Getting Thankful

When I mentioned my rather rebellious rut earlier this week, I didn’t mean I was actually going to stop writing.

Good heavens no. I fully intend to blog my way through this dry spell if only because I’m stubborn, in a way that makes Tarzan look tame. Was Tarzan stubborn? ‘Eh, you get the idea. What I meant to say was I’ll still be penning posts. They just won’t be food or fitness related, although I may bust out an old recipe or two. I’ve got some hidden gems from long ago. I’m holding out on new recipes though until they’re seasonal or until Google Trends gives me the green light. Yes, I take advice from the great Google in the sky. It’s kind of creepy.

Moving away from all things creepy, Thanksgiving is right around the corner here in the States and only a month or so old for my Canadian friends. Which is why I thought it might be fitting to get thankful and share those things which make me feel all warm and fuzzy, aside from the space heater in my bedroom and my love of lists. There’s also no truth to the rumor I wanted to beat out all the other thankful posts which I imagine will be in full effect some time next week. Yes, in addition to being stubborn, I’m also competitive. Me and Tarzan are besties. 

Let’s Get Thankful

  • I gotta give the Hubby a shout out here, not in a sappy, sentimental way though because it’s so not my style, minus this one post from long ago. Nope for me, it’s the little things. When he’s actually home, he makes my coffee, shovels the driveway and engages in on demand monkey loving. What’s not to like about that? Plus, this Sunday marks our 18th year of exclusivity. He asked me out over a Pralines and Cream ice cream cone. I’d be a fool to turn that down. 

Hubby

  • I’m thankful for all of you, my lovely readers. Engaging with you guys is what makes blogging so much fun and keeps me coming back day in and day out, or really three times a week, but who’s counting? Aside from me, that is. I do numbers for a living, so this is to be expected.
  • Microgreens. I’ve been getting these nutritional powerhouses in my CSA, and I adore them not only because they’re freakishly delicious, but really because they make me sound way fancier than I actually am. A three cheese omelet with fresh herbs is appealing. Top that bad boy with microgreens and you’ve just brought your A game.

Microgreens

  • Speaking of, I’m grateful for big ol’ Saturday morning breakfasts which include eggs, potatoes, fruit, and bread. “Why yes, those are microgreens on top of my omelet. How clever of you to notice.”

Saturday Morning Breakfast Omelet with Microgreens

  • Beeswax. Hear me out. I use this stuff when I’m cleaning. It makes things shiny, sparkly and smell good. Every time I use it though, some of it inevitably works its way into my hardwood floors, making some very, shall we say, slippery patches. Watching the cats skid across them pretty much makes my day. I told you; it’s the little things. 
  • Since we’re on the topic of cats, I am adamantly and vehemently opposed to them being on my kitchen counters. Sadly, they disagree. Hence, the beeswaxing. It’s urban warfare over here.

Oscar Napping on Counter

  •  I’m thankful for rainbows and unicorns. Obviously.  

Rainbow at the Brown Stadium

Double Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies

  • This song, specifically. I sang it to one of my nearest and dearest years and years ago when they were in medically induced coma with an unknown outcome, so this happy little number carries some significant emotional weight for me.

 

On that extremely revealing note ♫, pun intended, ♫ it’s time to wrap this post up. Work beckons and so does a hot shower. My coworkers appreciate when I try to clean up for the office.

What are you thankful for in your life right now? What’s a song which carriers lots of emotional weight for you and why?  

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What The Rut?

This blogging consistency stuff is tough, especially when you have nothing to say.

Actually I have loads of ideas… fine, I have a solid handful of ideas, I’m just a little lost on where to start, and since intros are my bread and butter, not to be confused with actual bread and butter, it’s left me a little discombobulated. There I go with the crazy words again, although you have to admit, discombobulated rolls of the tongue in a rather lascivious manner. 

Truth be told, I’ve been in a bit of a rut; with food, with exercise, with all things blogging. See, it’s kind of hard to write about delicious meals and sweatworthy shenanigans when it’s not happening, at least not on a regular basis. Suffice to say, I’ve eaten apples and peanut butter, with a side of cheese and roasted almonds, for dinner more nights than I should. I can barely remember what my gym looks like, much less how a spin bike feels, although maybe that last one isn’t such a bad thing. Of course it is, I love spinning. 

I am a food and fitness blogger in a food and fitness rut.

Oh the horror, although it does go to show I am human, just in case there were any doubts. If there were, I don’t want to know what you were thinking. Weirdo.     

It didn’t happen overnight either. It rarely ever does. Instead, it was a gradual progression or perhaps I should say regression. The seasons changed, life got busy and my lunchtime workouts started taking a backseat more often than not. Late nights at the office dictated a face plant on the couch, when I dragged my weary carcass home. This might explain my disturbing fascination with all the Housewives. I simply can’t be bothered to change the channel. 

I’ve been out to eat more times than not in the past month, which means a decrease in my kitchen antics. The same can be said for my trip to Toronto. It’s hard to cook when you’re not actually home to do it. I’ve got mad talents, but being in two places at once is beyond even my skill set. It’s also ridiculously easy to lose your routine once you’ve deviated for a period of time, even a short one.

I’m sharing this information with you for a number of reasons. The most important one though is Ruts. Aren’t. A. Bad. Thing. This point is so worthwhile I’m going to say it again with a different spin. Life is cyclical. Things come and go, babies are born, people die, seasons change. It’s a constant circle of movement, and our lives adhere to that same rhythm. Simply put, it’s natural and it’s okay. 

