everything looks better when you put it in a circle

-The age in which it becomes socially unacceptable for a man to ogle and hit on any female under the age of 20. Its just creepy to see a dirty old man (age 30 and over) salivating over a hot dame (less than 20 years old)!

-A case of Keystone Light beer. 30 cans... Popular at high school and college parties because of the beverage's
affordable cost in comparison to other beers. The term "dirty thirty" was coined in reference to the beer's lackluster if not downright "dirty" taste, and quantity of 30 cans of beer in the package. Despite its shortcomings, eager drunkards across the great u.s. of a. are willing keep their costs down on the shillings to shitfaced (s.t.s.) ratio scale so that the former number can be achieved for a lower price. At least I am luck enough not to have finished so soon.......

How do people do it?  How do people work for 30 years, going into the office everyday at 8 and trudging home at 5?  Am I less motivated than those people?  Do I have less drive?  Do they know i am pulling my hair out fighting traffic every mo

rning?  I just can't do it, its not for me.  I feel like all the creativity in my body is leaking out through my pores, staining my freshly dry-cleaned pants and unbelievably uncomfortable high heels.  Maybe its the fact that i am working this hard tomake someone else's business thrive... yuck.  time to open up a bakery.  that way when i get angry i can just throw eggs at the wall.  And make sure my shop has my apartment upstairs, transforming my commute into the mere act of walking downstairs.

Its gotta work.

i love election time, blech.  I realized that with the change in the Iowa caucus, we are now starting to choose our next president almost a year early.  This makes the bullshit that they go around doing almost the entire year of 2008 so much more a part of their persona, especially to the rest of the world, who only hears what we report on.  Of course, the most important issues are truly investigated, such as who can pander for the most cash and who can come up with the most outrageous mud sling.  i don't understand why anyone would ever volunteer for this....

What fruits and vegetables are in season where you live?  Have you incorporated them into your recipes?

Yummm, that's probably my favorite thing about living in the Central Valley.  Fresh produce everywhere!  My faves right now are zucchini, dates, walnuts, apples, tomatoes and pomegranates.  The local organic variety is not quite as good as in the Northwest, but close.

Look at this thing, how could you not just get all excited about the scarlet juice staining your lips and fingers?  I don't care if its more trouble than any other food on the planet, its still a pleasure box en mi boca.

But there's always a downside, Debbie. One troubling tidbit I learned the other day: Pregnant women from the Central Valley who were exposed to high levels of pesticides were up to six times more likely to give birth to a child with autism or a related disorder. Uhhh, did anyone ever really believe spraying chemicals onto produce or into the ground it grows from was an auspicious idea??  Profitable, of course, but sustainable, hardly.  It makes me nervous; even if i never manage to get up the guts to reproduce, its scary to think of things disentigrating in there from invisible particles in the air.

OK, ok, this was supposed to be a happy post, and it is.  I love to eat, and I love to cook, and I am exicted that I get to do both here in the old Sac-town.

This morning I felt it, the coolness of fall in the morning air.  Its amazing how every single July you think, no - I can't even imagine putting on a jacket, it'll never be that cool again.  And every single February you think, no - I'll never be able to lounge on the couch in my skivvies again!  But every so often you get a little taste of what's to come, a whisper from mother nature that's she's ready to move on. People always ask what your favorite season is, and I am always torn - I like the time in between winter and spring, and the days when you feel a break in the heavy summer air.  Maybe its because it reminds me that in order to stay alive, you HAVE to keep moving, keep turning to new experiences.  Although you may be comfortable, you have to make yourself shift and grow.  This last year has had so many major changes, ups and downs, that I am looking forward to just letting the weather change for now... Although I will miss getting my crack fix in the warm summer evenings-

 

Mmmmmm, a much better brush with fame. Although I may look like a cougar compared to this little one.

I am so embarrassed by this I just can't keep it to myself.  all i can say is creeeeepy....

I'll say it again: I HATE MOVING.  I think i've sworn the last five times I've moved that i would never do it again, that i would hire the professionals to do it right.  And, again, i am schlepping boxes, bags, crates, drawers, etc, etc, etc, from one spot to the next.  At least this time it wasn't from one end of the west coast to the other.  OK, not the other end, but three states is far enough.  But i am proud to say that this time we are moving into our OWN house, or home, as our realtor keeps quipping.  Yes, dear friends, we have given in, kicking and screaming, to the need to nest.  We keep telling ourselves that this is a project house, something to keep us busy for a couple of years while we decide where we are going (together!) but it does worry me a bit.  The last thing i want to do is grow big fat roots, not yet. i guess we will have to be more conscious and make sure to keep planning.