Tuesday, 27 December 2011 01:04
The holidays are upon us!!! Whatever you celebrate, I wish you all love, light and optimism for a beautiful new year.
And that being said, I think it's time to bust out the cocktails!!!
Here are three fun recipes for festive holiday drinks that make the most of the flavors of the season. Cheers, FoodDanceRomancers! Add a commentTuesday, 13 December 2011 15:19
The pictures online should have been a dead giveaway - a red flag, if you will. He’d posted two pictures in the same setting. They looked like they were in a photography studio of some sort, so I figured they’d been taken for work. Oh, the benefit of the doubt that used to get me in trouble! During our date, he told me that he’d had those pictures taken specifically for this dating website…
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Let’s call this guy Martin. Martin and I had been chatting a bit through our dating website of choice and over the phone about Californication and our mutual love of wine, so we decided a proper date was in order. Since we both enjoyed a good syrah, we settled on meeting for a glass of vino or two for our first date. He suggested Kazimierz in Old Town Scottsdale, which I’d never been to at the time but have frequented since. I loved that idea that it had a speakeasy feel, that it was this kind of secret space. We’d be regular bootleggers!
Add in that it was close to one of my favorite places to go salsa dancing, Pepin, and you’ve got yourself a fantastic date. I was ready!
No, I wasn’t.
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Who would’ve predicted that nursery rhymes would have real life application as we venture into adulthood? Funny how the rhyme “Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater” turned into the idiom “cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater” over the years, huh? Peter had a wife but couldn’t keep her, maybe because he found someone else with a more attractive pumpkin. Or maybe Peter’s wife was the saucy minx.
Yes, my friends, today we talk about cheating, an incredibly slippery topic and something I’m going to have a difficult time defining despite the title of this blog entry.
Add a commentThursday, 01 December 2011 15:44
For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to write a novel. Reading at three, looking forward to book fairs at nine, devouring books throughout high school and majoring in English and Creative Writing in college, it makes sense, right?
My first attempt at writing a “novel” occurred in fifth grade, I believe, and I wrote a story that was undoubtedly a fusion of my reading influences at the time, Goosebumps, Sweet Valley High and Christopher Pike, complete with a hunky lead mean, a jealous, psycho classmate armed with a baseball bat and first kisses at Prom. It was written on a yellow Steno pad and it was my pride and joy at the time. The only person I ever shared those words with was my grandma, who was my best friend and that person in my life who had the utmost confidence in my abilities. I’m pretty sure I still have those scraps of paper saved in a box somewhere in my closet.
My next attempt at writing a novel didn’t occur until after college. I felt like I was ready. I had studied the classics; I had read a bunch of books that were on the fringe; I had written research papers and analyzed poetry. Surely, this girl would be ready to write the next great American novel!
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