Farm box again

Today, I got swiss chard again, some sort of greens (thai? I think?), sweet potatoes, some hot peppers, some sweet peppers, a very long cucumber, a very short zucchini (or is it the other way around?), a cantaloupe, about a billion roma tomatoes, and some APPLES! It's fall!
I see a lot of italian food in my future. What am I going to do with these greens?

I have a new blog!

I know, a bit excessive, right? It's not necessarily a new blog, but an additional one. Let me explain.
Today is my 25th birthday. Birthdays usually come and go uneventfully and a lot of people ask me if I feel any different and I say no.
This year, though, I feel different. I feel older, but in a good way. And I've decided this year is my year. Not only that, but I'm going to prove it.
Hop over to This is my year...and I'm going to prove it and journey through the year with me.

Never quite mermaid-like

This weekend, I was taken with the unshakable urge to do something different, something drastic with my hair.

I've long known that my very fine, very thin curly hair will never be quite mermaid-like. However, I've suddenly realized how much I like short curly cuts.
Looook at the wonderfulness:
I just love all of these. I think my curl patterns more closely fit the lower right hand picture. My dear friend Catia is smitten with the upper right hand cut, and I really appreciate the lower left.
I hope soon to get a proper chopping from a good stylist who understands curly hair and how to cut it (a rarity). This time, in particular, I plan to go in for consultations instead of just showing up somewhere for a cut. I'm so tired of that feeling of dismay as soon as I see the stylist (the "curl expert") pick up a fine-toothed comb and drag out my drenched curls into straight lines (the carnage!), saying something like "It'll be fun to see how much they shrink up!"
I'll be sure to keep all of you posted, because I'm sure you have nothing better to do than wonder about your bloggy friend's hair.

Oh well

So, I got my master's degree in May.

It was pretty spectacular.

I got to see some dear ones.

The only thing was, my cap was on backwards the entire time.

 

 

Photobomb courtesy Benjo

And no one told me.

Farm box take 2

this week, I got:
A butternut squash
A couple zucchini
limes
peaches
pears
corn
swiss chard
a bag of peppers
a bag of lima beans


I'm so excited about this week! I'm going to make a modified version of Mexican street corn, and I think I'm going to do something combining the limes, pears, and peaches (jam? bread?), and maybe something involving the peaches and the peppers. What do you do with swiss chard? What about butternut squash?

Farm Boxin' it up!

So, I recently joined (because I had a groupon) a service which provides fresh local produce to your door every other week. Today, my first-ever farm box arrived!
I was so very excited!
Within were:
A head of butter lettuce
a bag of lima beans
a bag of okra
three tomatoes
four pears
a canteloupe
two acorn squashes
two zucchinis
two yellow summer squashes
two cucumbers

Basically, I'm stoked. I quickly read up a few recipes. The lima beans will probably be my dinner for tonight and lunch tomorrow. For the rest, I have great plans! My friend Emma is visiting for dinner Friday so I am making acorn squash with chile-lime vinaigrette, canteloupe sorbet (that's actually in the works right now), vanilla roasted pears (I kind of don't want to wait until Emma gets here to make these...but then they would be gone before she came. Not so hospitable.) and cucumber melon salsa.

I'm super excited to see Emma as she's been away at camp all summer and I've not seen her since I first moved in around the week of July 4.
I was going to post some pictures but my internet connection is precarious. We'll try again with the finished products, which I'm sure will look much prettier.

Would this be considered emotional constipation?

I feel like there is so much inside of me that I can't get out. I feel like I'm one of these:



Only with all the shapes inside. And I don't know what they look like. And I don't know what the holes look like. There are so many feelings I can't name swirling around. I have no idea how to release them. I don't even know if I could label them.
Dance was the closest thing to getting all that out I ever had. A physical, intellectual, and emotional release. I'm going to have to start using that outlet soon. I don't think the neighbors would take lightly to some primal scream therapy.

Wanted to talk about one other thing. This Sunday, I hadn't planned on checking out churches yet. But I woke up early and thought "Why not?" so I got dressed and took Penny out, and then it was time to leave for Sunday school and I just couldn't make it out the door. No problem, I thought, I can just go to service. But again, I just couldn't go. I've never been that crippled by social anxiety. That afraid that I wouldn't meet anyone. And I let that fear keep me from meeting anyone, nice, mean, judgmental or otherwise. Fail.