Wednesday, September 14, 2005

tonight's joys. Simple pleasures are good things. Like eating, singing, and being. Right now, though somehow my work has not managed to email itself home to me (Where are you, work? I need to finish you! What's holding you up?), I'm feeling full and melodic. Here are my dopey joys for the night: The salad I made for Kristy and I tonight was AMAZING. Of course, if I tell you what's in it, you'll just shake your head at my Whole Foods addiction. Okay, okay, I'll tell: organic herbed salad greens (arugula, radicchio, endive, cilantro, basil); slices of perfectly ripe Hass avocado; chantrelle, trumpet, and forest somethingorother mushrooms; orange cherry tomatoes (they have some trendy name, too); crumbled parmesan; walnuts; scallions; and pepper-lime grilled sirloin. The dressing I shook up was this lime-red wine vinegar-olive oil-mustard concoction...also very good. It was brain food for Kristy's exam tomorrow and was SUPPOSED to be brain food for my work that is stuck out there in the Internet somewhere. Why did I not check to see if it arrived before I left work? I always do. I think my brain slipped a cog. Anyhow (sigh), we ate it with lemon water and I followed it up with a sugar-free fudgesicle. Am I well behaved or what? I am singing harmony at present with a live version of Jason Mraz singing 'You and I Both', which is one of my all-time favourite songs. And it's an alto harmony, which is always so rich and fun -- I love hitting these notes. There is a ton of smoke in the air from a bog fire on the other side of the city, so my asthma is rasping up my vocal chords in response. This kills my capacity for the descant, but the lower tones come out with much more richness and maturity. And I don't sound like Minnie Mouse on 'ludes anymore, either. I just got these little sample-y things off of eBay for Estee Lauder Idealist -- the Micro-D Thermal Refinisher, and the daily serum. I just went and tried them out and WHOA....smooth face. When I say smooth, I mean that baby butts would feel sandpapery next to my face at present. I didn't expect it to work THAT quickly. Where is that freaking work email? I love my green pajama pants from Old Navy. I know Old Navy gets maligned for being Gap on the down-low and that everyone and their cat dresses the same now as a result of the triune force of Old Navy-Gap-Banana Republic (I prefer the latter). But these pants are soft, stretchy, and the most Kermit shade of green ever. I don't wear Kermit green most of the time, but when you are sitting crosslegged on your bed, there are few things better than looking down at leaf-coloured legs beneath your perched copy of Harpers. The Pacifica Thai Lemongrass candle. The OCD girl in me just felt some love for my Lysol Disinfecting Wipes. I love just....wiping things. Phones, doorknobs, counters, clock radios, windowsills...ahhhhh! Damn that email. Looks like I am going in at 6 tomorrow! Oh well -- I'm still full and smiling and blessed. Hope everyone has something to be pleased about this evening. If you get the chance, share some joys in the comments. Or suggest some that might buoy others! 9:18:41 PM    build me up, buttercup... [] 24 Carrot! I love Whole Foods. I never knew that there were so many varieties of so many things that are good for me. Donuts? Yeah, you know that Dunkin' or Krispy Kreme has more than enough varieties to keep you going. Ice Cream? Well, you have 31 flavours -- at least. But I don't think I fathomed the true scope of tomato opportunities available, or considered all the different things you could infuse in oil or vinegar. Even eggs -- things that come out of a chicken's butt, remember -- come in so many different sizes and colours that you'd think henhouses were being run by the Gap. It's hard to keep my purchases to a minimum when I go there. I have to keep reminding myself that I don't need to pay $100 for the various all-natural butters that people make for every kind of nut from cashew (bless you!) to Jerry Lewis. And I certainly don't need a giant bottle of H20 culled from the bathwater of brahmans. But the packages are so pretty! I'm going to start a store called Half Foods for all those people who always ask for 'just half!' of something, or try and share meals with others in restaurants. You know the ones. They just want 'a taste', or they swear they're not that hungry. Right. I have one friend who always shares a meal with someone (she browbeats them into it, both the sharing and the dish), then proceeds to pick at everyone else's plates. Let's do the math: Half your meal 1/8 of mine 1/8 of someone else's 1/8 of someone else's 1/8 of someone else's 1/8 of someone else's. Ahem. So, to call these people on their bluff, Half Foods. Smaller portions. Big Markup. There would also be a community center where you could take meals you couldn't finish, or cakes you knew you shouldn't finish. After all -- what they might not be able to pound back of that ratatouille could be yours! Anyhow -- I love Whole Foods. Where else on earth can you put four leaves in a bag in the produce department and pay eight bucks?   7:05:28 AM    build me up, buttercup... []

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