I am actually posting about what most people around here think about when I say the world "salsa."
Yup, the food.
Looks like it's not just dancing - both types tire me out. Fresh salsa takes much longer to make than I imagined! I was up past midnight squeezing limes and chopping. I finally rolled into bed, exhausted (working out followed by lime squeezing = ururhghghgh). I will never take fresh salsa for granted ever again! Ever.
Hmm, I wonder if there's fresh salsa at the farmers' market.
My exhausted night was quite worth it though. My lunch was delicious! It was blackened salmon and quinoa on a bed of spinach
topped with the very happy-coloured and precious mango salsa:
Now I am going to bed early for a change. With Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Or at least his 700 page biography anyway (yay, I'm 40% done!). Okay one more thought. Brothels were apparently the happening spots back in the day. Gabriel Garcia Marquez and his buddies hung out at brothels. Heck, he even lived in one. Even the characters in his books hang out in brothels. All the quick-witted men in Game of Thrones hang out in brothels. I guess it's called the oldest profession for a reason. I'm starting to think that in a time and place where women can't really do much or own much, brothels become more exciting compared with being trapped at home.
That is, until your looks or an unfortunate accident prevent you from working at the brothel anymore :(
I'll take 2012, a paycheck and indoor plumbing any time.
(Although if I imagine myself living in those times, I'm not sure if I would have been happy with not being able to earn a living or own anything or do anything. Unless I had a really cool progressive husband, I might have very well ended up in a happening brothel).
The history of the brothel - it would make for fascinating research.
Mind Farts
-I AM AN ANTIPASTO FIEND!! and fresh mango salsa fiend. i think i have developed a love of chopped veggies and sweet tangyness wallowing in their own juices inside a container
-went to the dogpark for the first time since Kobe passed away. it was bittersweet ... we missed him a lot, but it was nice to remember how much fun he used to have there. and dog watching is always a pleasure :)
-super video game nerds. my sister and i cleared the Longest Journey (super old super awesome storyline) and then cleared the sequel Dreamfall (not the newest, but still a super awesome storyline) over the long weekend. we were devastated at the ending. aughghghghgh! how do we get this affected over storylines? it's gotta be genetic
-patio weather is here! sun, salad, lemon slice in my water and any of the following side orders is perfect:
a) good convo
b) my Kobo
c) fellow people-watcher(s)
-a couple of recent convos have definitely cemented my opinion on racist parents. i could never be with someone long term if his parents were racist. it would repulse and disgust me too much. the guy could be wonderful, but i could never handle the unfairness of my parents being sweet open-minded folks to him but me having to be mistreated by backward ignoramuses
Looks like it's not just dancing - both types tire me out. Fresh salsa takes much longer to make than I imagined! I was up past midnight squeezing limes and chopping. I finally rolled into bed, exhausted (working out followed by lime squeezing = ururhghghgh). I will never take fresh salsa for granted ever again! Ever.
Hmm, I wonder if there's fresh salsa at the farmers' market.
My exhausted night was quite worth it though. My lunch was delicious! It was blackened salmon and quinoa on a bed of spinach
Now I am going to bed early for a change. With Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Or at least his 700 page biography anyway (yay, I'm 40% done!). Okay one more thought. Brothels were apparently the happening spots back in the day. Gabriel Garcia Marquez and his buddies hung out at brothels. Heck, he even lived in one. Even the characters in his books hang out in brothels. All the quick-witted men in Game of Thrones hang out in brothels. I guess it's called the oldest profession for a reason. I'm starting to think that in a time and place where women can't really do much or own much, brothels become more exciting compared with being trapped at home.
That is, until your looks or an unfortunate accident prevent you from working at the brothel anymore :(
I'll take 2012, a paycheck and indoor plumbing any time.
(Although if I imagine myself living in those times, I'm not sure if I would have been happy with not being able to earn a living or own anything or do anything. Unless I had a really cool progressive husband, I might have very well ended up in a happening brothel).
The history of the brothel - it would make for fascinating research.
Mind Farts
-I AM AN ANTIPASTO FIEND!! and fresh mango salsa fiend. i think i have developed a love of chopped veggies and sweet tangyness wallowing in their own juices inside a container
-went to the dogpark for the first time since Kobe passed away. it was bittersweet ... we missed him a lot, but it was nice to remember how much fun he used to have there. and dog watching is always a pleasure :)
-super video game nerds. my sister and i cleared the Longest Journey (super old super awesome storyline) and then cleared the sequel Dreamfall (not the newest, but still a super awesome storyline) over the long weekend. we were devastated at the ending. aughghghghgh! how do we get this affected over storylines? it's gotta be genetic
-patio weather is here! sun, salad, lemon slice in my water and any of the following side orders is perfect:
a) good convo
b) my Kobo
c) fellow people-watcher(s)
-a couple of recent convos have definitely cemented my opinion on racist parents. i could never be with someone long term if his parents were racist. it would repulse and disgust me too much. the guy could be wonderful, but i could never handle the unfairness of my parents being sweet open-minded folks to him but me having to be mistreated by backward ignoramuses
No comments:
Post a Comment