One of my new lunchtime obsessions is a big, heaping spoonful of ricotta cheese paired with tart slices of blood orange. Relatively healthy while at the same time filling; a win/win in my book.
I know to some folks this might fall on the opposite spectrum of “yummy” but I quite enjoy this concoction.
(pardon my wonky thumb in the photo but someone had to hold the Tupperware // this accompanied an artichoke & hearts of palm salad for my “total” lunch package))
John, the doorman, peeked his head into my parent’s apartment. He thanked my mom for the plate of food she sent down to him and informed us that there was…um, a situation
Hazel was stuck in the elevator (not by herself, obviously. She was on her way up from the lobby with one of my teenage cousins).
We ran down to the third floor and shouted up towards the ceiling (since the car was stuck between floors)
Hazel are you ok?
Just fine, Mom!
(she was cool as cucumber…that made me proud)
We tried, unsuccessfully, to pry the door open. And then we called the fire dept.Hazel, help is on the way!
Is it the firemen? Are they bringing the key?
(Actually, yes - on both accounts)
It didn’t take long for the fire engine to come barreling into the driveway. 4 firemen hopped out with a stretcher (which thankfully we didn’t need!) and came bounding up the stairs. A few minutes later, Thanksgiving was saved and about 35 minutes after the fiasco began, my daughter (and cousin) were freed!
What is not captured in this photo was the number of people standing in the vestibule as the elevator doors opened. When Hazel saw the men in uniform, the building’s engineers, a handful of family members and a very concerned Simon - I think she understood that this was not a “fun adventure.”
The next day, we came back to my parent’s place to pick up left-overs and as we stepped onto the elevator, Hazel raised her little eyebrows and held up her pointer finger and said to us in her most serious tone: You must be careful around alligators. I assume she meant elevator, but even if not - her statement holds true. :)
I have a feeling this will be one of those family holiday stories that is retold for years to come!
(photo credit: young Henry - fearless uncle and committed photog)
When I have a kid I hope he or she is this damn cool!
Had an amazing weekend starting with a massive and inspiring bootcamp session and ending with a feast of turkey, ham and potatoes. I’m very thankful this year for my family and our health, the roof over my head, my job, and my safety.
24 days till Christmas!
" Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place. "- Kurt Vonnegut
1. I’ve just started bootcamp - 3 naaaasty sessions a week for 5 weeks. Pray for me! I came third last in the fitness test which was a 6km obstacle course. I did so poorly that I was told there was no need for me to finish, they got a pretty good idea what group to put me in by the halfway point. That was fucking humbling. I’ve never been a runner and haven’t trained in running for over a year but I still somehow thought that being “strong” would see me make up some time on the obstacles. It seems not enough.
Oh well, I guess I can only get better from here!
2. On n awesome note, this means its 5 weeks until I can ask CrossFit Geelong to show me the ropes, and hopefully when the time comes I’ll be much more fit cardiovascularly (not a word?)! Having gone the last 6 or so months without it has just convinced me that I was on to a god thing, because I miss it so much and can’t wait to get back into a box and throw some heavy shit around!!