34

The trip to Kansas went well. I successfully brined a turkey, all siblings and family were well-visited and we took advantage of the great exchange rate. Although maybe I should have made more use of that as I stand in front of my wardrobe and bemoan not buying that cute $12 camisole at tar-jay or that beautiful $40 sweater at express. Hate my clothes. Hate my clothes. (Actually like most my clothes, just feeling uninspired).

Since our return I turned 34 and we celebrated in true thirtysomething fashion: sushi, Japanese beer and falling asleep in front of Seinfeld DVDs at 11:30. Blame the early night on the jetlag.

In other news, I have resurrected the ole Laptop Lunchbox and am enjoying lunching on food I like and not MSG-laden cafeteria food or overpriced mediocrity.

Did I mention that the Seinfeld DVD set is autographed by none other than Mr. Jerry Seinfeld himself? What would I do without the Guitar Hero? Yes, I'm lucky.

Good and bad

Some completely non-life-changing good and bad stuff from the past few days:

First, the bad: Veronica Mars got cancelled. Which sucks. Why oh why do TPTB have to hate us so much? Will the Guitar Hero and I be stuck watching According to Jim come fall?

And the good: My cooking hormones have kicked in again. Finally mastered a hummus recipe, baked some chocolate chip cookie bars AND made a kick-ass rice salad that you should go make now. Seriously. It's just rice, chickpeas, celery, dried cranberries, pumpkin seeds, tomatoes and parsley with a dressing of tahini, olive oil and lemon juice. So simple, yet so delicious. It's the type of salad that's perfect for a laptop lunchbox.

Now should I torture the Guitar Hero tomorrow with the fresh asparagus I picked up at the market?