Remind Me Of Us

First harvest of the season!

Hmm...what can I make with banana peppers?

Now if only my tomatoes would get with the program...

In It To Win It

Food. Food. Food. This is my fridge after a Saturday afternoon grocery shopping adventure. Complete with Jason pretending the shopping cart was a bobsled, and in his best "Cool Runnings" accent, counting down to launch the bobsled. The fridge is now nice and full, ready for a week of new breakfasts, lunches, dinners and midnight snacks.

I've really gotten into planning, cooking and preparing meals lately. I know I've mentioned my planning ahead of meals by the month (now down to two weeks because of lack of apartment space to keep four different bags of potatoes). And I've also discovered a love of food blogs. I really have found a lot of them to be informative, witty and interesting to read.

A few favorites:

www.thepioneerwoman.com (thanks Liza!)

www.101cookbooks.com

www.joythebaker.com

www.annies-eats.com

There's something calming about reading through these recipes, the photography they use and the time they spend to make homemade, nutritious meals for their family. It inspires me to take more time to put effort into this part of life. Taking the time to enjoy and experience things. Not just food, but books, events, travel, etc. I think it's time I do more of this.

I've always wanted this blog to be a place to extend myself.

And it's time I extend into new places in this blog. A refresh is in order. Let's go!

However Long I Stay

Close enough to start a war,
All that I have is on the floor,
God only knows what we're fighting for,
All that I say, you always say more,

I can't keep up with your turning tables,
Under your thumb, I can't breathe,

So I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
No, I won't rescue, you to just desert me,
I cant give you the heart you think you gave me,
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables,
To turning tables,

Under haunted skies I see you, ooh,
Where love is lost, your ghost is found,
I braved a hundred storms to leave you,
As hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down,

I can't keep up with your turning tables,
Under your thumb, I can't breathe,

Next time I'll be braver,
I'll be my own savior,
When the thunder calls for me,
Next time I'll be braver,
I'll be my own savior,
Standing on my own two feet...

-- [Turning Tables], Adele