Have you ever woken up one morning and before you even opened your eyes, your mind started racing about all the things you could do with your day?
This is pretty much me, every Saturday. Because there are so many fun things to do, some of my no-plans Saturdays look like:
1) Park with the dog
4) Shopping/Reading new favorite book/Sitting by the pool
5) Wining with friends
6) Spending time with husband
7) Walking the dog
Some of my no-plans Saturdays are more like:
1) Walk the dog
2) Faceplant on the couch
3) Walk to the fridge, eat string cheese
4) Velcro backside to recliner
5) Walk to the fridge, eat whatever ice cream you have squirreled away
6) Look at text messages, reply to none
7) Faceplant on the couch
But all the while I’m watching those streaming VERONICA MARS episodes, I’m also thinking, in the back of my mind, “You’re not reading the classics, you’re not reading at all, you’re not writing anything, you’re not doing anything to better yourself, you’re just sitting here. What are you doing exactly?”
OK, maybe not exactly when I’m watching V-Mars because she is ree-dic-cue-less-lee awesome, but generally, when I’m watching TV. Because there is a lot of TV. I can’t watch it all. I will never go back and finish watching Dexter. I have maybe seen one episode of House, and I’m totally cool with it.
And there are a lot of books. I can’t read them all, no matter how much I may want to.
So how to pick what you will do? How to choose how you will spend your days? Do you guard the ones without plans as jealously as you guard the ones with? Are you comfortable sitting at home with yourself? Are you too comfortable sitting at home with yourself? It’s a fine line to walk between never doing anything and doing everything, with being friends with yourself first.
So you make choices and you spend every minute you can doing all the things you can to make it count.
Because, you know, life is one big present. And you should be excited about it.
If you want a good indication of how far Huntington has come in terms of cultural progress over the past few years, the best place to look is Heritage Station. During the last decade, it was mostly known for its flagship restaurants that rotated out every few years (if they lasted that long). Now, it’s part of a downtown revitalization that I hazard to guess hasn’t been quite as promising since my grandmother used to go to the large department stores downtown. When all of those stores moved to the Barboursville Mall, things became a little rough for shopowners downtown. Downtown suffered.
Enter Pullman Square, which is one block over from Heritage Station. It took a while for it to find its groove, to get its customer base figured out, but I think it’s done a pretty good job of starting something wonderful.
But one of the most telling signs that things are really looking up downtown is that we now have our VERY OWN FOOD TRUCK. Chickpeas Mediterranean Grill has come online recently, and was parked at Heritage Station last night. Despite the rain, they had a steady flow of business.
When the owner asked if we wanted our food to go and we said yes, she asked if we came down to Heritage Station just to get her food. We again told her yes. She literally fistpumped inside the truck. It was great. She was very gracious, thanking us for supporting the truck.
So off we went with our baba ganoush, chicken shawarma, and falafel.
The wraps were made fresh as we stood there. The chicken was shaved off of its broiler as we watched (spinning meat — always a treat). They have other side options, too, such as hummus, and vegan grape leaves (yum!).
Baba ganoush, if you’ve never had it, is basically the texture of hummus, but it’s made with eggplant, so the flavor is more complex and smokier almost.
Falafels are deep fried chickpeas and other spices, generally. I’m not sure what she put in hers, but I liked it. I may go for the spicy option next time, though. We were both offered it on our wraps and declined.
Chicken shawarma is shaved, broiled chicken.
Both of the wraps had a tomato, cucumber, and tzatziki sauce on them.
Also, one of the best perks for us millennials is they accept Square payments, so you don’t have to carry cash.
So I recommend hunting them down the next time you’re downtown for dinner and hankering for something a little different to delight your tastebuds. I’m not sure of their schedule, but you can find up-to-date information about where they’ll be parked on their Facebook page.
Best of luck to Chickpeas, and I hope this is just the first of many successful food truck endeavors in Huntington.
