Wherin we try, fail, and try again.
Left with all but a couple that rose diagonally, Nathalie and I had to try perfecting the macarons yet another day.
Most people stay home on Christmas day.. for some reason, our family decided it was a great idea to do something fun and exciting. Too bad though, everyone else thinks it’s a great time to stay home so restaurants, shops, and cafés are all closed.
Why did we endure 2+ hour drive to Julian when the only thing that was open was the liquor store and the hiking trails?!
Sustained by lukewarm diluted apple cider, we thought it a great idea to attempt one of the hikes. No regrets about going to Julian on the 24th of December– the walk was good enough for me.
The best use of leftover turkey after Thanksgiv- I mean Gluttony Fest? 1,000 Tamales. My mom makes turkey soup, turkey salad, turkey sand-whiches, and turkey fried rice until we are all sick of turkey. But who would have thought?! Turkey tamales is such a wonderful idea — especially if you are either a family of five or a single working girl too tired to cook every single night.
Lastly, I just wanted to note that there’s a McDonalds on a street called McDonalds somewhere in Richmond, CA.
A friend of mine is practicing her (already awesome) photography skills. I not unwillingly helped out this Saturday.
you sound like a typical asian, minus majoring in Medieval Studies…I am guessing you were raised in a white family?
Hi how are you
I was checking your profile and on it you said ; books:
a good baguette
Sarah, you majored in Medieval Studies? So without Googling it, I’m going to mess with you in the precise way that it sounds….I CHALLENGE YOU….TO A DATE! *slaps Sarah’s face with a glove*If you’re not smiling or laughing by the end of it, you can hang me.
If I leave you in awe, then you’ll let me unlock your chastity belt.=P
Hi Sarah, how have you been? How is your weekend? It is a long weekend. I hope that you are enjoying it.
By the way sorry to keep bothering you.
*this is changing though!
Is everything better with a familiar face?
After my youngest sister came up to the Bay Area for some schooling, I feel like I am reliving the past four year sans the bad parts: stress, constant fatigue, and anxiety about doing badly classes.
As a connoisseur of vicarious enjoyment, I love the feeling of feeding off someone else’s excitement and enthusiasm of the new while content in the knowledge that this is known territory, familiar grounds with no room for surprises.
We attended EBCB’s annual winter retreat together this time. Well, not exactly together as I only came part-time. Nonetheless, our brief five minute walk in the woods was perfect. Quiet, cool, surrounded by high-heeled trees, our comfortable silence was interrupted by welcomed soft giggles. Unspoiled by too long of an encounter, we left this short respite with a longing for more.
So what do single people do on Valentines Day? This time last year, my single ladies and I threw an invite-only moustache party, BOYM. Unsurprisingly, this acronym stood for “Bring Your Own Moustache”, not “Bring Your Own Man.”
Some days I feel as I used my time in England unwisely. Perhaps if I spent less time and effort of being the not-so-secret founder and president of the Single Ladies Club, which at the moment has quite the international reach despite its >10 members, and spent more time in other extracurricular activities, I wouldn’t be either attending an annual JiajangMyun Singles Awareness Day Party or spending a quiet night in studying. (Yes, studying.)
Anyone else have good party ideas for Singles Awareness Day?
Whenever I am at home, our family takes lovely long walks. This isn’t because we all enjoy walking. No. It’s because we have a needy noisy dog that won’t stop begging to go outside once it hits 4:30pm. He’ll stare at us, paw at the door, and whine as if he’s been a prisoner of our spacious backyard for forty years.
Yet we all enjoy it. Thanks to the crashing of the housing market, there’s a few acres of land in our neighborhood that is left undeveloped. This entire neighborhood actually used to be a ranch, and I remember washing a handful of cows and horses grazing while my mom drove me to school when I was young. What’s left of that ranch is barren fields, a couple trees, and a flock of crows.
I have a number of new years resolutions for 2013 which I had planned weeks beforehand. A few included cutting down on caffein, bad (delicious!) sugars, and white flour, as well as getting regular exercise and taking better care of myself.
Then along comes 1/1/2013 without much ceremony– at least for myself, as I was lying sick in bed 12/31/12– and I wander into a cafe. As I start placing my order, I think, “Okay, I can’t order my go-to Americano-no-sugar-no-milk, so I’ll get green tea.” Then I get a buttermilk currant scone also without thinking.
After devouring said scone and three-fourths into my cup of green tea, I realize what I had done.
There’s always 2014. (maybe!)