I always have intentions to update my blog regularly, but get side tracked. It's a new year, it is February, but better late than never.
New year is about letting go of the old and bad, embracing the new. Come to think of it, everyday is a new day. Random thoughts because I am sleep again. Nyquil is not helping tonight.
I went to the Portland International Auto Show. The conclusion? The more expensive the car, the less people can ride in it. They look so good, how can the average American get into it? So small and compact.
I love to cook as much as I love to eat. I wish that there was one thing that I don't enjoy, but there isn't. I just love food. Which is a constant battle with my waistline. Someday the two will agree, but for now they will just have to remain frenemies.
I tried a new recipe for chicken strips and it worked out great. I used the gogi batter, poured it straight onto the chicken dry and mixed it together. Then just tossed it into panko breadcrumbs. It was so good. I love it when it works out. It was so simple, no mess and done it about 30 min. Plus the chicken was tender and juicy.
I even made chicken parmesan. The cheaters way, if course. I used the recipe from bestfoods. Chicken was moist, tender, juicy, flavorful. Of course, I loved it, I'm not sure if my family will.
I haven't written anything about our First Sundays lately. Mainly, everytime we go to restaurants, the first thing I see people do is whip out the iPhone or smartphone and start snapping away. I'm thinking, just eat already! Meanwhile, I'm doing the same thing.
We went to Salty's for Sunday brunch. I did expect more for $40, but the food was great. I kinda expected more raw bar, clams, oysters, but they did have crawfish, smoked salmon, oysters on half shell, shrimps. The good stuff. Unfortunately, the desserts were kinda, eh. Maybe because I'm not a dessert lover, but it wasn't great. The best thing I ate was the batter fried shrimp, cause really and deep fried is good.
Ahhh, now I know why I need to take pictures! It just not the same to talk about it with no visuals. That is my excuse to capture my foods.
I love jewelry. I don't wear them as much, but I love all the sparkly. Lucky for me I have a friend who is a jeweler and I can get my fix by hosting jewelery parties for her. Especially thus one called Botanicals. The aged metal look, not to big, plus handmade in Texas. Anything to support made in the USA. Thank you, Maureen
Life has moved on, time has blurred the memories, dull the pain a bit, but the emptiness is always there. That piece that will always remain weak and fragile. Today was a regular day at work, papers to be sorted, calls to make, kids in school, bills to pay. Life goes on and lives continue on.
I remember the stories though, the "it was his day off and he went in" "she was on her way home" and the most heartbreaking "they can't find the body".
The world has always fought. My family left our country because of war. America was the land of gold and riches, the land where we would be safe. Now, we feel what the world feels. The senseless loss of lives, the brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, friends...gone in mere moments. Moments that will be burned in our memories as we watch in disbelief. I remember seeing that and thinking what movie is that. The frantic phone call to make sure my sister was safe, the waiting for a response. Remembering that I just went there a couple of weeks ago and decided not to go up the WTC building because "one tall building, is the same as the other". I went shopping at Century 21 instead.
I remember going back and just seeing an empty space with chain linked fences all around. Pictures of the devastation and missing person posters all vying for space along fence. People silently walking by. In a city were the constant sirens, constant noise is boundless, I remember it being silent. I looked at the people staring at the space and wonder, "do they feel the loss?". I did, but loss of my sense of security, of my faith that America can be hurt.
But...time goes on, life goes on, lives continue on. We survive. Now, I understand the fear my parents felt, the insecurities, the unease and like them, I will grow stronger and live my life. To remember and to live, to love, to cherish what I have.