I had a panic attack over these quinoa bites. Let me explain: at the critical point of making the recipe, I thought I was out of quinoa. Right, the main ingredient. I had already been to the grocery store, list in hand and didn’t buy the darn quinoa because I said to myself, “you have two kinds at home to choose from!” I then drove my satisfied self home. To my horror, the box of red quinoa felt almost empty. Then as I muttered to myself, pleaseohpleaseohplease, I discovered (whew!) the other package of quinoa. One more time, let’s hear it for not having to drive to the grocery store again, “WHEW!” Because really, is there anything more annoying than having to drive back to the grocery store (for whatever reason) when you were just there? Right.
What do you do when you have a GIGANTIC tomato garden? You pick and eat them for days on end and share what you don’t eat. It’s a win-win situation and you make a lot of people very happy.
Happy Anniversary Pirate Kitchen! I thoughtandthoughtandthought about a blog off and on for years and then three years ago *poof* it happened. The other night at yoga, our instructor said, “take your practice seriously, but don’t take yourself too seriously.” She added a quick, “know what I mean?” And I did. I still do and will try to forever infinity. There have been many times along the way here that I’ve taken this and myself way too seriously and felt the crash and burn coming. But then I shut my eyes really tight and remind myself why I do this: I love it. I also have to thank Rob (cheerleader and occasional IT department) for lots of hand-holding and reminding me why I do this. It’s a capsule for many things I love that are sometimes related and sometimes not, but to me make sense. Know what I mean?
It’s been cold and raining all day, but it’s pure sunshine in this martini glass. The taste is bold and citrusy without being overly sweet. My kind of cocktail. I turned on the radio …”I’ll stop the world and melt with you.” The weekend is off to a great start. What? I can’t hear you. Did you say snow?
Our truck is one of my favorite things ever. We just returned from getting our Christmas tree (9 feet-YAY!), with the four of us crammed in the cab, and it is so proud. It should be. This truck has assisted in numerous landscaping and home improvement projects and this past Summer we fit one whole above ground pool in it (minus water, but still…). We not only lived to tell, but actually enjoyed swimming the rest of the Summer. The truck is also our magic carpet for joyrides in the countryside and who knows what yard sale or cool stuff you might see when you’re out and about? So, thank you Truck, we love you.