1) Today is the 41st anniversary of the Haunted Mansion in Disneyland.
2) In 1854, Henry David Thoreau's "Walden," which described Thoreau's experiences while living near Walden Pond in Massachusetts, was first published.
3) In 1969, actress Sharon Tate and four other people were found brutally slain at Tate's Los Angeles home; cult leader Charles Mansonand a group of his followers were later convicted of the crime.
So why didn’t anybody tell me last week was Shark Week? I planned on wearing my “live every week like its shark week” shirt, but now I’d just look like I missed the memo. Lame. Fun fact: It's a shark-eat-shark world ... sometimes even before the sharks are born. When some species' embryos begin to develop teeth, they eat their unborn brothers and sisters until one shark remains, an act known as intrauterine cannibalism.
That’s hard-core.
Ok so I suppose you want to read about food considering this is a food blog. Ok, I’ll oblige.
Last night for dinner the bf and I headed out to a local pizza place with one of his long lost friends and his wife. The joint is called Blind Onion. I didn’t take any pics though because I didn’t want to look like a weirdo, but we ordered a pitcher of Shock Top and a Large Carnivore. It was divine. The pizza had pepperoni, Italian sausage, Canadian bacon, linguisa, and salami. I had 1 slice and about 1 ½ beers. I was still pretty full from all of my cookie tasting and sushi gorging, but a sane woman doesn’t pass up pizza I don’t care how full you are.
This morning I enjoyed some much needed coffee with grapefruit and a chocolate almond milk infused oat creation.
Lunch was heavy on the veggies, just the way I like it. I’ve still been trying to work my way through the bags and bags of fresh tomatoes my parents gave me, so every meal seems to include them.
This one was no exception. In the mix: tomatoes, bell pepper, laughing cow, whole wheat pita, ¾ c egg white, squirt of ketchup.
Snacks were a mini whole wheat bagel with a laughing cow (unpictured), and some of this:
Let me start by saying that I was in the work kitchen area minding my own beeswax, when suddenly this beauty was unveiled. So I’m like many women, a straight up lover of all things chocolate and cake.
A co-worker inquired “Aren’t you going to have some?”
To which I replied, “No, no.”
“Why is that?” I was asked.
“O because I’m not a big fan of Pillsbury frosting.”
“I think it’s homemade, how can you tell it’s Pillsbury?”
“I can smell it.”
This is legitimately how the conversation went. I mean I didn’t lie. I have an excellent sense of smell and I don’t like certain frostings.
But in the end, Swan Lake ate her cake.
Every. Last. Crumb.
On another note, today is the official official start to half-marathon training. Whoo Hoo! I’m scheduled to do some cross training so by golly that’s what I’m doing. Then some weights, then some Gatsby walking, then some more cookie eating.
I also have an exciting weekend planned that I’ll talk more about later this week, so stay tuned.
I can’t be the only one who has a heightened sense of smell! Anyone else? If so what can you sniff out from a mile away?
