Wednesday, August 26, 2009

It's a lot better than it looks. Really.

It'd be nice if I had a digital camera so I could take a glamor shot of the salad I made for lunch. Until I get one, this little bit of eye candy is all I've got: I was riffing off of a salad I'd had about a week ago at Hopleaf with my sister, called the "tomato" salad. It had heirloom tomatoes, snap peas, a really tasty, creamy vinaigrette, goat cheese, and almonds. There was definitely a crunch missing in the salad I had today despite all the effort of the snap peas, and after looking at the Hopleaf menu again right now I realize why. My salad had snap peas, baby tomatoes and spinach, and I made my own vinaigrette that I mixed blue cheese into. Blue cheese was too strong for this, and I regret it, but the vinaigrette was pretty good- lots of raw garlic, just like I like. Definitely goat cheese next time. After the salad was done and I was excited to finally be leaving on time for work, I knocked a big yellow Pyrex bowl off my counter because my kitchen is so small, and it shattered into a million pieces. The cats and I were not pleased, but after vacuuming a third time, I actually made it to work without being late.

I decided to go see Julie & Julia last night. I'd heard from a couple of people that the Julia part was good, but the Julie part left something to be desired. I liked the Julia part a lot, but the Amy Adams part fell short and kind of got on my nerves. It was too cutesy to the point of being hokey, such that it made my stomach drop a little bit. It was really hard to relate to Amy Adams' character- she was one dimensional, selfish, and boring. The Julia Child character was sort of one dimensional too I guess... but I liked Meryl Streep a lot. Uninspired, I went home and ate cheese for dinner. Shout out to all the goats out there for your goat's milk.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Things everyone really likes that I pretend to like, or can't face the fact that I just don't really like

It all started with my old friend Michael's obsession with Criss Angel and his terrible, terrible "magic." He would freak whenever Criss Angel's show "Mindfreak" came on television, and all my friends would get together and watch it with him. I'm not sure if they liked it themselves, or they just wanted to be with Michael, but it was not good. It wasn't even bad good. It was just bad bad, boring, retarded. But, I pretended to enjoy it so I could eat his chips/salsa/brownie bites/tofuti. We all pretend to like things we don't for various reasons, and sometimes we also have a hard time really admitting to ourselves that we just don't like them. I kept telling myself I liked olives, but low and behold I love them now. However, there are those things that I haven't convinced myself of loving, and those things that I know I don't like but there isn't a valid reason not to like them so I keep on thinking, "Well, I might like you this time, so it's worth another shot." Here is a list of things that I just plain don't really like (not to be confused with things that I hate, but more on that later):

1. Arthchoke hearts (i think artichokes in their full form are so beautiful, but i don't really think i like to eat them very much)
2. Cupcakes- (unless they are JUST right. for me, it's like, why have a cupcake when I can have a cookie?)
3. Tofuti (i know I mentioned i ate Michael's tofuti above, but it was only a part of a delicious, delicious brownie sundae, one that had to be completely free of milk because he is allergic to it. on second thought, i think i really liked tofuti at first, but toatlly O.D.ed on it for said reason above, and so now I get it thinking I will still love it and but don't)
4. Vella cafe tofu scramble (sorry Erica)
5. Hiking
6. Boating (i fear the open sea)


This list is short, but I'm getting bored so I'll add more later. Well, I feel better. Don't you? If you feel like it, leave me a comment with some things that you continue to subject yourself to even though you know you don't like them. It's time to air out that dirty laundry and come to terms with it. Oh, that's another thing- messes. You all might think I loooove messes, but I don't. Make that no. 7.