The warm rich aroma wafts through my nose as the Spanakopita cools, prompting me to pour myself a glass of red wine and sip on some anticipation. I am exploring the world Sunday nights in an attempt to bring home, home. Sunday dinner's at mom's... cooking together, sharing a meal and family-somewhat-togetherness, is something I have been missing. It started last weekend in Thailand... a green curry coconut dish with chicken, sweet potato, kaffir and jasmine rice...recipe compliments of the French artist I know who cracked Gabriel's secret code. Tonight, is Greece.... with the Spanakopita and Horiatiki Salata...aka Greek Salad. I didn't have time for Baklava. And I aspire to make it to every country. One big global culinary experiment. I love ethnic food, I really love cooking and I really really want you to come over for dinner because I have way too much Greek food over here...OPA!!!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Last night I thought I was dying. I came home with dried tears plastered to my sweaty face. Our derby coach, whom we love to hate, is making us beg for mercy and it was the first night I began to clue in as to how much more work I have to do on this nearly-thirty bod to get up the speed, endurance & strength I need to be a full force to be reckoned with.
I lay panting on the dead straw grass by the track, my heart clawing herself out of my ribcage. My muscles collapsed after twenty laps of hell and sharp corners. Before all of the drills and drops and slides and collisions. I smashed into my teammate full force when she suddenly stepped into my path. It was either her or the bordering pile of gravel. There wasn't much time to think about which one would be worse, in the end I took her out. Or should I say she took me out. Either way, it felt like I hit a brick wall at 100 miles per hour. To top it all off, coach made us run around the entire loop in our socks, hard cement vibrating our knee joints. I have not pushed my body to that extreme in a long time nor swore to myself such obscenities. But I lived to whine about it today and am in much less pain than had been expected.
We have scored a sweet deal at the gym for September and I've decided to give it another go. I don't mind gyms (when I can actually get my ass to commit) however I do mind crowded gyms and this one tends to be busy. Who wants to wait for equipment, especially in good weather.
I'm putting together a playlist to work out to. I've decided Google, you've let me down. I'm done googling you for good workout music. I mean, some of the discusting vomit you spew up... I refuse to workout to the Jonas Brothers! Or Justin Bieber. It's based on personal preference yes, but holy mother of Jebus is there anyone out there that has even a tiny similarity? Please lord.
I'm kind of in a hip-hop, rap, electro dance mood these days because it pumps me up and that's about all I need right now. I like the beats... Love it or hate it...it's a work in progress and, for a small fee, is available for your listening pleasure on the sidebar.
Beautiful - Eminem
Not Afraid - Eminem
Love Lockdown - Kanye West
Sexy Chick - David Guetta ft. Akon
Dynamite - Taio Cruz
Everybody - Rudenko (radio edit)
Dirty Picture - Taio Cruz ft. Ke$ha
Stronger - Kanye West
Break Your Heart - Taio Cruz ft. Ludacris
Memories - David Guetta w/ Kid Cudi
Winner - Jamie Foxx
Body Bounce - Akon w/ Kardinal Offishall
Whatta Night - Ricky J
Pursuit of Happiness - Kid Cudi w/ MGMT
Run This Town - Jay Z & Rhianna
Yes - LMFAO
My Chick Bad - Ludacris
Electric Feel - MGMT
Give It To Me - Madonna
Love The Way You Lie - Eminem
What songs pump you up?