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I know, I know.  Y’all have been on the edge of your seats.

Yes, we did make it to The World Famous Olive Garden on Friday night.

Who wouldn’t want to make that place numero uno on their list?

Wild horses couldn’t have kept us away.

When one of the servers showed us where Marilyn sat, my eyes got as wide as saucers. 

I couldn’t even help it.

While none of us ordered the Raspberry Lemonade, Michelle and I did drink champagne with the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen in a cocktail. 

They may or may not have overwhelmed the glass.

It just seemed kind of fitting.

What’s your go-to cocktail when you’re out?

Marcus x 2

Tonight, a few stories pertaining to (but not actually about) Marcus.  They were just too good to pass-up.

Last night post-Sneak Peek, we dropped by Las Teresitas for the odd-taco.  Because we were near, and because Marcus was in the mood for a Proper dinner.

If you can really call this Proper.

On my plate: Barbacoa, Chorizo, Asado.

And a whole unholy host of salsas from their complimentary salsa bar.

When I say “unholy” I mean we were confronted with ~10 salsa choices in addition to the regular fixins like limes, radishes, onions, jalapenos and the like.

While I was getting busy at the bar, a fellow patron approached me and expressed something I can only compare to overjoyed excitement at the fact that my husband’s name was Marcus and his name was…Mark.

What are the odds.

I humored him as I scooped out red, green and orange salsas into tiny dipping cups and tried to carry them two in a hand to our table.

Apparently this Mark felt a sense of kinship and oneness with Marcus that went far deeper that our conversation (nevermind the fact that he never actually said a word to Marcus who was sitting at least 15 feet away) because before he departed, he produced this for Marcus.

Just in-case Marcus wanted to compare notes on dive-y taco places.

Figure that one out.

See also: About three weeks ago, I did a bit of decorating in my cube.

I was in the process of actioning a de-clutter and decided that after three years at my current employer, it was finally time to bite the bullet and bring in some Personal Effects.

So, you know, the odd co-worker has been dropping by to take a look and to force me into a recitation of where each photo was taken.

All I can ever think to respond with is how on earth did we manage to take so many blue/green-hued pictures?!  I suppose that’s just part and parcel of what you get when you’re in the Mediterranean.

Except for one co-worker, who after incorrectly guessing Cinque Terre for Santorini (they are NOT the same) zeroed in on this snap.

Yes, I could have posted the original, but that would have ruined the effect.

He proceeded to inquire as to whether or not Marcus was an amputee.  Because you know, you can only really see the one leg.

Um.

What the what?

I was so shocked by the presentation of the question that I was torn between speechlessness and mild horror.  I think that my face said as much.

Like I’m so fond of saying: Hear Hoofbeats, Think Horses.

Marcus ≠ amputee.

But maybe I’m just missing something in that snap that everyone else is seeing.

What’s the most bizarre encounter you’ve had with a stranger?

Summit Saga Sneak Peek Party

So, What could possibly derail Marathon Monday? you’re wondering.

Answer: Only really spectacular stuff.

By the grace of God and the kindness of Summit Brewing Company, Marcus and I were invited to attend a private Sneak Peek party tonight for their newest year-round beer, Saga, which is an IPA.

For non-beer drinkers, IPA = India Pale Ale.

We haven’t been to The Brewery since 2009, so return to celebrate Saga as well as the release of their Summer Ale was pretty spectacular.  If you’re going to try a beer for the first time, doing so at the source is really the best choice if you have the opportunity.

Because The Universe was with us, we literally walked into Scott on our way into the sampling area.  We met at Winterfest in February and until we saw him with his amigo Michael, we had absolutely no idea as to who we would see today (okay, well, maybe we had a few people in mind).

But anyway, it was A Good Surprise.

And once we got to the taps, we sampled-away.

Both beers were delicious.

Obviously.

In all seriousness, Saga is most definitely all-IPA with a bit of a fruity undertone.  The Summer Ale, on the other hand, was a great (rich) session beer and exceptionally smooth.  Sometimes, you hear “session” and the first things that come to mind are Light & Flavorless.  The Summer Ale was neither of those things.

It goes without saying that while we only had three drink tickets (which was MORE than enough), I could have enjoyed them both all evening long.

What else did we enjoy?

Natedogs.

I’m pretty sure that the last time we devoured these, we were at another tap room, so they were a VERY welcome surprise.

Pretty much no night is complete for us these days without a food truck and/or cart.  Natedogs definitely had our bases covered.

Did I mention that Brady was there too with her husband, Ben?

Because there’s that, too.

