Monthly Archives: August 2011

Thank you

Thank you guys so much for your wonderful support during this sad time.  My family and I are holding together and really just staying busy with funeral arrangements.  At first, it seemed like we were planning for something unreal but as the day gets closer to Friday (viewing) and Saturday (funeral), the less I can seem to handle without sobbing.

I don’t mean to make this a downer but I just wanted to be exactly who I am and how I am at this moment – vulnerable and tired – and let you know that I think it’s okay to be that way.  Sometimes being strong all the time is not the best thing.

Luckily, my mom’s whole family flew in from everywhere and she has a huge network of support at her house, which gives me a chance to wrap up other arrangements and write the eulogy that I have been putting off since I realized I had to do it.

I just wanted to thank you all for being so supportive and the kind words.  It really does help and I read it for comfort.


Filed under Life

10 hours ago…

About 10 hours ago, I got word that my dad passed away. Who knew 12 hours ago that my life would change from house decorating to planning a funeral.

Please keep our family in your thoughts/prayers.


Filed under Uncategorized

And then, I Ate.

I have been in a foodie funk lately.  Be it the pregnancy or the insane work hours, but eating has been the last thing on my mind.  And, then, NY happened.  I vacationed in NY for the past week.  And by vacationed, I mean I was there for my cousin’s wedding and was busier than when I am at home.  That didn’t stop me from eating though.  I deemed that there are no triglycerides in NY!  Binks and I did everything we could to find little pockets of time to just be alone in the city, away from demanding family.  (After the wedding was done, of course).

I try to avoid touristy things when I travel.  I hate tours.  Nay.  I despite tours.  My favorite way to travel is to walk around and look around.  I have not been disappointed to date.

However, when traveling, I tend to be very tourist-y when it comes to food.  With my new-found addiction to Yelp, I was in a rampage in NYC.  Except, that ATT service rendered my iPhone a POS in the city.  Nonetheless, on the way to find a pizza place, we stumbled upon Carmine’s.  Who knew it was a thing?

We went in for lunch.  Binks and I usually share when we go out but at Carmine’s, sharing is required.  All meals are served family style.  The portions are large and the food is quite simply – pretty fantastic.

They started us out with the bread basket.  There were wonderful saucy, cheesy pieces of bread that Binks and I quickly devoured around.

I apologize that all you can see are remnants of the sauce.  It was THAT good.

We ordered the rigatoni with sausage and broccoli.  Hey, I had to get in my veggies somewhere!

It was wonderful and saucy.  The pasta – perfectly al dente.  The sauce – perfectly FRESH!!  You definitely don’t taste tomato paste.  And, yes, I have been to places and tasted the tomato paste.  Haven’t you?

So, Binks and I usually would have stopped our meal here.  But, a couple of things happened.  First, the waiter messed up our order.  We asked for red sauce, but they brought it out in white.  So, no biggie.  Second, the waiter spilled water next to me.  Mind you, an apology would have been just fine, but these wonderful people not only apologized but also gave us free dessert!

Binks chose the tiramisu.  I agreed.

I thought they would bring out a slice of tiramisu.  I thought, I should save room for second dessert later (more on this to come soon!).  I thought wrong.

When I saw the waiter walk to us with this, I accidentally let out some expletives.  It was THAT big.  I mean a whole pie plate of tiramisu!!  For two of us.  Binks and I finished 1/8th of it and was really sad we couldn’t take it home as we were going to be walking around for a bit.

Verdict: The best tiramisu I’ve had in a long time.

Everything meshed together perfectly, the mascarpone with the coffee soaked cake and bites of chocolate shavings.  I was in Italian heaven.

Thinking back I should have eaten more of it.  Thinking at that time, my pregnancy stretch pants would have busted.

Have you been to Carmine’s in NY?  What’s your opinion?  Do you dig tours?


Filed under Italian

I’m Back!

It seems that ever since the pancake crisis, that I have been MIA.  I have.  Work has been dreadfully busy!  With 8 depositions under my belt in the past 2 weeks and 5 more to go for the next two weeks, I’ve been a bit pre-occupied.

I finally found some room to breathe this weekend.  Although yesterday seemed like another repeat of last.  I attempted to attempt a new recipe on a Saturday morning – for none other than pancakes.  And I need to do a bit more research on cooking with coconut flour because this was a solid disaster.  Curse words were spoken and Binks went into hiding.  By now the time was 11:45 a.m., (you don’t even want to know when I started this pancake experiment) and I even knew to call in the towel.  We went to Chipotle for lunch.  (Side note:  Chipotle really does offer a variety of diet-eating-style friendly foods – go Chipotle!)

I spent all of yesterday at consignment shops.  Got pretty good deals, got mildly ripped off with a fake (but still cute) faux-Chanel sunglasses, and found the mirror my fireplace mantle was looking for.  I fully intend on letting you in with a home improvement post coming soon.  Shopping wore me out!

Now, when Sunday morning came, we knew we couldn’t go out to eat again.  So, I tried pancakes for the third time.  And, alas – the heavens opened and I’m sure some birds came down and sang.  Because for all the discouragement during the previous times and the mindless, useless yelling at Binks, we finally have SUCCESS!!

