Through the Week
On Monday it hit 100 degrees. And where was I? Out running, of course. Then I came home and made soup. I’m basically deranged.
But I also came home and listened to this song. Some of the songs on the older John Mayer albums are so overlooked, but this one is one of my favorites ever.
On Tuesday, I went to the Farmers’ Market down the street from my parents’ condo. We were there for all of 15 minutes and my sister managed to lose my mom’s keys, which we kinda needed to be able to get back inside.
She claims it wasn’t her fault, but all keys aside, I bought these organic cherries for $4! Compared to the $7 I paid at the Boulder FM on Saturday.
On Wednesday (and Wednesdays in general), we biked to Joey’s softball game, which is really only like a 10 minute ride, but I totally count it as my workout for the day. He sped ahead of me the entire ride, steering with one hand, talking on the phone and crossing streets whenever he felt like it without warning me.
It was just the romantic bike ride I was hoping for. Aaaaanyways, they won by a lot and I pretended to pay attention. And that pretty much sums up how every game goes.
On Thursday, I bowled. And I bowled kinda good!
Until I publicly announced that I bowled good via Twitter. Then I was back to doing crappy. What a frustrating sport!
On Friday, and that’s today in case you hadn’t realized, I slept in and now I’m way looking forward to the work day hopefully speeding by and happy hour at the Med.
Joey and I had a serious discussion about how we wish we were those “happy hour people,” so today, we will be. There.
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What are you doing this weekend?
What was the most memorable thing that happened during the week?
Are you a happy hour go-er?
What’s In My Fridge
Every time I go over to my parents, I peek into their fridge. Not really because I’m hungry, although half the time that is why, but because I’m curious what’s in there. My sister once told me she thinks what a person has in their fridge says a lot about them. So what do I keep in mine?
Come Saturday/Sunday it starts looking like a ghost town in there. And then at some point I make it to the grocery store and then it looks like this.
More power to you if you’re the kind of person who keeps your fridge organized, but I am so not that kind of person. I just put things where they fit. At the bottom we have veggies.
Garlic scapes!!!!! And corn!!!!! Must be summertime. Also in there is probably at least 3 bunches of cilantro and green onions that are 2 weeks old and starting to get all dried out. I don’t actually look to see if I already have things before I go to the store so I basically add a new bunch of cilantro to the collection every week.
Leftovers + stuff that won’t fit into my exploding veggie drawers. And water, of course.
This is apparently where I hoard bread products. I can’t help it if a recipe makes 4 burgers and the bag comes with 6. Although, sometimes I think about doing this to fix that problem. “George Banks is saying no!”
Organic cherry splurge + more leftovers.
Here’s where we keep all the good stuff. We don’t usually keep Twisted Tea, orange juice or kombucha on hand, but it’s always such a treat when we do have them. Plus your standard yogurt, hummus, cheese and egg collection.
Condiments + milk. Don’t ask why we need two ketchups and two mayos. I don’t know the answer.
So if your fridge says a lot about the kind of person you are, I guess I’m a ketchup-loving, bread-hoarding, veggie-stuffing, leftover-relying kind of person. Who loves sweet drinks and fresh fruit and who would rather have too much of something, than not enough.
Don’t even ask what’s in my freezer. I have enough pickled pork and andouille sausage to feed a small cajun army in there.
P.S. Thanks for all the kind words on my blog anniversary post!
Turning Two
Oopsie, guess who forgot their blog anniversary.
Surprise, it was me.
One of the things I love most about having a blog, is that I can look back on things that have happened. And I do this a lot. Not because I’m stuck in the past (because lord knows I’m usually stuck planning for the future), but because it can be really fun, helpful and eye-opening.
It’s funny, when I wrote my blog anniversary post last year, I felt like the whole year had been sunshine and butterflies. This year, however, was definitely not. And you know what? That’s okay. Being human means having to struggle sometimes.
So maybe it took moving twice, but now I have an apartment that really feels like ours.
And maybe it meant having a total identity crisis, but graduating college and working at the mall definitely gave me a reality check.
And made me really appreciate my college experience, even if I didn’t join a sorority, or graduate at the top of my class or figure out exactly what I wanted to do with my degree.
And maybe it took having a soul-sucking job and two months of being terrifyingly unemployed but now I have a job I kinda like.
And that gives me an excuse to shop for nice clothes 😛
And maybe it took training for and running a half marathon to make me realize I don’t want to run one this year, and to realize that running when your heart isn’t in it, just isn’t worth it.
And that goes for all things, not just running.
And maybe it took not having to read, to make me realize just how much I miss reading when it’s not part of my daily agenda.
And maybe it took going outside my comfort zone, but I realized I’m capable of some things I never thought I was capable of.
Baking with yeast is definitely one of those things. And maybe this deserves its own post, but I seriously feel like I’ve broken out of my shell this year. And for someone who has been shy all her life, this is huge.
And maybe it took some butter and sugar and a lot of letting go, but I found a balance between healthy living and giving in to treats. And this project really helped me discover a writing style that felt 100% genuine, honest and real.
And maybe it took some guts, but I’m so glad I wrote this post.
And maybe it wasn’t the most responsible decision, considering I was jobless and running low on money, but I don’t regret this vacation for a single second.
Or really any experience that brings me closer to my family.
And maybe it took a misshapen pizza, a gnocchi disaster and flat cookies to realize not every recipe can turn out perfect and the ones that don’t usually make for a better story and sometimes taste like a masterpiece anyways.
And lastly, I’d like to think my photos have gotten better too 🙂
So regardless of whether this blogging year was perfect or not, I’m so glad I took the time to write about it all.
Lauren Loves Good Food 