What is your favorite restaurant to open in Huntington in the last 3 years? Have you checked out Chickpeas yet?
One of life’s small pleasures is finding something unique in an unexpected place.
My husband and I went for a date night on Friday. We were going to go to the movies, but on a whim, decided to go for a country drive instead. We moved into a new county last summer, and we still don’t know all of the roads. So we went out a winding, twisting road and that led to another twisting road, and another. Until we came out to the edge of a nearby town, and saw this, which we couldn’t resist climbing:
It is built onto the top of an overhang, where you can see Kentucky and Ohio.
The sunset was perfect:
At the base of the hill was probably the most unique feature, though, the Haunted Tunnel. Definitely something I want to check out this Halloween (even though I am a total scaredy-cat, I still love haunted houses and such):
Just those few hours away from everything with no set destination in mind really helped to clear my head from the workweek.
I also have a bit of blogging news to announce this week. Starting next month, I will begin a regular monthly guest blog for our local market, The Wild Ramp. I’m very excited to work with them to share new ideas and learn about the local food economy.
I will probably have a few blogs with recipes in them when we get rolling, so I think today would be a perfect day to start with that. I’ve been drinking my breakfast a lot lately. Smoothies have become a regular staple in our house. I usually make enough for two smoothies so I can either freeze one to drink later or make enough for both my husband and me.
This week, I’ve made this particular concoction a few times and it is delicious:
2 cups almond milk
2 cups frozen blueberries
1 cup mango
1/2 cored fresh apple (skin on)
some honey to taste (how can you really effectively measure honey?)
1 tbs chia seeds
I hope you like it as much as I do!
Questions of the week:
What are your favorite date night activities? Where is your favorite place to take a lazy drive?
I spend a lot of time with my fuzzy beasts. So much time that, as a 29-year-old woman, of course I frequently wonder what they are thinking. In order of neediness, they are as follows:
I’ve been an animal lover my entire life. I cried when I watched Blackfish. I brake for turtles on the road and help them across (recent development, but hey, I’m claiming it.)
ASPCA commercials make me so anxious I have to change the channel, and I basically cringe at the sound of Sarah McLachlan now. (Funny-slash-sad story I went to see Sarah once when we lived in Louisville and the two women in front of us wailed — WAILED – actually, sort of brayed — during most of her set. Finally they got up and left. It was a bit distracting.)
On a long weekend like this one where we don’t have any particular plans, I end up taking Ripley for lots of walks, and we spend quite a bit of time in the backyard near the pool.
This is turn causes the middle child, Ollie, to stand at the backdoor and cry. He cries as if he’s been abandoned, like all he’s ever wanted to do is come outside into the sunlight, into freedom.
When I let him outside, what does he promptly do? He runs over to the grass (or maybe even the lilies, which are toxic to cats, btw) and starts scarfing it down. Grass, grass, grass, munch, munch, munch. Give him 30 minutes, and it’s regurgitated all over the dining room floor (precisely on the edge of the new rug, we couldn’t be bothered to do it on the hardwood or one of the old rugs — nope).
So after a day outside, maybe mulching or weeding or cleaning the garage, a lot of times you just want to chill. But generally, this one’s energy never seems to be depleted:
When I first got her in 2012, I was training for the Marshall half-marathon. I would take her on my practice runs, going anywhere from 3-5 miles, several times of week. It didn’t phase her. Like, at all. I came to realize that I would never be able to tire this dog out.
So we live with it. We try to get her as much activity as possible, and of course I have the Mommy Guilt from working a full-time job. I guess with human children they eventually go to school and the guilt is somewhat abated. With The Dog, she is always a baby child.
They are so excited when you come through the door, it makes you wonder what it is they do all day. Do they have rounds of Street Fighter-style matches? Do they snuggle and read recent literary classics?
Regardless, they all hate Mondays. I think they allow themselves to forget, just for a day or so, that we have jobs that need attending, and the getting-ready routine of Monday always inspires literal huffs and hiding of faces in the pillows.
