I can be moody, annoyed, whiny, and sad just like everyone else, but I know I'm not imagining it when I think that I am basically a happy, optimistic, and forgiving person. I am so darn nice that it has gotten me into trouble a few times! I don't set enough boundaries, and I let people take advantage of me. I want to believe in the basic good of humanity, or at least of the person standing in front of me, and it takes a lot to get me to distrust someone.
But I have been pushed to the limit. One too many times have I been judged. One too many times scoffed at, and too many times have I been brushed aside. Actually, i don't think I have ever been this close to a person who treats others this way, and maybe that's why it is so hurtful. I guess I didn't think that MY friends, family, or colleagues really act like that! Alas, one person does. And I just don't know how to deal anymore.
I think I am officially being bitchy towards that person. At least I am being a bit passive and cold. It's my first time acting like this. It's weird. I hope i don't regret it one day. Sigh. I am not as strong as I thought I was.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
new lessons from my kitchen
some things i learned this week:
1. red wine reductions are neat.
2. don't "toss" the avacado slices too much or you will just have guac.
2. frosting a cake is really hard.
3. buttercream frosting has a LOT of butter in it.
4. lighter frostings melt very easily.
5. white chocolate doesn't melt twice very well.
6. leaving a cake in the fridge uncovered overnight leaves you with a cake which tastes like whatever else you have in your fridge.
7. assembling a cake with a little syrup makes life easier and more moist!
8. baking is a very rewarding activity.
1. red wine reductions are neat.
2. don't "toss" the avacado slices too much or you will just have guac.
2. frosting a cake is really hard.
3. buttercream frosting has a LOT of butter in it.
4. lighter frostings melt very easily.
5. white chocolate doesn't melt twice very well.
6. leaving a cake in the fridge uncovered overnight leaves you with a cake which tastes like whatever else you have in your fridge.
7. assembling a cake with a little syrup makes life easier and more moist!
8. baking is a very rewarding activity.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
fake sushi, foot injury
I only ran 7 of 10 miles today due to some kind of stress injury/inflammation in my right foot. i hope i am able to do the imala run on nexy sunday!!! arrrggh!
Tonight S and I went out for dinner at the new-ish "sushi" place here in chapule. it's cute and has couches (!). We ordered the "auklan" roll and chicken on noodles in a beer sauce.
The thing you have to know about sushi culichi-style is that, well, it isn't sushi. Although "sushi" is perhaps the city's favorite restaurant food, I would like to change the name to "faux crab-rice-cream cheese-stuff." All sushi places invariable sell a long list of rolls, which are divided into 3 categories: normal, fried, and capped. (fairly self-explanatory) They all have 4 things in common: rice, fake crab salad, avacado, and philadelphia cream cheese. These ingredients are all rolled up into a neat little california-roll type of dish and served on a wooden plate. The variations on this basic roll are endless: cooked chicken, beef, seafood, or pork can be added into the roll or on top, and the roll can be doused with something resembling teriyaki sauce. Served with the roll are soy sauce, green onions, shredded carrots, hot peppers, and enough mayonnaise to swim in.
We like this new place because their roll had less cream cheese than other places, and S's chicken in beer sauce tasted remarkable like the pad thai which you can make from a thai kitchen brand mix. Although a far cry from either sushi or thai food, my tummy is full and happy and we really liked the couch.
Tonight S and I went out for dinner at the new-ish "sushi" place here in chapule. it's cute and has couches (!). We ordered the "auklan" roll and chicken on noodles in a beer sauce.
The thing you have to know about sushi culichi-style is that, well, it isn't sushi. Although "sushi" is perhaps the city's favorite restaurant food, I would like to change the name to "faux crab-rice-cream cheese-stuff." All sushi places invariable sell a long list of rolls, which are divided into 3 categories: normal, fried, and capped. (fairly self-explanatory) They all have 4 things in common: rice, fake crab salad, avacado, and philadelphia cream cheese. These ingredients are all rolled up into a neat little california-roll type of dish and served on a wooden plate. The variations on this basic roll are endless: cooked chicken, beef, seafood, or pork can be added into the roll or on top, and the roll can be doused with something resembling teriyaki sauce. Served with the roll are soy sauce, green onions, shredded carrots, hot peppers, and enough mayonnaise to swim in.
We like this new place because their roll had less cream cheese than other places, and S's chicken in beer sauce tasted remarkable like the pad thai which you can make from a thai kitchen brand mix. Although a far cry from either sushi or thai food, my tummy is full and happy and we really liked the couch.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
spewing trash into the world
In Culiacan, it is socially acceptable, or even encouraged, to litter. I refuse to partake. Even if my Topo-Chico water bottles and my Kinder Chocolate wrappers are a very small percentage of the trash in this city, and even if throwing them in the few-and-far-between trash cans won't make this city any cleaner, I will NOT throw them into the streets or onto to the grass.
It pains me to throw those little gatorade cups or water bags into the street during road races. They don't put out trash cans, and i THINK that someone comes by and cleans up a bit later, but even still, i really hate to do it.
On one group training run to Imala, I was stashing my emtpy water bags into the waistband of my running shorts, waiting to throw them into the water truck or a random trash can. One other person was doing the same, while a thrid person was thoughtlessly tossing his plastic baggies onto the side of the country road. Evidence of his and other runners' actions could be seen all along the run, sadly. The road was still beautiful, quiet, populated by cows, and surrounded by small farms, even though the disgusting Culichi (Sinaloense? Mexicano?) behavior was obvious. We bugged that runner the entire 14 miles until he finally kept one bag in his shorts as well. I'm sure those plastic bits he threw down, though, will be there for many generations of runners after I escape from this place. It makes me sad.
this is also a city of really really REALLY dirty exhaust. the black and filthy air left by the buses is slowly turning everything here black, including my lungs. in a basically small and quiet city of less than 1 million residents, i see people wearing surgical masks in the street regularly. I refuse to participate in this environmental tragedy as well. i don't drive a car here.
Maybe my lack of car and my tight fists don't make any difference to the earth, but these are two ways in which i don't spew trash into the world.
It pains me to throw those little gatorade cups or water bags into the street during road races. They don't put out trash cans, and i THINK that someone comes by and cleans up a bit later, but even still, i really hate to do it.
On one group training run to Imala, I was stashing my emtpy water bags into the waistband of my running shorts, waiting to throw them into the water truck or a random trash can. One other person was doing the same, while a thrid person was thoughtlessly tossing his plastic baggies onto the side of the country road. Evidence of his and other runners' actions could be seen all along the run, sadly. The road was still beautiful, quiet, populated by cows, and surrounded by small farms, even though the disgusting Culichi (Sinaloense? Mexicano?) behavior was obvious. We bugged that runner the entire 14 miles until he finally kept one bag in his shorts as well. I'm sure those plastic bits he threw down, though, will be there for many generations of runners after I escape from this place. It makes me sad.
this is also a city of really really REALLY dirty exhaust. the black and filthy air left by the buses is slowly turning everything here black, including my lungs. in a basically small and quiet city of less than 1 million residents, i see people wearing surgical masks in the street regularly. I refuse to participate in this environmental tragedy as well. i don't drive a car here.
Maybe my lack of car and my tight fists don't make any difference to the earth, but these are two ways in which i don't spew trash into the world.
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