Disclosure: Melissa’s Produce provided me with a box of produce as part of the San Diego Food Blogger Challenge but was not compensated for my review. As always, all opinions are mine.
I really thought I’d have more free time this year. Then we got into a pretty major remodel (we’re adding a second story master bedroom and bath, which required half of our existing first floor to get rebuilt/reinforced), my job sucked up a lot of time, and I think I just lost all motivation and energy for anything. Then I changed jobs (or, rather, companies since I’m still doing roughly the same thing) and almost immediately felt happier. Not lying, that one change improved my attitude immensely. But we were still dragging through the remodel, crammed into the front room of our house with 3 dogs and 2 cats.
This weekend, we hit a major milestone with the remodel – the first floor of the house was finished to a point where we could start moving furniture out of the front room and into the rest of the house. In just a single day, we expanded our living space 4-fold and got settled into our new family room (pictures to come, I swear, unless you follow me on Instagram where I’ve been periodically posting photos as we go.) All of a sudden, I just wanted to get into the kitchen and bake. Instead of just going to the kitchen to eat.
This all started because I had a bunch of American Airlines miles/points that were about to expire. I didn’t have enough for a ticket to anywhere, but I had plenty for lots and lots of magazine subscriptions. Which is why I get Entertainment Weekly on a, well, weekly basis. In the last issue I read (which may not actually be the most recent issue since our coffee table has a towering pile of magazines that I flip through here and there) I saw an ad for a free Graze box. Continue reading
I suppose I should thank the Veranda restaurant at Rancho Bernardo Inn for reminding me why I started a blog in the first place and motivating me to create a new post.
I started “blogging” because I, quite egotistically, felt I had a lot to say but didn’t like getting into internet arguments in forums or being told I didn’t know what I was talking about. I figured having a space of my own, without a lot of online traffic, would let me vent my complaints without being bullied and, if someone were searching for similar topics, perhaps they’d find my ramblings helpful. Over the years, it kind of evolved and then food blogging got really popular and PR groups were reaching out to me for reviews and media dinners. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good media dinner and event and am tickled pink to be included among the company of some lovely San Diego food bloggers. I should have a shirt made that says, “Some of my favorite people are food bloggers” – this blog introduced me to them!
But, you know, posts pile up, pictures need editing, you start writing about food you ate over a month ago because you’re behind and then it all starts to feel like work. Sometimes, I just want to eat. If it’s something particularly tasty, maybe I’ll Instagram it. But then I don’t want to write a post because the only picture I have has already been put up on Instagram! It’s a vicious cycle. So, you’ll notice things have been deadly quiet around here. And then my best friend and her husband tried to take us out for dinner for Christmas while some friends were in town. Continue reading
Last year, I decided I needed a Vitamix. Our blender was leaking, the rubber gasket was crumbling and I was in a smoothie-making phase. Costco was doing demos of the Vitamix, with all its fancy pre-set dial settings, so I dragged Travis out to see if the demo guy could convince him this was a well-justified splurge. The demo guy made a smoothie (just tossing in grapes with stems), hot chocolate, and mint chocolate “ice cream”. He must have done something right, because I didn’t even get “a look” as we loaded the box onto our cart.
Don’t ask how I first learned there was a Rita’s on the west coast, in San Diego, no less. I end up finding a lot of random info on the Internet, usually just clicking one link to another. Most of the time, it’s just a random tidbit that sticks in my brain for weeks until it pops back up. So, when T and I were planning a Saturday fun-day (Sunday fun-day sounds better, but this one happened to be on Saturday) that would bring us up to Carlsbad, Rita’s popped back into my head and then I did some Googling to make sure I wasn’t crazy.