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My Happy Place July 30, 2012

Wow, what a weekend.  This was one of the better ones in a while. UPDATE: I started this post last week, to describe the weekend of 7/20 – 7/22.  Through a combination of being busy and lazy, I am just now getting around to finishing it.

It started Friday night at Gatherings Kitchen.  But I will do a separate post on that later.

On Saturday, Todd and I drove out to his parents’ house in Concord.  His mother and I had to go to a baby shower in Jefferson.  After the shower we came back to their house, lounged around being lazy and had a light dinner.  We were early to bed and feeling more relaxed than we had in a while.

The next morning we went to the club (Quail Hollow Country Club) for breakfast.  Then we changed and went back to the club to enjoy the pool. (Can I just take a quick aside to say how much I am enjoying typing “the club” because we are so not those people.)

This was the highlight of my weekend.

You often hear people offering this pearl of wisdom to people who are stressed: “Go to your happy place”

Well, let me describe to you my happy place.

To me, there is nothing like floating on my back in a pool.  I ease my way in and transition to the float.  I lay my head back so that just my ear are underwater.  I feel the sun warm and comforting on my face.  My limbs are loose, almost detached. And with my ears underwater, all the noise disappears.  There are no children crying, no teenagers laughing, no ladies gossiping.

There is only this. The sound of my own breath. The warmth of the sun.  The looseness of my limbs.  The feeling of complete and utter relaxation.

This is truly my happy place.  I just need to remind myself to “go there” when someone says something stupid on Twitter or cuts me off in traffic.

Where do you go when you imagine your happy place?

 

A foodie by any other name… July 17, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — llipps @ 6:31 pm
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Would not seem nearly as pretentious. So here is my rant. Ever since I became more active with Twitter, and especially after doing the Corks and Cupcakes event for Emerging Chefs, I have found myself surrounded by self-proclaimed foodies.

That’s all fine and good, but I think the definition is a very subjective matter.

For instance, http://www.dictionary.com defines it as:

food·ie

[foo-dee]  Show IPA

noun Slang .

a person keenly interested in food, especially in eating or cooking.
Origin: 
food  + -ie,  perhaps in part extracted from junkie

I enjoy food.  I think meals should be events.  I look at food as more than just essential sustenance. (this is not the place to get into the discussion that this attitude towards food leads to obesity. )

This alone, might qualify someone to designate themselves as a foodie.

But not to the foodie snobs.  The elitist foodies.  No, for you to be allowed to group yourself with them, you must put all forms of unmentionable and unpalatable things in your system.

Here’s the thing, and I will put it in all caps so you understand:  THERE ARE CERTAIN THINGS THAT WILL NEVER. EVER. GO IN MY MOUTH! EVER. NEVER.

For instance:

  • brains
  • kidneys
  • hearts
  • tongue
  • feet
  • ears
  • cheeks
  • blood
  • marrow

The fact that I don’t want to eat an animal’s vital organs should not disqualify me from being a foodie.  Consider the definition for offal (and really, is it a coincidence that it sounds just like awful?)

of·fal

   [aw-fuhl, of-uhl]  

noun

1.the parts of a butchered animal that are considered inedible by human beings; carrion.
2.the parts of a butchered animal removed in dressing;viscera.
3.refuse; rubbish; garbage.
Seems to me, I am on the right side of things.
Also, why are so many restaurant menus so contrived these days?  With chefs trying to out-innovate or out-gross each other, the overall dining experience seems to be a bit diluted.
How about cooking something simple but doing it exquisitely well.  Showcase your technique and your skill, rather than concerning yourself with chasing the newest trend.  Classics are classics for a reason.  I am not saying that ingenuity is bad, but it should be done in moderation.
So, I hereby stake my claim that I am a foodie.  Awful offal will never pass my lips. But I will enjoy each and every morsel secure in the knowledge that my love of food is deep and lasting.
 

Supersize Me July 9, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — llipps @ 5:27 pm

I am sure I will feel like a supersized version of me by the time I am done with this list.

But I am getting ahead of myself.  Here is a novel idea, why don’t I start at the beginning.

So, remember my new co-worker/BFF Molly? (If I call her my BFF enough times she will either start to believe it or will take out a restraining order.  In one scenario I end up with a BFF, in the other with a really good story.  Either way, win-win.)

Anyway, Molly and I both like to eat.  With me, you can tell.  With her, she crossfits away the evidence.

Delighted that we have found a kindred inner hungry girl in one another, we set about creating a list of all the places we would like to visit.  This list is comprised of places neither of us has ever been to as well as places that one of us has been to that we would like to share with the other.  Here is the list:

