You make me feel like dancing. If we were giraffes, I feel like we would totally be this goofy.image via ffffound.
You make me feel like dancing. If we were giraffes, I feel like we would totally be this goofy.
I have always wanted to make my own pasta. Do not ask me why, I do not know. It just happened to be one of those nerdy foodie things that I always wanted to check off my list. Tonight, was my night. My birthday was last Friday (I'm getting old), and my brother was kind enough to buy the pasta maker attachment for my KitchenAid stand mixer. The egg noodle recipe in the back of the instruction book was incredibly easy, and it came together beautifully. We had a few touch-and-go moments early on, but eventually I got the hang of it. I subbed 3/4c all purpose flour for whole wheat amaranth flour with great results. There is a very good chance that pasta making will become a weekly occurrence in my household.
I love jogging along the path through the woods behind my house. It's always so calming and beautiful. When I walked to metro earlier today, the woods were still as they always have been: charming. A few house later I walked home to discover this clearing. I'm more than a little heartbroken. Just a few days ago I discovered a little family of ducks had moved into the creek behind our house. Now, they're gone. Along with most of the little critters that lived back there. For what? More condos? Northern Virginia, this is an epic fail.
I need to plant some more lavender in my herb garden this year so I can make some of this gorgeous lavender lemonade. It looks so beautiful and refreshing. Featured on design*sponge.
There are a great many things I should do right now, but I just don't have the heart to do any of them just yet. I'm still holding out, hoping for the best.
xkcd hit the nail on the head. Anyone else love nerdy tetris references?
I've been feeling super anxious lately, and it seems that the only thing that calms me down is a long run. It's become a twice a day habit of mine. The endorphins are hard to ignore, and I would be lost without them right now.
DC's weather is known for being a bit bipolar. Yesterday's 90 degrees will turn into tomorrow's 60 degrees, and we'll all be left with some weather whiplash. I've taken to spending the sunnier days outside under our cherry tree with a good book. It's so pretty, in spite of the thin film of pollen covering everything that will sit still, and some things that won't.
Knowing that you're not well and that there is not a single thing I can do about it, that I can't take care of you, breaks my heart in a way that is beyond words. I care about you so deeply, and I want you to be ok, always. I want so badly to feed you soup and crackers and rub your back while you fall asleep, and I don't care if that's weird.