
You Are What You Eat Photographs
I'm trying not to go grocery shopping until my parents come to visit this week, hoping that they might supplement a few things. Yes, I am a married woman and still trying to score some freebies from the padres. While scrounging in the fridge tonight for dinner, trying to come up with something creative with all those funky condiments that are the last items actually consumed, I remembered a series of photographs by Mark Menjivar that I stumbled across one day. Check it out: You Are What You Eat. Remembering the state of some of these refrigerators made me feel not as bad.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Two Whole Years?!
On Monday we celebrated our second wedding anniversary. I cannot believe we have been married that long. For some reason I do not have many pictures on my computer (so, maybe I’ve lost them), but here is one of my favorites that I have managed to hang on to.
I have never been a “wedding” sort of gal, so when I had to plan my own it was a little daunting. Then I realized that it was my day and I could do whatever the heck I wanted with it (oh yeah, and Jordan’s day too…whatever)! Then after the wedding, you realize that weddings aren’t really that big of a deal, and it’s the stuff afterward that’s the real fun (no, not the stuff directly afterward, I’m talking lifetime of love stuff here). But I would also like to add here that we had our wedding at the coolest place ever, the Old Sheldon Church. I am still amazed by how beautiful it is.
Jordan and I have learned a lot in the past two years. We’ve done a lot. We’ve also had a lot of fun. So instead of getting all mushy here I’ll just let you know that we had a great anniversary weekend filled with wine and laughter, two of my favorite things.
I have never been a “wedding” sort of gal, so when I had to plan my own it was a little daunting. Then I realized that it was my day and I could do whatever the heck I wanted with it (oh yeah, and Jordan’s day too…whatever)! Then after the wedding, you realize that weddings aren’t really that big of a deal, and it’s the stuff afterward that’s the real fun (no, not the stuff directly afterward, I’m talking lifetime of love stuff here). But I would also like to add here that we had our wedding at the coolest place ever, the Old Sheldon Church. I am still amazed by how beautiful it is.
Jordan and I have learned a lot in the past two years. We’ve done a lot. We’ve also had a lot of fun. So instead of getting all mushy here I’ll just let you know that we had a great anniversary weekend filled with wine and laughter, two of my favorite things.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
An Observation
As part of our anniversary weekend extravaganza, Jordan and I went to see a play at the Delaware Theatre company last night called 10 Months: The Wilmington Voices Project. The play was about Wilmington, DE and it answered a lot of questions that we have about the city. The topic of the play centered around Wilmington’s history of racial segregation and the 10 months of National Guard occupancy following the 1968 riots.
One of the unspoken insights occurred with the recitation of the Lenape Indian creation myth. The myth goes as follows:
‘When god created the world he made humans out of clay and he baked them in an oven. The first human he created was not cooked long enough and it came out pale. God threw it down and said “this is not right”. This human became the white race. The second human god made spent too much time in the oven and came out too dark. Again, he threw it down and said “it is still not right”. This human became the African race. On the third attempt the human was cooked just right and god held it up and was pleased. This was the perfect human. This human became the Lenape Indian.’
Picture this myth being told to a predominantly middle aged white audience. The story of the first human produced a chuckle, the second story a stone cold silence, and the third a timid laugh.
But, of course, there were no Lenape Indians in the audience to validate the authenticity of this myth.
One of the unspoken insights occurred with the recitation of the Lenape Indian creation myth. The myth goes as follows:
‘When god created the world he made humans out of clay and he baked them in an oven. The first human he created was not cooked long enough and it came out pale. God threw it down and said “this is not right”. This human became the white race. The second human god made spent too much time in the oven and came out too dark. Again, he threw it down and said “it is still not right”. This human became the African race. On the third attempt the human was cooked just right and god held it up and was pleased. This was the perfect human. This human became the Lenape Indian.’
Picture this myth being told to a predominantly middle aged white audience. The story of the first human produced a chuckle, the second story a stone cold silence, and the third a timid laugh.
But, of course, there were no Lenape Indians in the audience to validate the authenticity of this myth.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Rainy Day Soup
Every year starting with Thanksgiving I go through a turkey phase where I swear that we should eat turkey all year long since it is so delicious. By the time the next Thanksgiving roles around I realize I have forgotten about that declaration and that I am now craving turkey.
This year I bought a turkey right after the holidays and put it in the freezer. On Monday I had the desire to eat this turkey, so at 6:00 at night I roasted the sucker. Jordan and I feasted on turkey legs Medieval style at about 10:30 that night and I put the rest in the fridge for delicious turkey leftovers. I did not take into account that a 15 pound turkey would feed two people for about four months. My solution: freezing half of it, turkey hash (which provided us with leftovers of leftovers),and using the rest for turkey noodle soup.
It is now Saturday night, and rainy and cold, and on the stove is a HUGE pot of turkey noodle soup. Perfect.
This year I bought a turkey right after the holidays and put it in the freezer. On Monday I had the desire to eat this turkey, so at 6:00 at night I roasted the sucker. Jordan and I feasted on turkey legs Medieval style at about 10:30 that night and I put the rest in the fridge for delicious turkey leftovers. I did not take into account that a 15 pound turkey would feed two people for about four months. My solution: freezing half of it, turkey hash (which provided us with leftovers of leftovers),and using the rest for turkey noodle soup.