We were maybe a little more dressed-up than the rest of the group (and my skirt was hell on earth when it came to slithering out from their picnic bench set-up), but I like to think that it added to the group.

We had SO much to workshop and I’d be lying if I said the brewery wasn’t the perfect place to do it.  We’ve been meaning to catch-up over a beer (versus running or baking or feasting) for the longest time, so finally managing to make it happen over something brand new was pretty great.

What is your favorite local beer?

Have you ever been to a Sneak Peek party?

Summit Brewing Company does know who I am (otherwise, how would I have gotten an invite to their fete?) but did not compensate me in any way for this post, nor did they invite me to their Saga Sneak Peek party with an implicit or explicit expectation of coverage. All opinions shared here are my own.  And if you do happen to hail from Minnesota, this is me asking you to drink local, because we’re lucky enough to have a wonderful host of local brewers to choose from.

The Most Random Accomplishments

Because even I found it so totally ridiculous, I decided to take a snap of the food that I hauled into work yesterday.  Because we didn’t have any leftovers in the house.

Imagine that.

Judge away.

In the mix: Popcorn, Vanilla Greek Yogurt, Oat Squares, a Grapefruit, a Banana, KIND Bar.

A real potpourri, I know.

I thought that they would suffice as an adequate spread of snacks and lunch (though the popcorn never got popped).  You should also know that since we don’t have any sharp knives in the office, I had to go after the grapefruit with a pair of scissors.

It was quite the scene.

It was also employee appreciation day, so my supervisor (along with the other manager in our division) brought in berries, cream and angel food cake.  I had zero interest in the cake but LOTS of interest in the berries.

Because, you know, it’s March and the following are not in season: raspberries, blueberries, strawberries.

And when I say I had LOTS of interest in the berries, I mean that I probably ate a carton worth.

Despite my best efforts (and those of my co-workers), we barely made a dent.

So I scrounged up a container in the lunchroom and brought a few cups home to toss into my breakfast this morning.

I still didn’t make a dent in it.

They were a bit frosty when I snapped them because I tossed them into the freezer to keep them from molding.  You can file that under Wet Berry Paranoia.

I don’t want to say that it was my favorite breakfast of the entire winter, but it was definitely in the Top 5.

Today’s most random accomplishment?

I sourced a pair of compression tights today after my run clinic.

I love the sleeves that I have 11/10.  So I thought it was time to commit get a pair of full-on pants.  Because more is more, right?  Why would I limit myself to glorified leg warmers when I could have the whole enchilada?

I run in tights all the time.  But these?  Are a totally different animal.

I tweeted earlier today about wishing I had recorded myself slithering into them.  Because it was not at all dignified.  It was more like a fight between my body and gravity.  After I managed the feat, I realized I had to leave the house again to go pick up a few more things for tomorrow.

The tights were not coming off.  So the Revas went on.

I’m just going to throw this one out there: I just don’t think that compression tights and Revas are a combination that most people are sporting.

What you should know: If you go to the grocery store after 4 PM on a Saturday, you can wear basically anything and you won’t be the most outlandishly dressed person there.  It’s far less judgmental than the after-work crowd.

What’s the most ridiculous arrangement you’ve run errands in?

A New Discovery

Truth: Even though I love going to the grocery store (it’s a mesmerizing place), last year we very quickly learned that Marcus is able to hunt and gather all of the items on our list much faster than I am.

He sticks to the list.  I get distracted by the number of different jams and jellies you can choose from at Cub.  Despite the fact that nearly all of our spreads come from Trader Joe’s.

So we started going together.  Because it made my Sunday morning errands move a lot faster.  And I was happier not having to haul all of the heavy grocery bags on my own.

While I’m leading the 5k Clinic, Marcus has agreed to take all of our grocery shopping.

Yes, seriously.

Which really means that when I’m done with the clinic, I’ll be using my stipend to build him a shrine to his Superior Abilities as a husband.

This week, for some reason, The Universe directed him to bring this home instead of diced tomatoes.

I know.  I KNOW.  What are those?

Marcus will be the first person to tell you that I hate wasting food, and I refuse to bring things to the  foodshelf that I wouldn’t eat myself/feed a family member (read: SPAM).

It just seems inappropriate to foist your unwanted food on someone else and declare yourself Good because of it.

So the challenge is on to find things that Stewed Tomatoes “work” with.

Because if $1 in mystery-meat canned vegetables doesn’t spell commitment, I don’t know what does.

This involved a bit of research on my behalf because truth be told, I have never eaten a stewed tomato from a can (or cooked down from someone’s garden for that matter) in my life.

