This has been one of those weeks....

where every day feels like "tomorrow's Friday". My garbage goes out on Thursday night and I went to put it out last night (Wednesday night). Thankfully, I realized before I started, or the neighbors would have thought I had one too many glasses of wine. We'd hate to have that. Tommy (my husband, Tom for short, when he's being an asshole) has been working a lot and my son, Patrick, has been missing him. Last night I say, "don't worry, buddy, tomorrow's Friday, and the weekend will be here, so Dad will be home". He was like "lady, you're a total fail at Mom, it's only Wednesday".  He didn't say that exactly, but he wasn't pleased with my confusion.  There's more, but I don't need to bore you with all the near misses. Thank God I was able to pull myself together to get this VERY important blog post out in time. All 6 of you are saved. And now you know it's Thursday, too. Unless you're reading this on Friday, in which case, you're fucked. 




What's to drink....

Me and Kim go way back. I have brought her many places with me, including a case of her to Long Beach Island, last year, when none of said case made it on the return trip off the island. In my humble opinion, she is best served in a red solo cup, with a ton of ice, and best drank (is that a word) illegally, discreetly, while sitting your ass on a beach chair on the NJ shore.  Cheers!

Kim Crawford Sauvignon Blanc 

What's to eat....

Honestly, I had a bunch of shit in my produce drawer that I had to use. So I did this. Listen, a frittata is not going to be as good as it's cousin, the quiche, so don't go comparing the two. Stacking anything up against pie crust is bullshit. Nobody wins against pie crust. Regardless, I think this came out pretty good.

What to do with all this shit frittata

-Heat oven to 350 degrees

- Mix 8 whole eggs and a splash of milk

- Salt and pepper to taste

-Spray a large oven-proof skillet with non-stick spray

-Heat over medium heat

-Add egg mixture and let cook for 2-3 minutes, until it starts to settle a bit

-Add all the shit you have in your produce drawer

-1 cup roasted red pepper

-1 cup roasted eggplant

-2 scallions, chopped

-1 tbsp Pecorino Romano cheese

-Move frittata (carefully) to oven and cook 10-15 minutes or until set

-Top with basil that you no longer have to steal from neighbor because your Mom bought you some of your own.

Working on my laser hair removal....

You guys, I know I should probably write something about fitness, as the blog says "food, wine, fitness, and fun", but there is just so much other fun shit to write about first. A quick (boring update)..my chin ups still suck, I'm working on it.  I'm back at crossfit, I'm dying on the daily, but loving it. Ok, now onto the pursuit of being a hairless sphynx.  Over the course of time, women have gone to great lengths to be hairless. That sentence screams for a gross comment, but I am a lady and will move on. I am fully aware there are women out there that choose to keep their body hair, and I fully support these women, it's just not for me. So, after years of shaving, and sweating, and swearing through waxing, I decided to bite the laser bullet. Here's how it goes, much like a wax, you go into a (always boiling hot for some fucking reason) room, disrobe, and hop onto the paper-covered table.  They'll tell you the paper is there for sanitary reasons, but I know it's just there to stick to your ass once you start sweating profusely.  Your laser lady (or man, I guess, but thankfully I haven't run into that) will then give you a set of glasses to wear to protect your eyes from the laser ray that they will be shooting at your nether regions.  It is my firm belief that the laser girl should, at this time, also give you a bite block, but I haven't run into that yet, either.  Laser lady will aim her laser at your nether regions and fire away. This will feel much like a very thick rubber band that is being snapped onto your skin, and the rubber band is on fire.  There is this cool air that simultaneously blows at you with the laser so that does help, but mainly it's more rubber band on fire than cool breeze. Luckily, it's very quick, probably less than 10 minutes, and they give you breathers. I imagine this to be something like a safe word they use in S & M, but you and your laser lady can discuss before you start. I am 3 sessions in (all 6 weeks apart) and I am very happy with the results, thus far. You do have to stay on schedule for it to work, and you can't be tan...so plan on starting after the summer. I have been asked multiple times about "not having hair" when I get old. My only answer is that if a full bush becomes en vogue then I guess I'm screwed, but we can just put that in the IDGAFJ (I don't give a fuck jar) along with having stretch marks and wearing a bikini. And as for the pain, it really isn't THAT bad. The result outweighs the fiery rubber band. And as my Mom used to tell me, while putting those medieval, spiky curlers in my hair as a kid, and then making me sleep on them..."sometimes it hurts to be beautiful". No shit, Mams, no shit.

Wishing you ALL of the Good Stuff.

XO

Tara

P.S. Just FYI, it's way less expensive to get laser hair removal in NYC and it does get easier/less painful with each time you go. So the "on fire rubber band" thing will move to more like a minor electrocution or shock.  To your vagina. Nothing we can't handle.