Food

Inherited

Next week, my mom is moving to Kansas City.  While this is definitely a good decision for her, selfishly, it’s hard on my heart.  I moved to Colorado to be closer to my parents, and starting next week, neither of them will live here anymore.  This brings up all sorts of questions and emotions for…

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“So All May Eat”

Last month, I attended TedxMileHigh, which was monumentally perspective shifting.  If you ever have a chance to go to a TED conference, go go go. One of the speakers was Libby Birky, co-founder of the SAME Café, Denver’s first pay-what-you-can restaurant.  Ever since hearing about it, I’d been wanting to check it out – so…

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Holy môlé

The LÄRABAR weekend has come and gone – and all I can say is that I want to go back to the land of palm trees and free samples. It was amazing.  Basically the greatest ever. Want to hear one of the (many) LÄRABAR songs we sang (many times)?  Here you go. We spent the morning…

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Secret project: revealed

A few times, I’ve mentioned the fact that I’ve been working on a secret project. And each time, I’ve thought, “I’ll tell everyone what I’m doing soon” – but it just hasn’t happened.  I’ve written about things like Zumba and ants and Tom Hanks as Animals instead – because I just couldn’t help it (and…

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“Thirty-five boxes can’t be wasted”

Just when you were starting to forget it, I’m bringing up the song again. In response to my video, Lärabar sent me the most wonderful package containing, among other goodies, 4 boxes of Cocoa Môlé.  That’s 64 bars – I’LL NEVER GO MÔLÉ-LESS AGAIN! I love Lärabar.

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The [weekend]

What did I [climb]: Pike’s Peak – all by myself, and SO FAST.  Seriously, I hope this doesn’t come off as all braggy-face of me, but I scampered up the entire mountain, and barely broke a sweat. Sir Edmund Hillary?  How about Sir ANNIE PARSONS. What did I [burn]: the backs of my calves.  Why…

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You know how sometimes…

– your hair just needs to be cut?  Immediately?  Because all of a sudden, and without warning, you are Morticia? – you wear the black racerback tank with the rainbow graphic eagle on the front?  Because it’s so awesome? – you eat breakfast at an oatmeal cart?  Because this is Portland? – you hear a…

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She sushis

Check out what I made! She’s a beaut. I’ve always wanted to learn how to roll my own sushi, and being in Portland – a city of the aquatic variety – last night was my chance.  My friend and co-worker Molly took me to a place called Hipcooks, where we spent three hours learning the…

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All the things I didn’t say

Monday I saw Patty Griffin on Monday night with Rachel, the cutest date ever.  We walked the mile and a half downtown to the theater, which made us feel very city-like. But I’ll be honest: after all of my anticipation and excitement, I was kind of disappointed in the show.  The set list consisted almost…

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Burning Daylight Foods

One night last fall, I came home to find a package from my friend Dani.  I opened it up, and – SCORE! – homemade granola!  Belying my civilized charade, I promptly ripped open the bag and poured it directly into my mouth.  Yes, like a savage. Except it was not granola.  It was oatmeal. Shocking.…

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