I guess they think if they hide their faces, they don’t have to acknowledge the weekend is over.
I’m right there with ya, Rip.
So maybe I’m closing in on 30, but I still like to color. Every since I was old enough to clutch a crayon, nothing is quite like opening a fresh 64-pack. (Or maybe even the 96-pack, which is pretty standard these days but was like the Range Rover of Crayola boxes in grade school.)
I was that child who outlined her drawings and then colored in. Methodical. Testing the different pinks to find the EXACT shade of pink necessary.
Every child has an answer for what they want to be when they grow up. True story: My answer was that I was going move to FRANCE (Paris, specifically, obviously), and I was going to wear a beret and I was going to be ARTISTE. Specifically, I was going to paint on the streets of Paris. I think I saw Bugs Bunny do it once. Or some other cartoon. When you’re three years old, inspiration comes from anywhere.
But the point of all of this is that I went to Toys”R”Us last night. I got two (count ‘em — two) coloring books (Disney princess [I reserve the right to blog about the sociopolitical gender narratives in this coloring book at a later date] and Dreamworks all stars).
But frankly, TOYS ARE SO MUCH COOLER THESE DAYS.
It was really hard to find the coloring books, and I know why. Who wants to color when you have Project Runway toys?
OK, honestly, I want those Project Runway things. There were stencils in those books. So you layer the stencils in your sketchbook and make some very editorial looks. Heidi would be so proud.
And then there’s Angelina Jolie. Sorry about how terrible this picture is, but she was in a box so sticky, grubby fingers can’t touch her porcelain face.
I haven’t seen Maleficent yet, but it’s definitely on my list.
Then there was the Britney Spears doll from the Simpsons.
Ah, the 90′s.
She was popular in the 90′s, right? This is how you know you’re old. Your decades start running together.
And then there’s Smurfette. Is there a new Smurfs movie coming out?
I post this picture only because I ALSO had a Smurfs doll when I was a wee lass. (Second only to my beloved Rainbow Brite dolls.) But my Smurfette doll was one that someone had actually made for me. It was sewn together and her hair was made out of yellow yarn. I totally used to hang her out the window all the time. In the 80′s, I think car seats were basically just for babies. If you wore a diaper, you had to be in the car seat. Now you have kids in car seats until they get their driver’s licenses practically.
But I used to let Smurfette hang out the window. She would sway in the wind. Sometimes I would drop her, and we would have to stop the car and go back and get her. Basically, early physics experiments for me. And human psychology experiments. Successful on both fronts.
And these are just the boring toys at Toys”R”Us. If I had an iPad, would I ever bother to dangle Smurfette to within an inch of her life on the innumerable trips to the Huntington Mall? Nope, probably not. And therefore I would know much less about how to pick pieces of hay and grass and rocks out of yellow yarn hair. Critical life skills.
I still would go be an ARTISTE in ol’ Paris (Paree) if anyone wants to commission me. But I can’t promise that my paintings are any good. (They are definitely, definitely not.)
I was always in a hurry to grow up.
Now that I’m grown up, there are things that I miss so much — the comforts and innocence you have when you are young and are so blissfully unaware that you even have anything so precious. Things like…
Catching lightning bugs in a jar.
The stars in the sky, so bright that you think they really aren’t that far away after all.
The moon, when you can see the outline of its dark side.
The way people say “liar,” so it rhymes with “far.”
The noises the whippoorwills make in the morning.
A teacher who really wants you to memorize your multiplication tables.
Bacon frying and popping.
Neighbors who have seen you grow up and remember you in diapers.
The way the squirrels and bunnies hop away from you — just when you think you are actually going to be able to lay a finger on them.
The paint chipping away on the swing.
The smell of grease and tires and paint in the garage.
Going to the beauty shop on Fridays with Mamaw.
And sitting under the dryer with rollers in my hair, where my feet can’t even touch the floor.
… They just swing.