So, I just went all Zen on your glutes, and I’ll be honest it feels a little awkward for me too. Flowery prose sounds strange coming out of my mouth so let’s put this in a practical and measurable light, you know the kind my Type A personality can appreciate.  

I am in rut, and I am happy.  

Yes, at some point I would like to get back to the gym. It’s on the horizon and eventually it will happen. In the meantime, I’m not sweating it, literally or figuratively. Sure, I’d like to swap my conglomeration of snacks for real substantial meals and based on my strong and sudden cravings for broccoli, that’s already started to happen. A desire to eat all the green things and a longing in my muscles to move means change is coming, yet again. New music plays in the distance and when the time comes I will embrace that too.

Until then, I am in rut and I am happy. 

Tell me about your last rut. How did you handle it? I think embracing it is the way to go.

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I Mustache You Some Questions

Blogging surveys are the shining stars which beckon when post ideas are nowhere in sight.

Since I expended all my resourcefulness in the kitchen this weekend by cooking up a freaking storm, I was happy to discover Ms. Broccoli tagged me in this fun little foursome of a Q&A session. It makes threesomes look mild. Alright, that was an exaggeration. I do that sometimes and call it my artistic license, not to be confused with creative liberties. I also toss around fancy words and phrases in the hopes it’ll distract you from my lack of a proper introduction. Let’s pretend it worked and get on with the fours.

Four names people call me, other than my real name:

  • Meg.
  • Vanilla Gorilla.
  • Crazy Cat Lady, although I’m down to only two felines now, so I’m revoking this title.
  • Naughty Little Minx, or so says the Hubby.

Four jobs I’ve had and when I had them:

  • Sales Associate at a catalogue ordering store when I was in high school.
  • Cashier at CVS during my freshman through junior year of college. 
  • Office Clerk in a dentist’s office my senior year of college.  
  • Payroll Administrator at a law firm, post schooling, although not my present day gig.

Four movies I’ve watched more than once (AND can quote):

  • Usual Suspects: this is a classic and one of my favorite movies of all time.
  • The Lord of the Rings Trilogy: I rewatch these every winter with the Hubby.
  • The Thomas Crown Affair: the one with Pierce Brosnan and Rene Russo. It’s sexy and sassy, just how I like it.
  • The Sound of Music: belting out songs alongside Julie Andrews has become a Christmas tradition. I give myself bonus points when I get the lyrics right.

The Sound of Music

Four books I’d recommend:

  • It by Stephen King.
  • Welcome to the World, Baby Girl! by Fannie Flagg.
  • In Cold Blood by Truman Capote.
  • The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger.
My Book Nook

My reading nook.

Four places I’ve lived: er, I’ve only ever lived in two places so I’m halving this question.

  • Buffalo, New York.

Live Buffalo

  • Cleveland, Ohio.

Believeland Four places I’ve been:

  • Amsterdam: the Hubby and I stayed there for twenty four hours last year, and it wasn’t enough time, which means we’ll have to go back. It’s a rough life, I know.

Amsterdam

  • Croatia: one of my favorite places of all time. We stayed in a villa surrounded by rosemary hedges, overlooking the Adriatic Sea. It was a dream vacation.

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  • Greece: there’s a small chance I fled Athens with an outstanding and unpaid fine. Oops.

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  • New Orleans: I walked my ass off to win this trip, and it was worth every blister and breakdown, of which there were many. The blisters that is, there was only one mental lapse, which I chalk up to sheer exhaustion.  

Meg and Gator

Four places I’d rather be right now: I’ve only got one answer here.

  • Exactly where I am right now: in front of my fireplace surrounded by the Hubby and my felines, with Three Bean Vegetarian Chili cooking away in the Crockpot and the biscuits to end all biscuits in the oven.

Fireplace and Photo Editing

Four things I don’t eat:

  • Seafood. despite a fantastic nutritional profile, I’m not a fan of the taste or the smell.
  • Meat, partially for textural reasons, although I miss bacon, badly.
  • Soda pop, unless it’s made with real sugar and even then it’s rare.
  • The big fast food chains: McDonald’s, Burger King, Taco Ball, etc. I wouldn’t touch their non food with a ten foot pole. It would outlast the pole anyway.

Four of my favorite foods:

  • Hooray Veggies!

Veggie Stir Fry Fixins

  • My adoration of cheese makes Homer Simpson’s love of donuts tame.

Cheese Platter

  • Potatoes: all shapes, sizes and colors.

Mashed Potatoes with Chive Butter

  • Fruit, preferably in mass quantities.

Fresh Fruit

Four TV shows that I watch:

  • Game of Thrones.
  • Top Chef.
  • Gilmore Girls: I love me some Lorelei and Rory.
  • The Housewives, sans Miami. This one is embarrassing to admit and yet I can’t seem to look away.

Four things I’m looking forward to this year:

  • Having the Hubby home for an extended break at the end of December.
  • Spending the holidays with family, including my nephew who spends most of his days halfway across the world in Brussels, trying to consume gigantic sandwiches. Despite the distance, we have a lot in common.

Max vs The Sandwich

  • Things settling down at work, if only so I can stop going into the office on weekends.   
  • My Squash Roasting Party: it’s bound to be a blast. I know how to rage.  

Four things I’m always saying:

  • Hi Sunshine. This is my standard greeting in almost every scenario.
  • Me-Yow!
  • ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ I love to sing, despite a horrific lack of ability to do so.
  • We should make a list.

Four people I’m tagging for this survey:

 Threesomes are so overrated. Get your fours on, ladies.

Your turn: Answer any of the questions above: four foods you won’t eat, four jobs you’ve had, four places you’ve lived or four places you’ve been.

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