Life Goal # 6: Tomatina:
Pure Joy
Life Goal # 20: Go Skydiving when I am 90; possibly with my grandkids.
Amazing
August 26, 2009
August 22, 2009
Company and Corn
This past Monday my dear friend came to the beach with me after work. It was a joy to share with her my daily routine since I have moved out here. Aly has continued to be one of those friends that slows my life down and lets me take life on from a different perspective.
My dad has also been here, spending his week off reading and resting to no end. I am very thankful I have someone who teaches me the art of resting and who celebrates in discovering new knowledge.
So I have been in great company this week, feeling supported and loved by those around me. It has also helped me adjust to the idea of entering back into community by moving back into the city at some point. It is becoming more clear to me that I am not meant to live in this form of isolation forever. But for now I am still here, still living out one of my dreams and eating an amazing corn salad while I am at it.
(I'm sorry I don't have a picture of the actual salad)
Fresh Corn Salad
from "the barefoot contessa cookbook" by Ina Garten
5 EARS corn, shucked
1/2 CUP small diced red onion
3 TABLESPOONS cider vinegar
3 TABLESPOONS good olive oil
1/2 TEASPOON kosher salt
1/2 TEASPOON fresh ground pepper
1/2 CUP chiffonade fresh basil leaves
Boil the corn and cut it off the cob. (I learned that you should run the cobs under really cold water right after you take them out of the pot. This keeps the color bright and stops the cooking process. Who would have known?... ok it is pretty obvious)
Toss everything together.
Serve.
This salad was accompanied by salmon and olive bread, white wine and champagne. It was amazing and made me believe in summer's little joys.
from "the barefoot contessa cookbook" by Ina Garten
5 EARS corn, shucked
1/2 CUP small diced red onion
3 TABLESPOONS cider vinegar
3 TABLESPOONS good olive oil
1/2 TEASPOON kosher salt
1/2 TEASPOON fresh ground pepper
1/2 CUP chiffonade fresh basil leaves
Boil the corn and cut it off the cob. (I learned that you should run the cobs under really cold water right after you take them out of the pot. This keeps the color bright and stops the cooking process. Who would have known?... ok it is pretty obvious)
Toss everything together.
Serve.
This salad was accompanied by salmon and olive bread, white wine and champagne. It was amazing and made me believe in summer's little joys.
August 16, 2009
the classic
there are a few reasons why Dutch Babies are near and dear to my heart.
1) as a child we used to have them for dinner- it was like the heavens opened up and rained pure joy whenever Dutch Babies were served.
2) we would eat them at Beyond- the first morning I came down to the table and someone told me we were eating Dutch Babies I honestly felt like I had a new home.
3) they are cheap and easy- to this day I always know I can make a Dutch Baby because they don't take a lot of time and I always have the ingredients.
4) I think I can tell a lot about a person by what they put on their Dutch Baby. (I am a fan of lemon juice and powder sugar, some like peanut butter others like syrup).
1) as a child we used to have them for dinner- it was like the heavens opened up and rained pure joy whenever Dutch Babies were served.
2) we would eat them at Beyond- the first morning I came down to the table and someone told me we were eating Dutch Babies I honestly felt like I had a new home.
3) they are cheap and easy- to this day I always know I can make a Dutch Baby because they don't take a lot of time and I always have the ingredients.
4) I think I can tell a lot about a person by what they put on their Dutch Baby. (I am a fan of lemon juice and powder sugar, some like peanut butter others like syrup).
Dutch Babies
preheat oven to 425
a glass pie baking dish or small square baking dish
put some butter in the dish & place in oven
1/2 cup milk
1/2 flour
2 eggs
combine all ingredients in medium bowl
take baking dish out of oven and distribute melted butter, set aside and let cool
with an electric mixer, mix ingredients for about 2 minutes
pour into dish, place in oven
bake for 15-17 minutes
Enjoy!
preheat oven to 425
a glass pie baking dish or small square baking dish
put some butter in the dish & place in oven
1/2 cup milk
1/2 flour
2 eggs
combine all ingredients in medium bowl
take baking dish out of oven and distribute melted butter, set aside and let cool
with an electric mixer, mix ingredients for about 2 minutes
pour into dish, place in oven
bake for 15-17 minutes
Enjoy!
