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I just have to let it run its course…

This little know fact that only most closest associates are privy to, is bizarre and common at the same time. I guess you could call it obsession – or you could call it hungry. I get on kicks with certain foods i.e. Nordstrom’s Tomato Basil Soup, Houndog’s Pizza, Fillipi’s, Phad Thai, etc..etc…for a short length of time – usually two to four weeks. My binges range from three to five times a week, but never has it reached the magnitude that my most recent addiction has. For some strange reason i cannot get a hold of myself when it comes to consuming four or five servings of hummus at the Happy Greek Restaurant. I have seriously eaten there five days in a row. This recent obsession isn’t as violent as my others in the past – usually the addiction comes to a frightening climax when i break down and try and get the recipe and make a months supply all for myself just in case i cannot get over to the Happy Greek on weekdays…this has happened before and it wasn’t pretty. Mrs. Parks is patient and goes along most days to get my fix – she shakes her head every time in disbelief – i tell her “just let it run its course honey…”

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cool as a cucumber

i am currently in the fabulous town of naples, florida, and enjoying every second of it!  especially dinner last night…we went to tommy bahama’s and feasted on some delectable seafood treats while drinking artistic cocktails and being serenaded by live music.  it was perfect.  you know what was the most perfect part?  well, aside from the company (mom and andrea!), i would have to say the “cool as a cucumber” martini.  does anyone have the recipe for this amazingly refreshing drink?  it’s my new favorite! 

 anyway, i guess i should go back to bed.  my internal alarm clock is set for 7:15, so i woke up to write about cucumber martinis and now i’m going back to bed!!!  good morning and good night!

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Drink, eat and be merry – but mostly drink

There has been so many holistic alternative medicines and therapy these days, that it seems easy to dismiss all of them as just another scam to get a health conscience public’s money. Maybe one in a hundred provide any kind of benifits, and those are probably too minute to notice in any sort of tangible, life improving way. There are countless diets and supplements all claiming that they hold the secret ingredient that will make your life longer, more enjoyable, and more fulfilling…well, here yet is another one.

The idea of the French Paradox – being how does a society of people with such a high intake of saturated fats have such a low rate of heart disease and other related diseases??? The answer is in their daily wine consumption. These people drink – I mean DRINK. What they drink is red wine by the gallon. Featured in Fortune magazine last month was an article dealing with a certain ingredient called Resveratrol a phytoalexin produced by several plants and especially any vine type grape bearing plants. It is found in the skins of red grapes but not nearly enough apparently to ward off any kind of coronary heart disease – so they say…they do make concentrated supplements of it however – that are currently being developed into semi-wonder drugs. The idea thus far, is that Resveratrol can stunt the aging process. Given in strong enough doses, it can prolong life 20% – so the theory goes. The studies have also found (through mice) that it wards off weight gain and ignites cellular regeneration that in theory in humans, could reverses the aging process and be used as a cancer treatment in the future. Not only will stop the cancer but actually reverses it through a process that induces apoptosis, which means it may kill cancer cells.

I know people with Cancer, as i’m sure everyone has known or knows someone presently, so i am always curious what kind of treatment is on the horizon. You never know…

Now I am prone to get caught up in this type of thing so take it with a grain of salt…but I’m definitely increasing my wine consumption! Read the Fortune article here – they are much more informative and articulate…enough so to make me want to write a post on it…interesting stuff though…


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fruits ‘n memories

at the moment, i am in naples with my mom and her parents; my grandparents. my parents have a beautiful place here, and i decided to accompany them down for the weekend before i start my LAST semester of law school (thank god!). the last couple of nights, i’ve gone virtually without sleep. there is something sad and life-changing going on, and i will talk of it later when i feel that i finally have the right words for it. for this moment, however, i am once again an insomniac and decided to do something with this eerie 3-4 a.m. time slot rather than lie awake, staring at the ceiling and trying my best to numb my thoughts.

today my mom and i stopped over at the grocery store. we just got into town and needed to stock up on the basics (which of course included such staples as jalapeno cheese tofurky dogs, weight watchers carrot cake bites and some delicious looking havarti cheese), when, in the midst of the produce section, a delightful aroma caught our senses. i couldn’t quite place it at first – you know, when you just know something so well that the name actually escapes your mind? my mom was experiencing the same sensation. we sniffed around like a couple of bloodhounds hot on a trail, and ended up nose to fruit with some peaches. the aroma was heavenly – i know it sounds like a huge exaggeration, but sometimes a powerful scent can truly transcend time. after all, scent connects us to our past; the smells of christmas, the smell of pie baking at grandma’s – it really takes you back. that’s when i remembered the best peach i’ve ever had.

it was a hot summer in france – in nice, to be exact. we (my best friend, her younger sister, and i) were staying at an adorable bed and breakfast on the coast of the french riviera. our first morning there, we ventured down to the open market, where we bought fruits and cheese and fresh bread and pastries. we returned back to our room to stash our extra treats before hopping on a bus to antibes, leaving a simple peach on a table basked in sunlight. when we returned home later that day, i picked up the peach, now warm, and took a bite. PERFECTION!!! it was the juciest, most succulent, sweetest taste i’ve ever tased. sort of like hot peach cobbler, but better.

so i relayed this story to my mom, as we snatched up peaches, and i got to thinking…the cherries in istanbul, the waffles and falfafel in amsterdam, the vinegar fries in brugges, the gazpacho in barcelona, the curry in london, the watermelon in naxos, the mashed up thing in budapest…the list goes on, and it continues into my own hometown – our favorite pizza and phad thai and ahi…then i started to wonder whether i have too intimate a relationship with food, or whether it’s normal to remember places by not only architectural and artistic landmarks (and people encountered), but by scent and taste?

well, normal or not, it’s what i do. at least i can always be the person to consult when deciding where to get a bite to eat. and i find that to be some very useful information to carry around!!! time to check out, i have a peach to rate…

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