Every time a bell rings...

...an Angel gets her wings

Watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show and DAMN! I wanna be an Angel. Or Katy Perry.

That's gonna take some BELLS.

Jingle-ling!
I'll keep ya posted.
k8

truth & thanksgiving

"...The people who give you their food give you their heart."
-Cesar Chavez


Is anything more true in my whole life?

It sounds absurd to say, “I grew up around food” but I did. Good food. Eclectic food. And people who love food. Celebrate with food. Cook. Just open a refrigerator and MacGyver a meal.

As a kid, I was lucky enough to have a hot, home-cooked, more than likely “from scratch” dinner with my whole family. Every night.

For twenty-six years, Home was twenty minutes from all four of my grandparents and most of my aunts, uncles, and cousins. If you stopped at Grammy Helen’s in the morning she’d make you a pancake. If you dropped by Gramma Rose’s she might send you home with a pie, halupki (piggies), or vegetables from the garden. And if you were having steak and needed Grandpa’s garlic all you had to do was call.

If you know me “from Home” you know this. Most likely you’ve been sent home with a plate, tupperware, container or jar. Possibly a crock pot.

For the first time in thirty years I won’t be Home for Thanksgiving, the epitome of food holidays. Can you imagine that? Thirty years. Each with at least two (later three) separate dinners per Thanksgiving. Missing is a little hard to swallow.

Although, I’m nostalgic for tradition and downright depressed about the leftovers, I’m thankful for what NOT being Home means. It means that I leapt and landed, not unscathed, in a new place. It shouldn’t be surprising that a simple, unglamorous, part-time job in a cafe has sustained me. Or that the people I’ve met there include and encourage me. So it's apropos that food is what’s starting to make it feel like home...

"If you really want to make a friend, go to someone's house and eat with him...The people who give you their food give you their heart." -Cesar Chavez

..so thanks, Friends for inviting me to your table.

Happy Thanksgiving


I'll keep you posted.
k8

Come Undone

I jumped off the Seal Beach Pier last night.

It's actually the best thing that's happened to me all week.

It's been a fantastically BAD week. I was so close to coming undone last night on my drive home that I texted Scotty when I got back to go for a run, then drinks. He came through and brought 'Lu & 'Anna along. What a motley crew we made- it was absolutely just what it needed to be.

After the run we all went home to shower and reconvened at my apt. The guys BYOB'd and we just hung around. At some point they decided we needed to go shoot pool over at Dave's Other Place. My brothers can attest to how abysmally I play. And I was true to form. But it was fun.

At the end of the night when we were heading home 'Lu decided we needed to ride to the end of The Pier (we were on our bikes). I didn't see why, nor did I think we really needed to, but hey as long as we're not gonna get in trouble whatever. While we're out there he says, I should jump The Pier tonight. I said, no. This was all the fuel Scotty needed to strip down and jump. Oy vey.

So I'm trying to stop the insanity and 'Lu gets as far as stripped down and kind of stalls out. Then they get on my case that I should jump. F*it. Why not. I'm here. So off I go. And dude, I have the bruises on my arse to prove it. I don't know how I hit that water but holy crap, my whole butt is black'n'blue. And I'd do it again.

Serendipity defined.

I'll keep you posted.
k8

Gummi Bears & Sauv Blanc

Dinner.

Now there's a pairing. Take that R+D.

Catalina Produce Department

Was on Santa Catalina Island this past weekend for the first annual Santa Catalina Triathlon (f.k.a. Catalina Island Triathlon). Was HYSTERICAL in the grocery store when this was the "produce department" at the Vons Express. AWESOME.

Single Jack

This may be THE BEST pumpkin I've ever carved.

Carved pumpkins with the neighbor kids, from L-R: me, B, & S.

And yeah, they each capture the artist's personality. Don't know what that says about me...

...but I had a whole lot of fun.

Thanks, Neighbors!