I’m back in the bay area and it feels so good. I’ve got a packed three weeks that includes traveling on six flights to four states for a 90th birthday party, a wedding, a bachelorette party, and a family vacation to Loon Lake. After 15+ hours flying across the Atlantic back to San Francisco and a wee bit of jet-lag, I figured we could keep this post simple. Let’s not count on my spelling and grammar right now and show you five things I’ve already written around the web!
Our little balcony herb garden is doing really well, no thanks to me. Jon is the gardener around here and he doesn’t like when I touch anything in fear that I will kill it. Unfortunately, I can’t say much in response because his fears come with good reason. My black thumb reaches far and wide. Yesterday, I snipped some basil to use in my lunch, without permission of course. And when he got home, my harvesting was quickly discovered. He informed me that I need to cut a little bit from everywhere, not just from one side, blah blah. Ya, our basil plant is no longer as pretty as it once was, but in my defense, I thought it’s main purpose was to use it, not stare at it!
If you have Netflix, you’ve probably already binge watched the second season of “Orange is the New Black” like me. That show is so addicting and I’m sad to have to wait again for a whole new season to come out. One of the episodes that caught my attention is the one where Piper is granted furlough from prison and gets to go home for a day. At one point, she bites into a giant burger and you witness her savor every bite as if it were her last…probably because it actually was her last for a while. Though Swiss food is nothing like prison food (I’m actually growing quite fond of sausages), I can relate. My mouth is watering thinking about all the delicious food I’m about to eat during my trip back to the States next week. I can’t wait to go to El Nido and Gordo for a giant burrito served with free chips and salsa (yes, there will be multiple burrito outings). Or eat fresh sushi, enjoy a real American breakfast, be served ice water, buy a sandwich with more than once slice of meat, and order a decent tasting salad at a restaurant.
It’s not common that I find people that like to craft as much as I do, and I would have never guessed that I would find someone in Switzerland of all places. But I did, and she might actually like to craft more than I do, which I didn’t really know was possible!
You all know I love tea, but I recently realized that I never really talk about it here, even though it’s one of the main reasons why I started this blog. I guess it’s because I’m not good at describing flavor notes; I can just tell you if it is really tasty, just blah, or to stay the heck away from it. I feel like a fraud saying it has “a subtle hint of (fill in the blank)” if I can’t taste it. The same goes for chocolate and wine. I know what I like but I have a really hard time describing what exactly about it I like. I plan to learn, but until I start learning, I’m not going to blab like a connoisseur when I’m not. So here I’m admitting that I’m no tea connoisseur, just a tea lover that wants to tell you about what I love.
For our few years abroad, creating a travel list was a must. The problem is, the more we travel, the longer the list gets. We cross one place off and hear about three more places to go. For a while, we had planned to save a portion of the list for three-day weekend trips. But let’s face it, there aren’t enough three-day weekends in the calendar year and our time here is passing quickly by. We decided to give up our three-day weekend wishes, and just start going. First up: Venice, Italy.
I have to say I have a pretty good memory, though it’s not always useful. I’m really good at remembering the date of people’s birthdays, but not necessarily good at wishing them a happy birthday on the actual day. I could also tell you the price of every item of clothing in my closet, but that doesn’t do anyone any good. One thing that I do pride myself in is remembering things people tell me they like. I store it away somewhere in that brain of mine, and bring it back to my attention when their birthday rolls around. The one problem that usually arises from this is that I don’t give myself the proper amount of time to buy or execute said gift.
Life lately has been hot! Summer is officially here. We bought a BBQ for our balcony, brought our fan down from storage, added more plants to our garden, and I’m mentally preparing for the summer heat sans air conditioning. I plan to buy a season pass to the badis (sectioned off swimming areas on the lake) and be a lake bum. And probably spend some day-times in Starbucks AC to survive the heat.
I’ve never been a huge yogurt eater, but sometimes I get an unexplainable craving for the creamy substance. Seeing as I’m laying off the dairy these days, when my yogurt craving kicked in, I didn’t know where to turn. Then I remembered chia seeds. I’d been hesitant to buy them considering the cheapest I’d found was a jar for $25 (don’t mind me still getting used to these ridiculous prices) but I got over myself and bought them anyways. These magical little seeds thicken liquids and add a little crunch, which was just what I needed to make some dairy-free creamy goodness. I added some of my strawberry rhubarb compote on top and it made great breakfast and snack. Some of you may even enjoy it as a dessert, but you all know I prefer my dessert in the form of chocolate.