Oh hey. Hi there. Remember me?

Your long-lost blogging buddy, who disappeared without a trace or should I say nary a crumb because you know I wouldn’t leave that on a plate; at least not if good food was involved.

You may have wondered where I’ve been. Then again, you may not have and I’d kindly ask you to keep that thought under wraps, since I’m slightly vulnerable right now, an odd feeling no doubt. Have no fear though, I could still kick some ass if need be.   

The past few weeks, I have been a slave to the Man, and I don’t meant the Hubby, although he might like that. His normally independent wife suddenly being submissive would probably be quite the turn on.

In the meantime, the Man I’m referencing is the J.O.B, the one which pays the bills. It’s a pretty important thing, and since we’re down a person at the office, I’ve been putting in extra long and sometimes emotionally fraught hours. One day last week, I made it home mere minutes before midnight. Thank god it wasn’t any later because I might have turned into a pumpkin, and we all know how I feel about pumpkin. I think I also just deemed myself a princess by association. Hey, if the shoe fits, or more importantly the tiara… hmm, I should probably let them know I have a small head.

So yeah I’ve been working a lot, an awful lot. It’s pretty much all I’ve done the last few weeks or so, except that unfortunate vet visit on Friday, where we were told Max is in the end stages of kidney failure. Yeah, so that’s no good either.

Those two facts: too much work and the imminent end of my bread borrowing buddy are the reasons I spent the better part of this weekend mostly horizontal on the couch, with my arms and legs curled up around a cat, while a movie or two or six played in the background. I dozed in and out, I cried on and off, and I cancelled all my plans except for my Saturday morning yoga class, where I kind of lost it in shavasana. Thank god the guy next to me started to snore as unwanted tears eked out of my fiercely closed eyes. I’m not a great crier and I’m certainly not a pretty crier. Given a choice, I’d like to skip it altogether,  even though I know to feel it and then let it go is cathartic.

Sometimes life is not all rainbows, unicorns, puppies and magical beanstalks. Sometimes we work far more hours than we should. Sometimes we get mistreated along the way, and sometimes our sweet, amiable and once upon a time, food stealing felines get dealt a bad card. Sometimes we need to say screw the silver lining, and instead of shining a light on the positive, we need to feel the pain and grieve, which is what I did with my weekend. It wasn’t marvelous. It wasn’t Week In Review worthy. It just was, and sometimes that’s all we need.

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A Blast from the Past

I’ve been working like a mad woman at the office. 

Considering I’m already a touch cray-cray, this has not been helping my sanity. Quite the opposite as back to back to back eleven plus hour days has been wearing on me. Thank god for the Hubby, greeting me a glass of wine and plate of food when I drag my weary carcass home each night. That man is a saint.

White Wine

Despite the food or possibly because of the booze, I can barely form sentences, so the idea of penning a post that is not only witty but literate leaves me feeling a little strained. Yes, putting simple sentences together in an intelligent fashion, while utilizing proper grammar and what have you, makes me want to run in the opposite direction and head for the hills. I hear they’re ♫ alive with the sound of music. ♫ It might be nice there. 

Which is why Arman’s most recent Spill It Sunday link up was particularly appealing to me. The idea is to share some old posts, where we dig into our archives and resurrect classics. Some might call this lazy, I call it recycling at it’s finest, which pleases the hippie in me to no end.

I’m going way back with these posts, in hopes this material is relatively new for most of my audience. Bon Appetite.

WIAW: The Verbal Purge Edition: this is far and away one of my favorite posts. It’s the one where I question the healthiness of the HLB community, while simultaneously spelling out my own food philosophy and what ‘healthy’ means to me. I’ll give you a hint: it involves cheese.

Cheese Plate with Raspberries

The Time of the Tomato: I thought about sharing my Ode to Grilled Cheese because it’s fun, flirty and delicious, but we are gearing up for tomato season here in Ohio, and this post is fraught with incredible tomato recipes and perhaps a pretty picture or two.


Vanilla Gorilla: get comfortable, grab a drink, pull up a chair and be ready for story time as we relive my participation in The Tough Mudder. This was absolutely the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, and I loved it.

Vanilla Gorilla Meg Collage

Alright my friends, I’m going to relish in the fact it’s Friday, which means in less than twenty-four hours I will be getting my R&R on. You know what they say: Work hard, play hard, rest hard. I might have added to the cliché; it’s a solid addition though.

Have you ever done a Tough Mudder? What’s on your weekend agenda? Anything exciting? Tell me all about it. 

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WIAW: The Summertime Edition

My summertime eats tend to be dramatically different from my wintertime fare.

Gone are the days of rich hearty soups and creamy pastas. They’ve politely stepped aside, or maybe they dropped a shoulder and threw an unexpected elbow to make room for a bounty of salads, a mountain of diced veggies, a big bowl of fruit, and a simple snack platter. The idea of firing up the oven or spending hours laboring over the stove just isn’t appealing right now. Instead, I’m craving all things light and preferably refreshing. Hello Sangria.

It’s easy to tailor our eats to the weather when it’s just the Hubby and I. Giant green salads for dinner, not to be confused with the jolly green giant, although in this house that legume will likely make an appearance at one point or another. Carrots, bell peppers and piles of hummus for lunch: sounds perfect. Smoothies for first breakfast: sign me up. It’s much harder to eat this way though when you have company in town, the kind who might want to ingest full meals, especially after a day of water sports and rigorous tennis playing, and by rigorous I mean we brought Starbucks to the court. So what’s a girl to do?

Wait, are you looking to me for an answer? That’s probably a bad idea, although I am going to share what I fed the Hubby and my house guests on Sunday, especially because one of them told me WIAW’s are her favorite posts so I thought it might be nice to choose a day she actually got to experience. See it, live it, love it or something to that effect.

Here we go:  

Sunday breakfast turned into Sunday lunch because it took me a long time to make it. I was moving rather slowly and to be honest, recipe testing requires work and measurements and then writing down said measurements. I’m telling ya, that last step is fairly important, especially if you want to remember what you did. In any event, I fed them my first draft of a Lightened Up Stuffed French Toast with fresh Strawberry Puree. It’s possible I need to work on my drizzling skills.    

Lightened Up French Toast B

Lightened Up Stuffed French Toast

We skipped a traditional lunch because I didn’t make one, and instead snacked on some Castel olives, which melt in your mouth like butter; not that I would know what melted butter tastes like (cough, cough). We also split a dragon fruit, some Roasted Candied Almonds, and iced coffee from Starbucks before hitting the tennis courts.

Sunday Snacks - Dragon Fruit Olives and Roasted Almonds

Dinner was a picnic plate full of food, which involved a green salad with blueberries, banana chips and blue cheese, alongside some brown rice, veggie stir fry, Savory Butternut Squash Muffins and a Sweet Potato Chickpea Burger with a Creamy Cilantro Sauce. I might have eaten two of the muffins, and by ‘might have,” I mean I definitely did.  

Picnic Dinner - Salad - Veggie Strir Fry - Rice - Muffin - Veggie Burger

While dinner was absolutely delicious, the food wasn’t the best part. Instead, it was the view and of course the company, but that goes without saying.

Picnic Dinner with a View

Dessert was a bowl of vanilla ice cream, topped with fresh figs which we roasted in the oven with butter, honey and cinnamon. It was the perfect ending to a lovely day.

Honey Roasted Figs and Vanilla Ice Cream

What do your summertime eats look like? Is it the same as when you have company?

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