Today, I had to babysit three boys ages 2, 7, and 10 for seven torturous hours.
There is a reason why some people choose not to have kids. I may have just experienced some of those reasons today.
Can you tell we just got Netflix? I love that we can stream it to the Blu-Ray player. Instant gratification. Dear John however wasn’t so gratifying. I shouldn’t expect anything less from Nicholas Sparks but I remember hearing one of the movie’s songs, “Little House” written and sung by Amanda Seyfried during yoga class and I loved it. Amanda plays Savannah, a woman who falls in love with a soldier then he leaves to fight in a war then life happens. Of course I cried. That’s what Sparks is good at. He succeeds every time. Even when there’s Hannah Montana (The Last Song). I can’t help myself. You put any kind of romance in a movie’s storyline and I’ll watch it. I like that heart-string tugging feeling I get.
Food! It’s all I ever think about sometimes. But clearly, I wasn’t thinking far enough. I watched Food, Inc. this weekend and it was eye opening to say the least. It’s a documentary about where food comes from, and how corporations have formed an oligopoly to control what we eat. I have known about the evils of Monsanto but I didn’t realize how connected they were with the goverment. How Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas (yes, the pubic hair perv) used to be a lawyer for them and later helped them pass laws to protect their genetically modified organisms labeling, in essence, keeping us consumers from knowing which goods are made of GMO foods. And GMO foods are bad for farmers and bad for competition. Monsanto patents their breed of whatever, corn, soy they’ve genetically altered, and if a seed of theirs flies into a neighboring farmer’s field and grows, Monsanto can sue the pants off the unsuspecting farmer. They drag out the lawsuits so much the farmers go into debt and have no alternative but to settle outside of court. Really, evil stuff. Also, in India, they have basically enslaved the farmers by selling seeds that may only grow if you spray Monsanto’s special chemicals on them. Then, next year, the farmers have to buy seeds from Monsanto again because the seeds yield infertile plants. The farmers go into debt trying to buy all this from Monsanto. Eventually, they become indentured servants to Monsanto. Also, companies like Tyson’s or Perdue force chicken farmers to grow their chickens a certain way. They’re not allowed to show anybody the awful conditions because it’s shameful. Then they make the farmers buy their equipment and medicines (antibiotics) and the farmers have to do whatever Perdue or Tyson’s dictates or else they lose their contract with the company. Purdue’s all natural my butt.
What I like about this documentary is that it not only informs the consumer, it concludes with ways we can bring about change. How we can vote with our money by purchasing natural foods, grassfed beef, from local farms, buy in season. Yes, organic milk and eggs are more expensive but It’s healthier for us too. I’d rather pay for healthy foods now than have to deal with illnesses as a result of eating chemical laden, hormone-, antibiotic-riddled foods, later in life. It’s an uplifting message.
Today was one of those not-to-hot, not-to-cold sunny days. We went to a suburban elementary school to do some volunteer work this morning. It’s for a a little conservation project called “For Lands and Waters.” They’re creating various areas of gardens for wildlife, to prevent erosion, to filter runoff, and also as a teaching tool for the schoolkids. I hate bugs. HAAATE them so it was fine when I was digging but then when we had to separate the grass from the dirt and actually touch the dirt, I wandered off with a classmate to “take a break.” It was nice catching up with her though. We both agreed we missed school. It was fun going to a classmate’s home to work on group projects and head over to happy hour after a final exam. It’s been a year and we’ve started to fall out of touch as people return to their lives, get married, get new jobs, have babies, move out of state, move out of the country. It’s great that we’re all so active but it’s also nice to be able to reconnect sometimes.
We had lunch at Temel after. A local turkish restaurant with three big fish tanks. One with cichlids (oscars, convicts), another with discus and corycats, and another with angelfish. Oh yeah, they have food too. And it was very good, but we loved looking at the tanks. They were very well-kept.
Their bread was warm and crispy on the outside.
Now that I’m not commuting on the metro for an hour on Fridays, I can actually make dinner! I totally just made this up from ingredients I happened to already have in the fridge and pantry. It came out pretty tasty though so I’m sharing the recipe.
Ingredients:

Boil the pasta with salt and oil. Cook it halfway through because you’re going to cook it again in the oven and you don’t want mushy pasta.

Chop up the herbs and slice the serrano chili.

Pre-cook the sausages then slice them up.

Cook the ground meat, breaking it up. Then add the garlic and onions with a little bit of oil and add black pepper to taste.

Add the chili and chopped herbs.

Then pour in the spaghetti sauce.

Add the goat cheese and stir it into the sauce.

When it’s completely incorporated, it should look pretty thick and creamy.

Grease a baking dish then pour in the pasta mixture. Top it with the slices of sausage. Bake at 350 degrees F for about 30 to 40 minutes.

This is such a kitchen sink dish but it smells and tastes wonderful.
Because I love pizza so much, my pizza reviews suffer from recency bias. Almost every time I’m holding a piece of pizza in my hand, that is the best pizza ever! I shouldn’t admit to that right before I give this review of the latest awesome pizza I had this weekend. But what can I say? It was really delicious. Fire Works’ makes a thin crusted and crispy pizza. There was some charring on the bottom (wood fire oven) but it did not taste burnt. The generous toppings were loaded to the edge of the crust and they use organic ingredients (which I just take their word for it). Service was great too. Our server didn’t push us to buy more for a bigger tip. In fact, when we asked if the 14″ would be enough for two, he said the 10″ would suffice and he was right. No leftovers to pack home.
It was delicious. We probably liked the Black Sheep (on the left) a bit more than the Barcelona (on the right). There was supposed to be olives on the Barcelona but we didn’t taste any. Still, delicious. And for a greedy pizza monster like me, being able to have 2 kinds of pizza on one was a nice plus. I would’ve otherwise ordered two types just so I could try them.
The neighbor’s cat got his name from this restaurant Whitlow’s on Wilson. Yesterday, since we were off on holiday, we decided to finally visit this place. Plus, they have a pretty nice Monday night special, half price burgers.
These here burgers were tasty! The fries were amazingly crispy and crunchy. I think they were lightly battered. This restaurant is owned by the same owners as Restaurant 3. I didn’t think much of the brunch at 3 but I’d come back to Whitlow’s for burgers on a Monday night. Not to say they don’t warrant the full price but burgers just generally aren’t at the top of my crave list all the time. But when I am craving it, this will certainly do the trick. Oh and they have a very nice quiet outdoor patio. A little haven away from the city.

This is the newest member of our aquatic family. It’s a bubble tip anemone. The idea is for the clownfish to pair up with her. In the wild clownfish and certain anemone’s live symbiotically. They take care of each other. The clownfish gets protection and a bath from the anemone and the anemone has a defender and a buddy who will bring food to it. At the store, we saw two clownfish swimming around in these bubble tips and they looked like they were really enjoying it. So far Bessie hasn’t received much attention from the clownfish, but maybe in time, he’ll figure it out.
I am teleworking today. I sit at home in front of my computer, cell phone by my side and check my email and do my oh so complicated work right in the company of the chinchillas and the calming hum from the fish tank. It saves me from a 1 hour each way commute ($10.20 each day on the metro!), a windowless cubicle, and the clock watching. Yes indeedy, I’m not all antsing to go home because hey, I’m home! I guess I like my job afterall.
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