August 09, 2009
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August 08, 2009
Heart Breaker
This week I was in Washington Dulles Airport in Washington D.C. trying to find my lost luggage when a man behind me stepped to the counter and tried to explain that he did not know where his bags where. The woman behind the counter was very rude and quickly dismissed him by saying "I can't help you, you came on an international flight".
It was so clear to me that this was an honest man who did not have a bad bone in him- I could see desperation written all over his face. I ran after him and asked if I could help. He explained to me that he was from Senegal and pointed to the customs doors. He did not know where his bag was and he pointed to another airline ticket for a departure to Texas in 2hrs.
I took him to the airlines he was scheduled to depart on and asked if they could help us locate his bag or at least check him in for his flight to Dallas. I wanted to make sure he got to where he was going even if his bags were days behind him. At that counter the woman explained to me that his ticket had been changed and he now owed $700 in change fees if he wanted to get on the flight to Dallas. This is the point where my throat tightened and the tears started to well up in my eyes. I grabbed my phone and typed in "$700" and through a complicated mess of hand gestures explained that his tickets was switched and now he had to pay. He opened his wallet and had $100 and that was all.
I was on the verge of tears but I could not cry because I had to speak for this man.
So I told the woman this is crazy, he lost his bags and now he also has to pay $700!! I don't think anyone should be treated with this much disrespect- sure I understand that the airlines cannot find his bag right away or wave a $700 fee, but you also don't let a helpless foreigner fend for himself while you look up at the sky!!
I figured out he had come to the United States to visit his cousin, he had his phone number written on a piece of paper in his wallet. So I gave him all the change I had and small bills, lead him to the phone and said your cousin will be able to help (I hoped and prayed).
I have been in this position before. I was 12 when I traveled to Switzerland and tried to cross over to Italy and a stranger had to pay for me. I remember getting off a train in France in January and realizing at it pulled away- that my family had not gotten off. A man in the train station made sure I was on the next train. I remember being told I had a missed a flight back to the states and the airlines representative got me onto the next one.
These are times my desperation reached across language and cultural barriers and were meet with helpful faces on the other side. I hope and pray I was one of those people for this man. That my small change and teary smile were a comfort for him. It was one of those moments were my heart broke open a bit and I was thankful to see what was inside.
It was so clear to me that this was an honest man who did not have a bad bone in him- I could see desperation written all over his face. I ran after him and asked if I could help. He explained to me that he was from Senegal and pointed to the customs doors. He did not know where his bag was and he pointed to another airline ticket for a departure to Texas in 2hrs.
I took him to the airlines he was scheduled to depart on and asked if they could help us locate his bag or at least check him in for his flight to Dallas. I wanted to make sure he got to where he was going even if his bags were days behind him. At that counter the woman explained to me that his ticket had been changed and he now owed $700 in change fees if he wanted to get on the flight to Dallas. This is the point where my throat tightened and the tears started to well up in my eyes. I grabbed my phone and typed in "$700" and through a complicated mess of hand gestures explained that his tickets was switched and now he had to pay. He opened his wallet and had $100 and that was all.
I was on the verge of tears but I could not cry because I had to speak for this man.
So I told the woman this is crazy, he lost his bags and now he also has to pay $700!! I don't think anyone should be treated with this much disrespect- sure I understand that the airlines cannot find his bag right away or wave a $700 fee, but you also don't let a helpless foreigner fend for himself while you look up at the sky!!
I figured out he had come to the United States to visit his cousin, he had his phone number written on a piece of paper in his wallet. So I gave him all the change I had and small bills, lead him to the phone and said your cousin will be able to help (I hoped and prayed).
I have been in this position before. I was 12 when I traveled to Switzerland and tried to cross over to Italy and a stranger had to pay for me. I remember getting off a train in France in January and realizing at it pulled away- that my family had not gotten off. A man in the train station made sure I was on the next train. I remember being told I had a missed a flight back to the states and the airlines representative got me onto the next one.
These are times my desperation reached across language and cultural barriers and were meet with helpful faces on the other side. I hope and pray I was one of those people for this man. That my small change and teary smile were a comfort for him. It was one of those moments were my heart broke open a bit and I was thankful to see what was inside.
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