Not just flowers, but a vase to put them in, too.
Valentine’s Dinner and Continued Surprises
How I Got the Grocery Store to Pay Me for Shopping
Pizza Night Every Night
Winter Wonderland
As we sat inside The Shore Restaurant, chatting with Tina about how she planted walnut trees in Greece and harvested the nuts for Greek baklava with homemade phyllo, we watched the outside turn white. People walked in shaking flakes from their hair. Traffic slowed. My car disappeared under a blanket of snow.
After a slow, sloshy drive home, this is how the lone rose was holding up, less than an hour after we left it earlier:
Es ist ein Ros entsprungen, Lo, how a rose e’er blooming,aus einer Wurzel zart, From tender stem hath sprung.
wie uns die Alten sungen, Of Jesse’s lineage coming,
von Jesse war die Art As men of old have sung;
Und hat ein Blümlein bracht It came, a flow’ret bright,
mitten im kalten Winter, Amid the cold of winter,
wohl zu der halben Nacht. When half spent was the night.Das Blümelein, so kleine, O Flower, whose fragrance tender
das duftet uns so süß, With sweetness fills the air,
mit seinem hellen Scheine Dispel with glorious splendor
vertreibt’s die Finsternis. The darkness everywhere;
Wahr Mensch und wahrer Gott, True man, yet very God,
hilft uns aus allem Leide, From Sin and death now save us,
rettet von Sünd und Tod. And share our every load.(16th Century German hymn with Theodore Baker’s 1894 English translation)
Bacon-Wrapped Chicken
This recipe is ridiculously simple, and it works double-time to quell a hunger twice as big as the effort it requires. So, in five easy steps:
1. Flatten a chicken breast.
2. Spread with cream cheese, top with onions. (The original recipe called for sweet onions. I had red, so that’s what I used, and topped it off with some fresh cilantro.)
3. Meanwhile, fry bacon but remove from heat before it starts to crisp.
4. Roll up chicken and wrap bacon around it, securing with toothpicks.
* Extra step: I thinly sliced a small potato, sprinkling with olive oil, salt, pepper and the remaining onions. If you slice it too thick, they won’t bake as fast as the chicken.
5. Bake at 350 for 35 minutes. My oven runs hot, so for me it was more like 325 degrees for 25 minutes.
Here’s what it looks like headed into the oven — pretty fancy already:
And the finished dish, with some sour cream and fresh parsley added to the potatoes:
Stuck at Home Sick
It started with rawness in the throat, which progressed into a stuffy nose and a congestion headache. Now, I feel the way it looks outside — just yucky. Rainy, dreary days are always the best ones to be sick, because you’re stuck inside anyway and at least you’re not missing anything outside.
As someone who’s been stricken with migraines for the last half of my life, I’ve probably ingested more ibuprofen than some pharmacies sell in a week. But now I’m trying to avoid chemicals whenever I can and feed my body naturally instead.
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Curled up with Nacho on the couch during Sick Day |
So my first line of defense was Tazo green ginger tea, which combines the tummy-soothing powers of ginger with the all-around goodness of green tea into one warm, comforting mug. Then, it was the cold-fighting combo of vitamin C and zinc.
For headache, surprisingly, I turn to Bath & Body Works. Their Aromatherapy Pulse Point Headache Relief with peppermint oil works wonders. As it tells you on the tube, “Ancient Romans crowned themselves with wreaths of peppermint to awaken the mind and alleviate headaches.” It’s blended with cedarwood and spike lavender to help “calm the nerves and ease tension” with every inhale. Their headache mask, a disposable patch you stick on your forehead, also works great, but I tore through that package long ago and Bath & Body has since stopped making their Headache Relief products. This Daily Migraine blog covers the products and offers some more current alternatives.
Then, of course: chicken noodle soup and ice chips (found out the dog enjoys the latter)(found out even later that feeding dogs ice cubes can actually ‘freeze’ their digestive systems). Laying on the couch with mom’s old heating pad plugged in and wrapped around my shoulders. Drinking lots of water and tea and Naked Green Machine, which I just recently discovered. Looks gross, tastes good.
What are your natural cure-alls for a sick day?
Night on the Town: Pickwick and Frolic
The Power of a Plant
Interesting to stumble upon this plant (on the clearance rack, no less) while I’m reading a chapter in “The Source Field Investigations” by David Wilcock about the pinecone-shaped pineal glad in the center of your brain — or your third eye — and how this symbol pops up in sacred art around the world.
The pineal gland is considered by many to be the “point of contact for telepathic information exchange,” as Wilcock puts it. It is, basically, your soul — the door you open to access God and see into the spiritual realm.
This plant’s pink projection looks just like a pinecone to me. So if all this ancient symbolism holds any truth, this must be a pretty soulful plant, this Bromeliad. My boyfriend suggested I name it Lady, and that seems appropriate.
In the first chapter of this book, Wilcock investigates the research of Cleve Backster, who studied the powers of hypnosis and ended up with the CIA helping to pioneer the use of the polygraph. His secretary bought him the first plants he had ever owned. After working through the night, he had a crazy sleep-deprived idea: Hook the plants up to the polygraph.
With just a thought about harming the plant by burning its leaves, Backster noticed the plant’s waves jolt sharply, like it was “screaming.” But here’s the part that will really blow your mind: Once you start caring for a plant, it will start to react to you even when you’re not around. When you miss a turn on the highway or experience some other anxiety, and even when you make the spontaneous decision to return home, your plants react.
So now that this Pink Lady and I have gotten to know each other a little bit, I would be very interested to know what she thinks as I read the rest of this intriguing book…