My Shameful Bosom



I had a job interview several weeks ago. I won’t name the employeer. It’s a contract gig, so technically they would be my client.
I had two seperate interview’s with two different groups of people.
Both went well. However, after the second interview with all men, I had the following conversation went with the recruiter.

Recruiter: “Sharay, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?” Continue reading “My Shameful Bosom”

Wine in the land of ???

That was my reaction too!
“If you like Pina Colada’s….”

So those who know me, know that I am passionate about food and particularly food and wine pairing. There is nothing better when something that tastes pretty good on it’s own is elevated into an entirely different level when yin, food and yang, wine are brought together for a perfect pairing.

To me, having a glass of wine with a meal is just a natural thing. Maybe I should be living in Europe where this practice is deeply rooted in the culture, unlike the U.S., where there are merely pockets of this accepted practice. It’s sad really.

Instead, people including friends and family, raise an eyebrow when I have a glass of wine with a meal or when I am watching the sun set sitting in the hay with my husband and my kid, dogs, cat and ponies.

I don’t get it???? I even had a friend today call me a “Wino.” I know it was tongue and cheek, but it got me thinking.
Why is it not as accepted in our society to pair wine, beer, cocktails, whatever your preference with a meal, as it is in other countries?
Did it start with Puritans when they landed here on the Mayflower? Who gets to decide what is acceptable and not acceptable for an entire culture?
Very complicated questions when you really start to think about it.

Maybe it’s because like with everything else, Americans also drink alcohol in excess. We overindulge making it oh so much easier for those finger shakers to vigorously shake.

Living here in Utah makes partaking especially awkward.
Alcohol consumption of any kind is frowned upon by the prevailing faith here.
It really creates such an odd feeling. You sort fell shame, which is complete and utter B.S. and you know this, yet you can’t help but feel like you are being naughty and should be ashamed. It’s a very conflicting thing.
It’s hard to explain unless you have lived elsewhere and then live here.

Now, excuse me while I go have a glass of wine. “It’s only 11:20am” you say? You do realize they have wine with EVERY meal in Europe right?
Fine, I will wait until 5pm.
Damn peer pressure!

Where is this coming from???

That was my reaction too!
That was my reaction too!

I think my dark dreams have really taken a new and very twisted turn.
Hillary Clinton and me in……how do I delicately put this…….in an encounter in her bedroom. OMG!!!!!!

This is so random and disturbing. I mean, Hillary Clinton??? Come On!!
Not my first choice if I was gay.

I won’t go into details and frankly, don’t think I could stomach it anyways.

My Garden

This is my second year growing a garden here where I live. I don’t count the first year. That didn’t go so well.

We had lived in a home in downtown Salt Lake that was built in 1908.

Downtown Salt Lake house

This was an amazing house with an amazing, well established yard. The soil was unbelievable. It didn’t take much effort to grow gorgeous, bountiful tomatoes.

Downtown Salt Lake house - Backyard

So when we moved to our new house that already had a front and back yard in need of real help, growing just tomatoes and herbs was not kind of an afterthought.

Lake Point backyard before.

The soil was clay. Hard as a rock. But, I tried and within weeks, my plants were choked.
I was bummed. No fresh summer tomatoes.

Luckily the next year, my hubby tilled, hauled in a ton of riolite (sand) and compost and then tilled some more to try to break up the clay.

This year, the soil was even better.
I decided to go beyond my usual tomatoes and herbs and try my hand at some other veggies.

I only have a couple of tomato plants that I actually planted, but I have tomatoes coming up everywhere because we tilled in the plants from last year. Probably not the best idea.

I have the usual herbs: sweet and thai basil, oregano, sage, rosemary and then I thought I would try some tarragon.

I decided to try growing some arugula, beets, chard, fennel, leeks, peas, spinach and zucchini.

My beets and peas

Garden Arugula

So far, it’s worked out pretty well.

I plan on coming up with recipes using the booty / bounty, whatever, from my garden and posting it all here.
Check out the Beet Risotto that I made last night. It was amazing and yes, I am gloating.

More garden delights to come.

Beets are your friend

My first garden beets

I know there are many out there who don’t like beets. Not me. I loved them when I was a kid and still love them.
I decided to plant some in my garden this year. OMG, they are amazing. I am going to double my plantings of these jeweled beauties next year. I planted the “Early Wonder” variety.

They are not a huge beet when mature: only 2-3 inches. But, what they lack in size they make up for in flavor.
Not only are they gorgeous, but you can pretty much eat the whole plant. Which I did last night in this beet and beet green risotto. Continue reading “Beets are your friend”

A Little Freaked Out

This whole Swine Flu thing is freaking me out today.
They just confirmed several cases here in Utah and that has just a hit a little too close to home for me.
I think I am going into lock down mode.

 

Am I overreacting considering I have a 7 month old baby? 

 

Greg flew home from Vegas last night and some dumb ass on the shuttle sneezed several times without covering his mouth and nose.
First of all WHO THE HELL DOES THAT?  And secondly, how effing stupid are you?
Considering this sneeze incident, I am even more paranoid now.
Does anyone know how long after exposure symptoms can show up?

UPDATE: This is helpful – http://tiny.cc/jq1xy

 

Did I mention I was freaked out?

Panzanella – AKA Bread Salad – My Favorite

So I am not the best bread maker in the world.  Honestly it’s rare I end up with a picture perfect loaf. Most of the time I end up with loaves that have fallen, especially when I try an all whole wheat. Sometimes I make a perfect door stop. Anyway, needless to say I have disposable bread on hand. That’s were this yummy salad comes in.
I personally think it’s better with the whole wheat. It gets a really rich flavor when you toast it up.

 

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Welcome to your new life.

Starting my day by heading to Wal-Mart with a baby in tow is not where I thought I would be right now.
My job, like so many others already have, has ended. I am not really dealing with it very well.
A job has never defined me really, but it has given me purpose. It’s given me power. It’s given me confidence.
I have always been able to provide for myself and while my family will be fine, I don’t like giving up that power. I feel vulnerable and frankly, weak. Not words I like to define myself by.
Look, I know there are many out there that say mothering is the most difficult job there it. I am not going to argue that at all. It’s a bitch sometimes. You give up freedom, SLEEP, spontaneity, showers on a regular basis, a sex life, etc. I know that I have a job raising Livi and that it’s more important than anything else I can be doing right now, but why don’t I believe that yet? I SUCK.
Why do I respect other homemaker’s but yet don’t want that title? Maybe I am just lying to myself when I say that I do. Again, I seriously SUCK.
Welcome to your new life.

Seriously?
Seriously?