A fly of a different fruit

About a month ago, i bought my husband a giant plastic bin that you are supposed to place in the yard and pile in dirt along with old food scraps. People like to call this a composter. I guess the idea being that instead of throwing your vegetable scraps, coffee grinds and egg shells in just the plain old garbage, taking up precious landfill space, you put them instead in this big enclosed hideous plastic structure and they gradually break down making delicious soil for your garden or yard or whatever. I'm not very clear on the details, i leave that to the person who gardens and that person is not me. I made a go at it once and let's just say that my planting style, ie. "just toss the seeds out the window and on to the soil, they should make their way in to the dirt eventually, same thing as planting just less, well, dirt on my hands." Not too fruitful but i gave an effort.
To go along with this large plastic rotting food bin, you have to buy a separate mini rotting food bin to keep in the kitchen to keep the food bits before you transfer it to the larger bin. Ok fine, might as well add it to the cart...as long as this stuff doesn't smell up my kitchen i will be fine with it. Oh nice, inserts that prevent the smell. But, alas, there is something worse than the smell of rotting vegetable peelings in your kitchen....FRUIT FLIES!!! Where is the anti-fruit fly insert?
These nasty red eyed, pin prick sized bugs have become the bane of my existence as of late. I poured a glass of wine the other day, left it sitting on the counter, went in the other room, came back and there were those big eyes floating lifelessly in my glass. Fruit fly infused wine is not my idea of delicious. It's like all of a sudden a banana goes slightly south of ripe and TA DA..a whole family of flies has taken up residence in my kitchen. Of course it doesn't take long for one fly to turn in to many. Inner family breeding seems to be accepted among this clan. Why, also are there only fruit flies, no vegetable flies or ho ho flies?? Clearly this is a health conscious bunch. Healthy or not, they are not invited for left-overs in my kitchen. I really want to do right by the environment, i recycle my cans, cardboard and plastic. It should just be natural to recycle food. Well, i am finding it to be a major annoyance when every time i go to open up the bin, a cloud of buggyness arises from the rotting contents inside..mmmm tasty. So until i figure out a method of preventing these flies from multiplying and dining on my scraps, my rotting food bucket will stay outside. This totally defeats the whole convenience of it all, but this is the best alternative i can think of.

Own your meat

Mission: To eat meatless until the first of July. Forecast for the mission: Partly cloudy with a chance of meatballs or partly sunny with a chance of soy faux meatless balls. Wait, hold on! Abort, abort!!! Sizzling, juicy, meaty sausages with fried onions ahead! Alcohol has entered in to the equation...clouded judgment and irresistible smells attacking from all directions! We're going down, helllllllllppp!

So, what was that...four days? I'm sorry, i couldn't help myself. As much as i like vegetables, i need them served with a side of animal flesh. Surprisingly though, i don't feel guilty. I actually feel back to being balanced and isn't that what your life is supposed to be? Everything in moderation. Really, i blame the twins game.... chicken, beef and pork galore. You don't see people sitting around munching on carrot sticks and having green juice while watching sweaty guys in striped uniforms swing their big bats at tiny balls. Exactly, you see people drinking beer and eating processed meat products stuffed in a tube on a bun. Sorry, but my tube full of meat with sauerkraut on top tasted pretty spectacular. Say what you will..i have no willpower, easily influenced blah blah blah. Honestly i don't really care because this is my life and i prefer to have a good time with no restrictions.
Is there a lesson learned here? Yes, don't deny me my food pleasures unless you want to see a side of me that comes out full force when my options are limited. This is America after all. As Oprah would say "Own your life, own your choices." So that is what i choose to do...wait, was that Oprah, well if it wasn't..let me know.

A clouded experiment

The other night the husband and I went out to celebrate our two year anniversary...yes, i have been legally committed to the same person for two years, you can now pick your jaws up off the floor.
Anyway, we got a babysitter that cost too much money so we could go have a few drinks and then be sandwiched in between sweaty people to listen to a band that while good, made my ears feel like they had been invaded by tiny people obsessively ringing bells over and over...and over. I have now entered adult hood. I am annoyed by loud music, strangers inadvertently touching me and invading my space and while i am supposed to be having fun i find myself wanting to be under my comforter getting cozy with my bed. Oh and for the better part of the night i was psychotically worried that the Jude baby was suffocating in his crib while the babysitter sat texting on her phone. Just for the record, our babysitter is very responsible and i was texting her, so maybe i'm contributing to the problem. Hooray for going out! Ok so i don't sound like a total downer, the husband and I had nice conversation over our beers but i think that i may have been a bit tipsy because we made a pact, or challenge or something to that effect. We decided that we are giving up meat for the remainder of June. Alcohol is a dangerous, dangerous drug people! Do not commit to any important life altering decisions while using. I love meat...i don't know what i was thinking!! I guess it's for only two weeks and it's not like we ate tons before so, hopefully i won't go too crazy. Although something happens in my brain the minute i tell myself i can't have something. I immediately want to rebel. I start thinking "what, no meat...forget that...i can eat whatever i want whenever i want. Now, who wants some double cheeseburgers?"
I do think Americans consume an overabundance of meat and most of it produced without regard to health or fairness to the animal. That being said, i am excited to take on this challenge, despite it's short length. Who knows, maybe it will be the beginning to something amazing!

Rhino Pants

This is what 7 and a half months looks like....

A review

Is it bad that for entertainment on a Friday night, i read my own old blog posts and then proceed to laugh out loud while reading them??
A long time has gone by since i have posted....i will be better...i promise.
Jude is now 6 months...wow..but hooray, summer is almost here!

He's a .....HEARTBREAKER!

Even his foot is cute...come on now...admit it. I can see why he wants to put his foot in his mouth..i will try my hardest not to put it in my mouth. Those toes are just too irresistible though.

Well rounded

I love drinking wine... in a restauran wt....hile eating delicious food with delicious company.
This is exactly what i did tonight.
The taste of red wine when it is that perfect temperature, warming your mouth slightly, and it just slides right down, leaving behind a perfect spiciness and voluptuousness making you want to just make that moment last for ages. Yes, this was my night and it went all too quickly.
The food was great, but for some reason the wine was just, well, perfect. I could have sat there drinking it for ages. I'm sure it helped that i ate many bruschetta topped with everything from Tapenade, to spicy white beans and luxurious artichoke and tuna. Then a salad of candied walnuts, creamy blue cheese and earthy yet spicy red, red beets. If this sounds too good to be true well let me tell you about the main course....a spicy tomato fusilli with pancetta and tiger shrimp. Mmmmmm, yeah, i know. Really there is no need to say more except that we had the tiramisu. Maybe the caffeine in that has allowed me to type this because all that wine surely, well probably, most definitely didn't help. A fuzzy head and a full stomach tells me that this night was an excellent night out with the hubby. Excellent, excellent, yes, and did i mention excellent.