Beyond the fact that they’re sweeter than regular diced tomatoes and possibly saltier, this is what I’ve learned so far regarding preparation methods.

  • It is extremely popular to combine them with Macaroni and Cheese.
  • You can wilt spinach in them while they cook, with a bit of sauteed garlic and herbs, and crown them with the ever-present soft fried egg.  Or for a fun twist, crack your egg into the mix and let it set-up a bit prior to removing it from the heat and serving.
  • To work with the original flavor, they’ve been tossed into a food processor and whirled into a somewhat sweet pasta sauce.
  • They’re able to step into service as part of Chicken Cacciatore.

Please send help.

What’s the strangest thing you’ve accidentally brought home from the grocery store?

Have you ever eaten Stewed Tomatoes?  How would you eat/prepare them?

Impulsive

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Today was the kind of day where I didn’t want to run, but I ran anyway.

We went to happy hour.

Caught up.

Unwound.

And one of our favorite Italian restaurants (I kid you not, I was raised on the stuff) brought back their “After Eight” date night deal.

It’s not very often that we’re in the city in the right place or at the right time for this kind of thing. 

But tonight, we had absolutely nothing holding us back.  No one to come home for, nothing to come home to.

So, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go slip into an olive-red wine-penne-induced coma.

Amen.

What’s the best date-night special in your neck of the woods? 

Basement Film Fest

Last night I was cruising HBO On Demand and saw that The First Wives Club was available.

Hit movie, I know.

Why this particular title appealed to me at 8:30 PM on a Monday night is a total mystery.

But as I watched, it very quickly became apparent to me that I blacked out the majority of that movie, most likely because the first time I saw it I wasn’t even in high school.  Watching the beginning the first half of the movie?  Was depressing as hell.

Apparently there was a part of my subconscious that just wanted to be…sad.

Honest-to-goodness, the best part (AKA the part that made it manageable) was probably watching SJP, as a newer actress circa 15 years ago.

And oh, by the way, did anyone else realize that she was one of the witches in Hocus Pocus?

Because that was definitely news to me.

For a change of scenery, tonight I decided to watch Forks Over Knives. 

Controversial (I just have a hunch), but FAR less of an emotional rollercoaster.

I attempted to watch that one for the first time a couple of months ago and ended up getting sucked into a vortex of extreme multi-tasking.  Which is not exactly the best for watching anything.

But I was inspired by the interview series that The Washington Post is doing with Michael Pollan (Part I, Part II, Part III), so I thought it might be good to give it another shot.

If you’ve read all of the Whole Food Manifestos like Food Rules, The Omnivore’s Dilemma and In Defense of Food, or have watched Food, Inc., then you might find the situation to be a little bit redundant.

It all boils down to the #1 Food Rule: Eat food, not too much, mostly plants.

And if you fail at following Rule #1, you’ll probably catch cancer/the diabetes/a heart attack.

Pretty straightforward stuff.

If you haven’t read/watched any of the above books/movies, then it could be worth a whirl.  And even though they explicitly tell you all about why you shouldn’t eat meat, none of the footage will put you off meat forever like the footage/stories in some of the other aforementioned materials.

Which is a good thing, I think.

What’s the most terrible movie you have seen lately?

Have you read any of Michael Pollan’s books?

p.s. If you haven’t been yet, make sure to head over to Inside Nana Bread’s Head to check out the delicious Bananas Foster Fried Pies that Jeanne actioned for our Pie Week festivities!

Completely Random, Totally Unplanned

I didn’t take pictures of anything today.  So if you’d like to imagine me with more voluminous hair, that quilted Chanel bag I’ve always wanted, and an outfit straight out of the Anthropologie catalog, that would be just superb ;)

Today was a day of completely random, totally unplanned-adventuring.

Marcus and I ended up stopping by the Sonora Grill at the Midtown Global Market for lunch.  I’ve been meaning to try their Eggplant Bocadillo with Eggplant Fries for AGES now and once I saw them in MplsSt.Paul magazine, I knew we had to go before it totally jumped the shark.

I don’t mind eggplant but I don’t usually order it when I’m out…anywhere.  So to order it on a sandwich and as fries?  Utter madness.

As I tore in, we definitely had one of those Where Have You Been All My Life?-type moments.

Since we had to take Lake St. to get back to the freeway (there was some seriously bizarre stuff going on with traffic in the cities today), Marcus suggested an impromptu walk around Lake Calhoun.  Considering that today was one of those extremely rare late fall days, where people were lunching outside in tank tops, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse.