It is now Saturday night, and rainy and cold, and on the stove is a HUGE pot of turkey noodle soup. Perfect.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Cuppa
Well, now that we are all friends here, I think it is very important to start discussing some serious issues. Lets begin with pee.
Going to the doctor is not my favorite thing in the world. There is just something about the entire experience that literally leaves a bitter taste in the side of my mouth, the one that feels like you have had cotton stuffed into your cheeks. I'm not old enough to have consistently had one general practice doctor for a long stretch of time. As a matter of fact I think the only doctor I have ever visited on a consistent basis is the orthodontist. Growing up and having to go to the doctor by yourself is very scary. How does one find a doctor? How do you get in when you are sick but they are not accepting new patients? Where do you park? Will you be able to fit it in on your lunch hour?
However, there is one scenario that always haunts me: peeing in the cup. Of course there are some key questions that accompany this situation as well. Should the cup be half empty or half full? Do you run cold water over the sides of the cup to make it less steamy? If you are a female, how do you even aim to begin with?
Then there is the most embarrassing question of all: what do you do with the pee afterward? I have only been in one office where they had this magical little door that you inserted the full cup into and it ended up at a testing desk on the other side. I felt this to be very considerate as I didn't have to walk out of the bathroom with a cup of my own waste in hand. The only problem with this was that when I opened up the door there was another cup that had not yet been removed. Various scenarios rushed through my head. Perhaps the other pee belonged to a person with an STD, drug addiction, or even worse, a person that was pregnant! What if these two cups got mixed up and I was under the impression that I had some serious life decisions to make while this other mysterious and dirty person was off spreading all kinds of diseases? I suppose the nurses either figured it out or both of us are STD free, non drug using, infertile individuals.
Is there some unspoken code that I haven't picked up on? What does one do with pee when there is not a magical doorway? I always try and cover mine up with a paper towel when I exit the restroom, fervently praying that nothing splashes. But what’s the use, everyone knows that under that paper towel there is a fresh warm cup of urine.
Perhaps one day I will learn the unspoken code of urine analysis etiquette, but until then I will have to continue to be that red faced girl leaving the rest room with a cylindrical wad of paper towel in her hand and bumbling down the hallway, only to shove it shame shamefacedly into the nearest nurse's hand.
Going to the doctor is not my favorite thing in the world. There is just something about the entire experience that literally leaves a bitter taste in the side of my mouth, the one that feels like you have had cotton stuffed into your cheeks. I'm not old enough to have consistently had one general practice doctor for a long stretch of time. As a matter of fact I think the only doctor I have ever visited on a consistent basis is the orthodontist. Growing up and having to go to the doctor by yourself is very scary. How does one find a doctor? How do you get in when you are sick but they are not accepting new patients? Where do you park? Will you be able to fit it in on your lunch hour?
However, there is one scenario that always haunts me: peeing in the cup. Of course there are some key questions that accompany this situation as well. Should the cup be half empty or half full? Do you run cold water over the sides of the cup to make it less steamy? If you are a female, how do you even aim to begin with?
Then there is the most embarrassing question of all: what do you do with the pee afterward? I have only been in one office where they had this magical little door that you inserted the full cup into and it ended up at a testing desk on the other side. I felt this to be very considerate as I didn't have to walk out of the bathroom with a cup of my own waste in hand. The only problem with this was that when I opened up the door there was another cup that had not yet been removed. Various scenarios rushed through my head. Perhaps the other pee belonged to a person with an STD, drug addiction, or even worse, a person that was pregnant! What if these two cups got mixed up and I was under the impression that I had some serious life decisions to make while this other mysterious and dirty person was off spreading all kinds of diseases? I suppose the nurses either figured it out or both of us are STD free, non drug using, infertile individuals.
Is there some unspoken code that I haven't picked up on? What does one do with pee when there is not a magical doorway? I always try and cover mine up with a paper towel when I exit the restroom, fervently praying that nothing splashes. But what’s the use, everyone knows that under that paper towel there is a fresh warm cup of urine.
Perhaps one day I will learn the unspoken code of urine analysis etiquette, but until then I will have to continue to be that red faced girl leaving the rest room with a cylindrical wad of paper towel in her hand and bumbling down the hallway, only to shove it shame shamefacedly into the nearest nurse's hand.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Who's on First
Hello Ladies and Germs! So, what’s the deal with airline food these days?
…is this thing on? *ahem*
Well, this is a bit awkward. Here I am, my very first blog post, and I have no idea what to say. I’d like to say there is a purpose to this blog, that I will be changing the world, the internet, and the way people think. Unfortunately, it’s mainly a by-product of boredom. So from this moment forward I will be sharing with my uncertain audience random thoughts, cocktail recipes, stories, and whatever else I feel like. Occasionally I might be able to convince my oh-so-charming husband to make a post. So sit back, relax, and (hopefully) enjoy whatever it is that I will be blogging about. Huzzah!
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