Liking former disliked

I’ve heard that every few years our tastebuds change. I’m not super crazy with the food dislikes (ok, fish, I admit it) but I have had some major changes in my food dislikes. Around the age of ten I decided, ok, I really do like mushrooms! And now I’m in love with the weird little fungi.

A great thing David has done for me in marriage is encourage me to love radishes and asparagus. Radishes with a little salt, how else?

In Paris, we had our afternoon appertif with a plate of radishes and a salt shaker. What a beautiful memory bubble

These days I like to cut them into tiny matchsticks.

And for the record, I do like fish and chips. Beer-battered and deep fried? Yes!

BTW, this was my first post with my new phone. How did I do? Ok, maybe I got auto-corrected a little.

I’m just here …

I’m just here to say that no, I do not know how to fix the weird thing that happened on my last post where the picture and the text became one.

Non sequitur night!

Hi!  I made quiche tonight.

^ pre-bake

^ post-bake, mmmmm…..

I also chopped up about 3 pounds of steamed beets.  My hands were so stained I had to start humming The Godfather theme.

Right now I’m dragging my feet through The Return of the King.  I enjoyed the first two more (even with the awfully long Frodo scenes in Two Towers.  Actually, the first book might be my favorite at the moment.

At this point, I might just be powering through the book because I said I wouldn’t watch the movie again until I finished the text.  And I’m watching the movie for Viggo.

Can I just say that David was the one who wanted me to watch the movies?  Therefore, it’s his fault I’m watching the movies for Viggo.  Earlier this year, I literally (honestly) fooled myself into thinking I hadn’t watched the Two Towers movie after the accomplishment of finishing the book.  I had.  I think I watched the movie again.

What would a non sequitur night be without a picture of our new (my new?) car?

Hooray!  Do you like my blurring job on the license plate?

January rambles

Sometimes I find myself wondering where facebook fits into my life. Social networking can create one heck of a phony existence. I wonder if sharing what you did with who and when and how cheapens the experience of living life with others. The consensus is that it HASN’T made people closer even though they are MORE connected. I desire a life where I can go over to a friend’s house for dinner and not have to tell everyone about it. I have lovely friends who are great cooks and funny and keep me even though I’m a jerk. Look, I just told you about it. Argh. I fit exactly into my generation in every way.

Although the blog might be different. I don’t write here often. And when I do, hardly anyone reads it. If you’re reading it, you probably have more stake in my life than a drive-by facebook experience.

Social networking also makes me feel like I have to be doing (read: accomplishing) something at all times. And though I know that God made me a jack of all trades with potential to really do something, SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO WATCH SPORTS. Or troll the internet.

But actually my New Year’s resolution is to “do something.” I’ve got a quilt to finish (I gave myself until July) and books to read and one day I might do that one thing I always say I’m going to do. Which is record music again.

Oh yeah, we also bought a car this week. I might post some pictures later.

Can I tag this with wandering thoughts….?

2011

This is the time of year when I hear frequent rumblings of “so long [whatever year it is] and good riddance!”  Maybe I’ve been one of those people before.  But 2011 was an epic, most wonderful year.

In April, Adams and Eves released our first full length album on vinyl.

In May, David and I went to Europe.

And in November, we moved into a new home.

We’ve done a lot of grownup things together.  Like finally upgrading from our double bed.  And purchasing our first sofa that was not acquired through craigslist.  And more than furniture!  All those things made life busy, but we survived the hard parts and enjoyed the heck out of the rest of it.  I even got a turkey in the oven for Thanksgiving.

I can’t tell what 2012 will bring.  But 2011 will always be remembered fondly for its new adventures, faraway places, homey nights with friends and the rest of the time with David, my best friend.

Happy new year!

I’m kind of bl…

I’m kind of blue. A little bit like this:

I get nostalgic when I pack up and leave places and a big moment occurred last night. That is, to say, I packed up my spices. I had already packed up my cookbooks and I was doing OK from memory, but now I will be separated from my spices, or essentially cooking, until Saturday. I know that in itself is not a big deal, but I’m getting a bit nostalgic in general.

There will be things we will probably never do again, like walk to our favorite Thai restaurant down the street. Or “do the stairs,” a set of seven or so flights of concrete stairs set into Mt. Nebo. At the top is a lovely and usually misty view of East County. And sometimes a box of avocados for sale with an honor system cash box.

It’s been chilly in our little apartment. Most of the shelves are cleared off and dusty. We’ve stacked so many boxes around, walking to the bathroom takes a little creativity.

And last night I had this song in my head. Because I’m a big ol’ sap.

Parting ways and new places

We’re moving! This is exciting. But also sad, in a nostalgic way. We came to San Diego three years ago, right in the midst of the stock market crash (sadly we couldn’t predict that) with a little savings, no jobs and no apartment. We met our current landlord on Saturday of Oktoberfest (which is a big street fair in our little suburb). He showed us the apartment. It was cute. And seriously lacking in terms of a dishwasher, garbage disposal, a/c, square footage…. but definitely cute in the 1940s vintage way. Our landlord, Barney, took a chance on us even though we didn’t have jobs. He said that we reminded him of him and his wife years ago. AWWW….

So we have lived there for three years. It has been a very, very happy place. We pack it with friends every once in awhile. We go on evening walks regularly. Our surrounding neighborhood is beyond adorable. It’s almost like a cartoon. There’s this tiny strip of downtown-ness with a pizza parlor, costume shop, quilting shop, children’s bookstore, coffee shop, our favorite restaurants ever! and antique stores that fill their windows with beautiful things. The farmer’s market is half a mile away and we have a CSA through one of the vendors.

The drawbacks are pretty large though.. all the things I mentioned above and also a lack of storage, lack of privacy, the long commute, no yard, the fact that it’s always hotter or colder than it is outside, and being completely surrounded by cigarette smokers (how does THAT happen?).

So we’re moving to a new place in San Diego. It’s a little 3 bedroom, 1 bathroom house with a yard and it’s lovely. The neighborhood is what I believe to be a step up. I may be complaining about the traffic since the area is a little busier. We’ll see David says I’ll find something to complain about.

I’ll put up some pictures after we move in November. Before that, we’ll squish people into one last party at the old apartment.

New times ahead!