There was a serious absence of crunchy leaves to step on, but every time I looked at the lake, there was another pair of loons diving and paddling about.  Try to figure that one out.

Earlier in the day, Erica texted me to inform me that we were doing a ladies’ dinner at Barrio.  A night with sangria, small plates and corn chowder sent directly from heaven?  I’m always in.

So after a bit of casual napping, I threw on a wrap, a fresh coat of mascara and headed out.  It was so lovely (and relaxing) to wrap-up the day by catching up with some of my favorite ladies!

Where is your favorite place to visit for ladies’ night?

I just love going down to the 50th & France area.  There are so many cute shops and interesting places to eat!

A Piece of The Hive

A few weeks ago, I won a giveaway on Julie’s blog.

Right?  How is that even possible?  I spent the entirety of 2010 not winning ANY giveaways and suddenly in the last month I won two.

I suppose we could write it off as one of those When It Rains It Pours-type things.

The sweet swag?

A jar of honey.

But not just ANY jar of honey.

Y’all should know that this particular jar of honey falls square in the category of Things That Make My Heart Explode like Megan’s Blackberry Grand Marnier Jam.

Which is now the one and only thing I have in common with Ree Drummond and Alton Brown.

But back to the honey.

Julie went big this year and became a beekeeper.  She researched the whole affair, built a hive and…kept it.  For real.  With the suit.  With the smoker.  With the honeycombs.  The whole nine yards.

If you can imagine what beekeepers do, she was doing it.

So it’s pretty special, because it’s the first honey from the hive.

But it’s also pretty special because I know just how hard she worked and how far she has come since she ordered her beekeeper’s suit in March.

When she announced she was going to give some of it away?  My jaw literally dropped.

That stuff is liquid gold.

So, now I’m left with the dilemma of what to do with it.  Most certainly some of it will end up on my oatmeal.  Drizzled on bread with butter.  Blended into butter and served with cornbread.  Licked off of a spoon.  Painted on roasted meat as a glaze.

But I kind of want to action some baking with it as well.  I just have a sense that some sort of bread/cookie/cake could be just an epically fantastic (and quite possibly extremely forgiving) mode of honey consumption.

Plus, it will keep the party going just a little bit longer.

What do you typically use honey in?

Have you ever won a blog giveaway?  Was it a fantastic prize or did you end up receiving really bizarre stuff?

Mother Nature vs. Pop Culture

Before we get down to business, a few of you have been asking about what kind of planner I carry.  I got a myAgenda by momAgenda.  If you want to see a snap of what it actually looks like in the flesh, check this post out.

I got the desktop size, which is an absolute beast.  So if you were to size-down (provided your handwriting isn’t especially loopy) I’m sure you would be more than happy.

So, there’s that.

Confession: When I found out that the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills would be coming back in September, I practically jumped for joy.  I missed those girlfriends.

They keep it real with their Calypso-St. Barth’s frock/tunic arrangements, spa days and the glasses of wine that they NEVER seem to finish.  Toss in a pair of Kendra Scott earrings and they’re ready to roll.

They keep me grounded, kittens.

And after that brief wave of jewel-toned nostalgia, I realized that September is almost…uncomfortably close.

The light is starting to change, for crying-out-loud.  My evidence?

An epic craving for canned pumpkin.

Yes, I have a giant can stashed away in the pantry from last fall.  No, I won’t be taking it out just yet.

I feel like we’ve only just entered the part of the Minnesota summer where we can FINALLY eat our own sweet corn like it’s going out of style (it is).  I refuse to give that up.  You have nothing on me, Mother Nature.

But it’s kind of on the same level as that one time last March where I couldn’t stop eating sweet potatoes.

Not good.

So to embrace the last month of summer, I sourced  new wallpaper for my phone.

I know most people do something a little bit more low-key.  Like tan.  Wear swimsuits.  Mow the lawn.  Eat popsicles.  Make popsicles.  Seek shelter.

I needed something that came with a little less commitment.

As it turns out, less commitment actually looks a little bit garish.

But I’m still obsessed.

I will say that even though Dandelions are Hell On Earth as far as keeping a well-manicured lawn, the way their seeds waft around at the end of the summer is one of the prettiest sights.

You know, once you get over the fact that you’re basically watching an invasion take place.

Have you had any unseasonal cravings lately?

I’ve also been dying to braise various cuts of meat with a ferocity usually reserved for buttercream frosting.  Where on earth is my head at, right?

What shows are you looking forward to watching this fall?

I’m also looking forward to the return of Boardwalk Empire on HBO as well as the beginning of a few new shows on the Food Network.