Thanks for the Help

Yesterday we received a box from Norm's mom that had Christmas presents. As usual, we opened the box, took the wrapped presents out and placed them under our tree.

I am going to go ahead and admit that Cali and Pellet were particularly interested on the packages that came out of the box... for a split second I hesitated putting them under the tree. "Nothing is going to happen" "quit being paranoid" I told myself. So naturally they rushed to the tree to sniff the boxes and naturally I yelled "NO!" and naturally they moved along.

This afternoon when I got home from work, I found this:

Obviously  I don't know what's inside the other boxes, but I'd say that out of all the options, the koozies were the most practical to bust into. Now we can go ahead and give them an early start usage!

Dining Experience

A while back I read an article about the difference on "eating out" and having a "dining experience". It basically relayed a message along the lines of when "eating out" you go to the restaurant, eat and move along with your life and when having a "dining experience" you take in the whole meal with all your senses, a dining experience would be one that you would learn from, cherish, and all those good things.

Well, the other day, we went to this place for dim sum. It all started by our friends (and Norm) explaining to me what dim sum was... "oh! like Chinese tapas! got it. let's go there!" so we did...  We walked into a large rectangular room that was intriguingly decorated in Asian decor - the "stage" had painted dragons as backdrops, there were chandeliers throughout the restaurant and the tables had those heavy duty vinyl covered table clothes are are made for easy wiping.  

Two reasons I kept the snob inside of me, well, inside of me and decided to embrace eating there. One was the fact that the friends had been there before and had nothing but awesome comments about the food. Two was the fact that this Asian restaurant was full of Asian customers (I wouldn't eat in a Peruvian restaurant that wasn't good.... you get the point).

We sat down and quickly, Brazilian steakhouse style, servers started approaching our table offering little plates of food that was either fried or slimy. If they mentioned "pork" or "bacon" the plate was immediately off the server's cart and on our table. 

I have no pictures because honestly the food wasn't pretty, but it sure was tasty. 

After we stuffed our faces with pork, bread, slimy textures, fritters and various rice dishes, we walked out paying $60 for four adults.

Although the restaurant and the food is far from fancy, I consider eating at this place not only a dining experience but a cultural one too. I ate chicken feet. 

Alive

We are alive.

I think a year of hotel jobs is catching up to us.

It's not that I don't have ideas to blog about... it's just that when I get home in the evening, all I can think about is: putting on my pj's, fixing something to eat, and playing Bejeweled Blitz.

Halloween, White Vinegar & Other Randomness

I have the urge to go ahead and announce to the world (for those who care to read, at least) that White Vinegar is awesome. I think it's so awesome that I unconsciously capitalized it just then (or maybe it's the 50+ hour work weeks I've been putting in writing Banquet Event Orders Where we Capitalize Just About Every Other Word).

I recently discovered a book on the shelf that has a gazillion uses for white vinegar. I have been using it: in the laundry, to clean jewelry, to clean the greasy stand mixer, to clean the soap nasties from the shower and bathroom and to soak the toilet bowl, to name a few. 

Last night I was enlightened... what if I spray the grout with vinegar... sprinkle baking soda (another magical product)... let it soak... scrub... and wipe? I had nothing to loose so I went for it. I have since become a grout cleaning maniac. Just now (as the rest of the kitchen floor soaks) I thought I should've taken 'before' and 'after' pictures of the grout.... then I convinced myself of the fact that taking pictures would be too embarrassing. So just take my word that the clean grout is 5672 shades lighter. 

Tonight is Halloween and the dogs are barking. Cute little children are walking the street in the 20mph wind gusts - sounds like a blast (I just made myself sound "old" just then, but I'm okay with that). I think I'm about to put my ear plugs in and have a grout cleaning party all by myself.

As of tomorrow, we will be landlords (again). We are quite excited!

Cali is learning how to catch the tennis ball. I'll dedicate a post just for that story because it involves videos.

We went to the Georgia National Fair again this year!

And a couple of weekends ago, we found the Mossy Creek Festival down the street from our house!

BEST.FUNNEL.CAKE.EVER. It was about 2.5 inches tall and crispy all over. So tasty!

Now back to scrubbing my floors - can't wait!

Celebrate Good Times

Birthday Day celebration involved a whole weekend! It started by watching this child run a 5K in Macon:

From there we headed to Sweet Auburn Curb Market in smack downtown ATL. The market was so cool, there were produce stands, food stands, bakery stands... it reminded me of the markets in Lima.

We met up with Kerrie and Eric and had lunch at the areperia.... it was delicious. Here's me in action:

Of course we had to have birthday dessert so we went with the craft ice-cream stand. I had the Bourbon  Burnt Sugar and Chocolate..........

From there, we took the MARTA (had to ask for help to figure out how to get ticket...) and went down to Music Midtown Festival along with 52000 other folks to spend an afternoon of music, beer and street food.

We got to see Florence + The Machine, she was amazing. Her performance was awesome.

This was the crowd at about 7:30pm.... it just got more crowded as 9:00pm approached.

Because that's when everybody and their grandmother along with their puppy dog showed up to see Pearl Jam. We didn't stay until the very end because the thought of the massive exodus of 52000 people was a bit scary.

We finished off the weekend not only by going to YOUR Dekalb Farmer's Market, but also by having breakfast at Highland Bakery. This is how my Fried Chicken Benedict ended up.

So with 32 years of life under my belt I head off to see what year 33 has in store!

Bursts

We finished off Birthday Weekend with dinner at Mellow Mushroom, when we got there we found out that they had their all-time-best-ever pizza, Holy Shiitake. So we immediately closed the menu and ordered a large:

While we waited on it, we took pictures... we discovered the "burst" setting on the camera and snapped away. These are some of the best. Enjoy!

Pretty sure Norm is crying on this one

And the best for last:

We Are All Fruit

This past weekend I went back home and it so happened to be Arts in the Heart of Augusta. I remember growing up we would always go to this festival. So many memories came back when we got to the tent to buy a "ticket" and they gave us a pin badge.... when I was young, I would collect the badges and pin them to my curtain.... 

Moving along... the festival revolves around crafts, music, pottery, art and (most important to me) FOOD. Yes, you can find the hot dog stand and the ice cream stand, but the best part is are the International tents. Spain was serving up Paella:

India was serving these delicious things, I ate one

Here is some action of the Masala Dosa being prepared:

 Delicious!! Seeing those pictures makes my stomach grumble.

As we walked around the various tents (Nigeria, Guam, Germany, India, Turkey, Greece, Spain, Philippines, Thailand to name a few) I started realizing that for the most part, everybody serves the same street food. If it's not some sort of meat on a stick:

It's some sort of fried dough:

Which then leads to something so amazing that I'm still working on wrapping my head around it. All these different cultures, all these different application of spices, different flavors, some strong, some more bland, some spicy.... but deep down, the means to getting the end result is the same, no matter what part of the world it's being cooked at.

And with that my friends, I can't help but to quote one of my all-time favorite movies:
Gus Portokalos (from My Big Fat Greek Wedding): You know, the root of the word Miller is a Greek word. Miller come from the Greek word "milo", which is mean "apple," so there you go. As many of you know, our name, Portokalos is come from the Greek word "portokali," which mean "orange." So, okay? Here tonight, we have, ah, apple and orange. We all different, but in the end, we are all fruit.