quinoa salvaged. dinner redeemed.

Lesson learned this evening: 


One mustn't cry over burnt quinoa. 


You may however, slump to the floor in a pathetic pout while mourning the believed ruining of your new stainless steal sauce pan (no pans were actually hurt in the making of this dish... much to my relief).  You may also consider for a serious five seconds of throwing the whole thing away in the garbage with a dramatic and indignant flourish.  


Take a deep breath. You go on.


Stir the black beans into the quinoa. Chop the pepper. Juice the lime. Measure the cumin.  Shell out the avocado.  Press the garlic.  Shred the cilantro. There, you see? Dinner was not only salvaged. It was delicious.


Thank you dearly, to my new found blog Eating for England, and this delightful recipe. 

Ingredients (adapted): 


1 cup dried (pre-washed) quinoa
1 3/4 cup water 
1 TBSP olive oil 
1 can black beans 
1 clove garlic 
1 orange bell pepper 
2 avocados
generous handful of cilantro 
1/2 tsp Cumin (mixed with the juice of one lime, and 1 TBSP olive oil) 


salt & cayenne pepper to taste 

entertain us.

Midnight in Paris.  Such a glorious film.  One I could watch continuously, if only for the enchanting music and the beautiful cinematography.  White wine on the rocks, my interview behind me, and my cold slowly but promisingly packing up and moving out. An enjoyable evening to be sure.  

This little illness has made me so grateful for my normal stamina.  I am longing to go out.  To go on a walk without feeling like I'll collapse.  My new Wii fit is taunting me from the corner, yoga sounds fantastic. But mostly I'm running out of amusements to peruse on the internet, even Pinterest can't keep up with me... *refresh, refresh*.  Facebook updates are no longer alluring.  And I can only skim so far back into the blogs that I follow.  I can somewhat relate with the melodramatic words of Nirvana "i feel stupid and contagious, here we are now entertain us."

interview at high noon.

Tomorrow I have an interview for a very potential job. I'm trying not to become too emotionally invested in the option, but reality is, besides this I really have no more leads than craigslist can offer me  I also may or may not have bought a new pair of wool pants for the occasion.  Now if only my viral infested body would cooperate... nerves are bad enough without a runny nose and a phlegmy cough.

Tonight we (meaning my husband... who wouldn't let me near food preparation) made a yummy kale soup.  A combination of veggies, vitamin C, and tea is my defensive strategy. That and Sudafed.  

Louboutin.

8 years a little late, but I'm finally concluding the second part of the sixth season of Sex and the City.  I know how the story ends, and I've indulged in the movies multiple times, but I can't help but feel a bit sad, as if I'm saying goodbye to old and dear, comfortable friends.  And it leaves me hoping, even longing for friends as close (albeit dependent) as the foursome in this chic and witty series.  Girlfriends to count on, to tell the most grotesque and graphic of secrets.  Friends who know what you need before you do. Perhaps this is unrealistic and I should set my sights on something more in-tune with reality than an acclaimed HBO comedy.  But I think what it reminds me of is the fact that we all want to be known.  

Or perhaps what makes it all the more alluring is the Chanel. The Dior.  The Louboutin's. The rationalizing of $500 shoes. 

Such a pretty pony.

University of San Diego

A holga experiment. 

To a happy new year.

A lovely trek to San Diego has ended in sniffles and a scratchy throat.  However, this tiny setback has not ruined the relaxing and cookie filled week that was our vacation.  We waded our way through the crowds of disneyland, endured the horrors of Snow White's scary adventures.  We explored the spanish-inspired campus of University of San Diego, after a successful stop at Fashion Valley.  We drank our way through two wine tastings in Temecula, enjoying time with new and soon-to-be family members, and purchasing cold-weather accessories.  However, perhaps the best part of our San Diego week was the chance to feel more like a Waidelich, a love for cookies and all.