Sorry I have been totally blog MIA. These past two weeks my life has undergone so many things I have been remiss at blogging. Yes, that’s right…remiss. I know, I need to have a little more self discipline. I’m working on it…
It’s still as hot as Haiti here in Southern California. However, I did get up very early on Saturday morning and go for a FIVE MILE RUN. This is two miles farther than I have ever run before. It was very slow, don’t get me wrong, and I did have to stop for walk breaks (per Jeff Galloway’s instructions, not just because of my absolute need to) but still! I did it! Working my way up. RC promised me when I get to 7 miles he will make me his famous cheeseburger. I requested that he not make it for me before I get to 7 miles because I figured thats how many miles I will need to run to burn it off. It looks so good that I almost want to run 7 miles right now so I can have it for dinner.
In HAIR NEWS, Friday evening I was helping a friend to celebrate her birthday. By helping her I mean, drinking martini’s in her honor, of course. However, sometimes friends, laziness just wins. Which led me to a hair salon after work on Friday to get my hair blown out
so I didn’t have to go home and do it myself. However, not only did I get my hair blown out, but I left the salon looking like this:
Direct quote from my sister: “Ew you look like a creepy doll in that picture. But I like your bangs.” Thanks sis, love you too!!
On Sunday at 3:30 a.m., we had ANOTHER earthquake, which is good because I like to save my rock and rollin for the weekends. (I know that joke was SO lame, but one time, when I was taking my driver’s test, the State Trooper in the car with me told me “Easy on the breaks. I wanna go for a smooth ride. I like to save my rock and rollin’ for the weekends.” I thought it was hilarious -probably because I was 16. Since that time
eleven years ago I have always wanted to use it in a sentence. And that time is now. You’re welcome for the backstory.)
Anyway, it was not good it was SCARY and it woke me up. Have you ever felt like someone shook you really hard and woke you out of a deep sleep but when you woke up you were like “hey!! Who the heck shoved me?!! There is nobody here!” Well..if you have…it was probably an earthquake just messing with you.
Also on Sunday I decided that it was time to cook for RC, since he always cooks for me. This took a LOT of preparation on my part, but the final product was this:
Yeah that’s right ladies and gents, I cooked that. All. By. Myself.
Except for the grilling of the chicken and the corn which RC did for me because I am not skilled at grilling and did not want to ruin my masterpiece.
What are you looking at, you may ask? Well…ask and you shall receive.
The chicken is marinated in soy sauce, ginger, garlic, orange juice, and red onions. It marinated for approximately 22 hours. Yeah…that’s right.
There is also mango salsa there: mango, cucumbers, red bell peppers, and red onions, with rice wine vinegar, chili powder, lime juice, and salt and pepper. How colorful and scrumptious!
There is also beans. I didn’t do anything special to them.
Underneath that pile, which you can’t see, is coconut cilantro rice. This was probably my favorite, because I like all things flavored with coconut. I made it by cooking the rice in half water and half coconut milk. YUM.
The corn is by far my favorite item on this plate and inspired by the corn at the famous Cafe Habana. I love this place. The ambiance is amazing, the mojitos are to die for, but most importantly, the grilled corn should not be missed. Ever. We drive here a lot so that I can get the corn SPECIFICALLY. My corn needs a little additional improvements to measure up to Cafe Habana corn, but I’m getting there!!
That’s all I have to say today. I will be going running again tomorrow and will provide updates since this blog is supposedly mostly about running. Cheers to a short week!