… and swing.
Cuddling kittens when they are still so small and squeaky.
Reading “Goosebumps” books under the sugar maple in the summertime.
Making up stories about horses and monsters and who knows what and reading them to anyone who would listen.
A few months ago, I posted my first “It’s Friday, I’m in Love” blog. It was nearing the end of a terrible, bitter winter here on the East Coast/Mid-Atlantic/Heartland/Ohio Valley (yes, we have an identity crisis here, but it’s not our fault).
It was one of those winters where the pipes froze and it was physically painful to walk to the end of the driveway because the wind chill was below zero.
But now! Now the tides have turned!
Now, it’s summer!
I’m in a slightly different head space than I was in February.
Spending time with friends, spending time outside.
So what am I in love with this Friday?
Yes, I know this show has been on for several years. Yes, I also know that my husband and several of my friends have been watching it faithfully for that time, as well. I’ve seen some episodes here and there, but it seems like the type of show that you enjoy exponentially more if you watch it from the beginning and let the layers build.
A recent discussion brought it to the forefront of my consciousness, so I’m hitting it up on Amazon Prime right now.
I’m devouring the first season, and it’s the best kind of drama. Also, because it takes place in Lexington, a lot of the culture is familiar to me — the horses, the gun culture, and the family members who have more family members crawling out of the word work.
Plus, there’s this:
Not a bad way to spend 4 hours.
2) Laurie’s Kitchen salsa from the Wild Ramp
There’s a local community-supported grocery store here in Huntington called The Wild Ramp. Basically, The Wild Ramp has local producers that supply its products, so that more of the money stays in the surrounding area. Last year, they organized a CSA, which was my first experience with getting fresh vegetables every week and making my meals around whatever showed up in my bag. It was both a fun and frustrating experience, but now that I’ve settled into more of a routine at home and at work, I think I would really like to take part in it again. Plus, I’ve really been expanding my veggie repertoire in the last year, so I would welcome the challenge at finding new dishes.
But anyway — The Wild Ramp has been a runaway success and they recently expanded their space. They have a beautiful new space down on West 14th Street that is larger and more accessible. I visited for the first time today and bought some salsa made by Laurie’s Kitchen.
It is — bar none — the best salsa I’ve ever had. You should not continue reading this post. You should go get some. If you like tomatoes, or pasta sauce, or even ketchup, that is close enough for me to determine you would like this sauce.
Stop. Reading. Now.
3) My new anthropologie skirt
If you’re still reading, I really like my new anthropologie skirt I purchased last weekend:
4) The lightning bugs down the lane from my house
I love lightning bugs. They are summer to me. They twinkle and wink and almost sing with their fiery little butts.
I was walking my dog a couple of nights ago and it was quite dark outside. Our neighbor’s yard has thicket of trees surrounding it in the front. And the way they were lighting up was magic. Pure magic. It seemed perfectly choreographed, like a Britney Spears concert in the trees.
My husband was with me, and we stood in awe. We’d never seen anything like it.
The last couple of nights, the fireflies were there, but they weren’t dancing and talking to each other like they were that night. I don’t know if I’ll ever see it again, but I know I’ll remember it. It was as if I was in a feature motion picture.
5) Eleanor and Park
I’d been hearing whispers about this book by Rainbow Rowell — my friend said she’d heard good things, I read about it on a blog, and it kept popping up on recommended lists.
Eleanor and Park is a teenage love story. I love young adult fiction anyway, but the details of this story made it even better. It was set in the 80′s, and they discussed pop culture (especially music and comics) extensively. I also liked that Eleanor was in a different social class from Park, which added a layer of intrigue, as usually the girl is the one who is scooping up the less popular boy.
But that’s all I’ll give away. I recommend checking it out if you remember high school as at all awkward, or even if you didn’t, read this and find out what everyone else was pretty much thinking all the time.
What about you? What are you in love with this weekend? What are you reading, eating, watching, doing?