Soho (http://www.sohocleveland.com/about.html)
Osteria (http://osteriacleveland.com/)
Amp150 (http://amp150.com/)
Barrio (https://www.facebook.com/Barrio.tremont)  – have to say, I am a little annoyed that they don’t have a website
Momocho (http://momocho.com/)
Spice (http://spicekitchenandbar.com/)
Luxe (http://luxecleveland.com/)
Quince (http://www.quince-restaurant.com/)
Dante (http://www.restaurantdante.us/dante-index.html)
Ginko (http://www.restaurantdante.us/ginko-index.html)
DC Pasta Company (http://www.restaurantdante.us/dcPasta-index.html)
DBA (http://www.restaurantdante.us/dante-akron-index.html)
Velvet Tango Room (http://www.velvettangoroom.com/)
Touch Supper Club (http://www.touchohiocity.com/)
The Greenhouse Tavern (http://thegreenhousetavern.com/)
Sweetie Fry (http://sweetiefry.com/) – what is the point of a website with no menu?
L’Albatros (http://albatrosbrasserie.com/)
Table 45 – private table (http://www.tbl45.com/)
Chianto (http://chinatocleveland.com/menu/)
Parallax(http://parallaxtremont.com/)
Prime Rib Steakhouse (http://primeribsteakhouse.com/)
Washington Place Bistro (http://www.washingtonplacelittleitaly.com/)
Tyfun Thai Bistro (http://www.tyfunthaibistro.com/)
BAC (http://www.bactremont.com/)
La Bodaga (http://www.labodega-tremont.com/)
Cafe Isabella (http://clubisabella.com/index2.php)
Lola Bistro (http://lolabistro.com/)
Lolita – Sunday (http://lolitarestaurant.com/)

It is going to take us quite some time to work our way through all these, but it should be fun. I may or may not post impressions/reviews after dining at these establishments.  If I can remember the outing.  Molly’s main goal here is to find cocktails that I, the non-drinker, will enjoy.

Did we forget any?  Do you want to join us for any of our outings?

Also, and I am certain she will kill me for this, but…Molly is a striking, tall, blond beauty.  She is bright, funny and in shape.  And single.  Please send recommendations for handsome, single, age-appropriate, non-drug using, gainfully employed, eligible men my way.  I will be weeding through these for her as we have determined her judgement cannot be trusted.

Anyway, back to food.  Tell me if we missed any or if you would like to join us for any.

 

I am back on the market July 2, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — llipps @ 9:05 pm

To my husband who may be a tad concerned after seeing the title of this post: it will all make sense as you keep reading.

I recently had lunch with a new friend.  She and I were discussing a shared acquaintance, particularly this person’s somewhat desperate approach at trying to establish friendships.  We both agreed that it was a bit off-putting.  My lunch companion stated that by our age, we should already have pretty good friendships established.  We either have our high school friends or our college friends or work friends, or combinations of all the above.

I agree with her. To some extent. And while I certainly don’t want to come off the same way as the acquaintance we were discussing, part of me kind of gets where she is coming from.

As human beings (particularly of the female persuasion) we have this need to feel connected to people. We seek out people to act as confidantes, as distractions from the drudgery of life, as people who can validate our fabulousness.

Throughout high school and college I don’t think that I was ever really lacking in friendships.  I am a pretty outgoing person and have been described as fairly charming, so meeting people was never a problem.

Then I got married.  My husband is a bit anti-social, and that hindered me a little bit from meeting people because now, we needed “couple friends”.  Also, we noticed another thing changing.  As more and more of our friends started having kids, we noticed a shift in those friendships as well.

So, I am at a place now where I do find myself looking for opportunities to develop new friendships. And it feels a lot like dating.

Hey, I Just Met You, And This is Crazy…
Much like I met my husband online, the abundance of social media channels has also allowed me to meet some lovely new ladies. But just like when you meet a boy at a club, how do you take that step from flirting at the bar, to exchanging numbers and suggesting you get together?  At least with the meat market club scene, everyone there has pretty much the same agenda.  The boys might be looking for a quick hook-up while the girls may be looking for ever-lasting love, but at the end of the night, everyone is pretty much looking for a connection.
This is not necessarily true when you meet fellow tweeters at an event.  You’re all there because of the event, but not necessarily because you are looking to bond with someone.  So if you meet someone and hit it off with them, how do you make that transition to suggesting a lunch or drinks date?

But Here’s My Number, So Call Me Maybe
OK, so let’s say you connected with this boy at the bar, and somehow have fumbled through the exchange of phone numbers.  Do you wait for him to call you?  Do you call him?  And do you even talk on the phone at all?  Or do you text?  It has been a while since I have had to give any consideration to things of this nature, but in the far recesses of my mind, I do seem to recall that these types of games were definitely played.
Well, I think the same thing applies to meeting new potential friends. You meet at an event.  Maybe you exchange numbers.  Do you call this girl or do you wait for her to call you?  Or do you just tweet her? Like “Hey, @maybemynewbestfriend it was awesome to meet you! Lunch soon? #totallynotastalker” Really?  Then you are putting yourself out there in front of the whole twitterverse, not just one person.  And how long do you wait before taking some kind of action?  Oy. My head is starting to hurt.

Girlfriend, girlfriend, you could be my girlfriend
So here’s the thing, I fall hard and I fall fast.  By now, we have probably hung out a few times and I feel like we are on our way to something real.  If we were dating, I may even be pretty close to sleeping with you.
This translates in the friend world too.  No, I will not sleep with you.  But I do feel pretty comfortable with you at this point, and barring any psychotic breaks on your part, we are probably on our way to being friends.

I recently told a new girl at work that she may not realize it yet, but I am going to make her my BFF.  Not long after that she told me she loved me (for having an extra pair of headphones.) This is pretty much the friendship equivalent of getting married.  In the next month or two, we are going away together for the weekend (like a honeymoon).

Sure, things are moving fast.  But it just feels right, you know?

Also, unlike dating, I can have more than one.  I don’t even have to live in Utah for it to be legal.  So, I am officially accepting all applications for new friends.  Knowledge of Carly Rae Jespen and  Justin Bieber lyrics not required.

 

 
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