Success to call my own, in fact.

Whole wheat, low sugar pancakes.  Heck yeah!

Holy moly were these good.  I was borderline on the throwing-a-fit side as they were browner than I prefer, but with a tastes-great recipe and a pancake that looks like a pancake instead of mush or scrambled pancakes, I was more relieved than anything.

Served with a slice of pineapple.  I went fruit shopping yesterday at Tom Thumb.  Usually I am opposed to buying pre-cut fruit because I think I could do it myself and I refuse to pay for labor.  But, with pineapples (for me) it’s different.  Binks usually cuts them and it’s so difficult and we hack at it so much that we have less than 1/3 of the fruit left.  For just a little more, I saved myself some time and some sanity and maybe some fingers and bought pre-cut slices.  And it was organic – all for $3.99 – go Tom Thumb (or Randalls – depending on where you live)!

Meet one of my new favorite foodie finds.  I always see this when I go to Ikea but I finally bought it when I realized the amount of sugar in this jam is significantly lower than almost all other preserves and jams I have seen.  And, one teaspoon goes a long way for the pancakes!

Sometimes, you are hit with a lot of failures when you try, but eventually you’ll get it and it will be great.  And, by then you’ll appreciate it that much more.  That’s as deep as I can get over pancakes.  🙂

Whole Wheat, Low Sugar Pancakes


  • 1 cup whole wheat flour
  • 2 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1 tbsp agave nectar
  • 2 tbsp coconut oil
  • 1 cup almond milk
  • 3 tbsp yogurt
  • 2 flax, chia, or egg eggs
  1. Mix vanilla, agave nectar, coconut oil, yogurt, almond milk and chia egg.
  2. Add in flour, baking powder and salt.
  3. Mix to combine.
  4. The mixture might be a bit thicker than your usual pancake batter.  If you want, you can add more almond milk, 1 tbsp at a time.
  5. Cook over medium heat on non-stick pan.
How have you been?  What’s something you’re working on fixing these days?  Ever learn important lessons from cooking?  Or something random?  Do you buy Ikea food?  Do you buy pre-cut fruit?


Filed under Health, Uncategorized, Vegetarian

Stay Away From Me.

Hello there.

I hope you all are having a great Tuesday and keeping cool in this heat.  In Dallas (or Texas altogether – and in some parts of OK), this is a hard hard battle.

Just a little background on how I’ve been – in case you’re curious.

I have turned into a monster.  Absolutely a monster.

Example 1.  Breakfast with Binks.

I messed up banana pancakes.  Note to future self and you (if you mess up pancakes, which you probably do not):  if you have too much banana mush in the pancake batter, it’s a no go.  

Me:  Ugh.  I can’t get anything right.  (At the top of my lungs.)

Binks:  It’s okay, we can order in breakfast.

Me:  I don’t want to order in breakfast.  I can’t cook ANYTHING.  (While nibbling at seemingly edible parts of pancake, which are really just not.)

Binks:  You are a great cook.  Let’s just go get breakfast.  We can get donuts if you want.  This conversation was pre-this.

Me:  (Just straight bat-sh#t screaming)  I don’t want any f#cking donuts!!  I want my mother f#cking banana pancakes.  I want to be able to cook some normal banana pancakes.

Binks looks on in horror.  After 30 minutes, I stop yelling and we get donuts.  Glazed because my failed attempts at banana pancakes make me undeserving of anything else.

Example 2.  The Towel Rack

Binks:  (While in the shower.)  Can you get me a towel.

Me:  (Walking over to the single towel rack in the bathroom.)  Sure.  (Upon noticing the towel rack.)  Why are there THREE towels on this towel rack?

Binks:  What?

Me:  There are THREE towels on this towel rack.

Binks:  So they can dry.

Me:  So, you think towels dry when they are sandwiched on top of each other?  Is that how towels dry?  Do you understand that any more than TWO towels on this rack will cause the whole thing to come out of the wall?

Binks:  No it wont.

Me:  It won’t?  Oh yeah?  Well look at this!  (Me, attempting to jam all three towels back into the towel rod, which don’t fit and just fall on the floor.)  F#CK!!!!

Binks:  (Smirks a bit.)

Me:  Oh you think this is funny?  You want to do major construction on the house during this time?!

Binks:  It’s not major construction.  If it breaks, I will fix it.

Me:  I don’t want you to fix it.  I don’t want it to be broken at all!  (Yelling from me.  I walk out, slam the door – towels laying on the bathroom floor.)

Binks:  (Looks on in horror from the shower.)

Example 3.  Listen Lady, Don’t Pet My Dog

This week, due to the intense heat, we are taking our dog to a day care so he can play inside instead of suffering outside.  I arrive at the day care center to fill out paperwork and this lady keeps calling Wally over to pet him.  Well, as she is doing this, he keeps going and jerking my hand as I fill out paperwork and have his medical records and my purse in the other. God must have been with her because I didn’t yell at her – although I wanted to.  Rather, I said (in not so much of an inside voice), “Wally SIT DOWN.”  The lady never called him again.

I am convinced that the pregnancy hormones are just further irritated by this heat.

Or I need an exorcism.


Filed under Life, Pregnancy