Chapel Hill

Repot & Repositon

Although I got few of the things accomplished today that I set out to, it was still quite a productive day. I planned my entire morning around going to pick some boots up from the cobbler that needed resoling. I decided to grab those, go to the bank, buy some socks from Dillard's because where else around here can you find socks without going to Durham, and pick up a new 2014 calendar. The cobbler wasn't finished, and apparently Dillard's is no longer a thing (wtf?) in Chapel Hill, so although my trip all the way down East Franklin St. (can you tell I've grown accustomed to walking?) was mostly a bust, I ran into a friend in the parkling lot separating all these places and we ended up sitting down for an impromptu, beautifully sunny, juice and conversation. 

This town is great for that.

PS. Much too late in the day I was reminded about Townsend Bertram & Co. in Carrboro which apparently has a wide sock selection.

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I felt like this last batch of Kombucha was finally ready, so I ladled it all out into jars and headed on over to Fifth Season for some more supplies where I was able to get some much needed advice for my very sad succulents. Apparently they are prone to sunburns, like frequent but small amounts of watering (every 3-4 days you should saturate the soil with a mister), and require textured, but not overly sandy/gritty soil. It was recommended that I add rice hulls to the soil to achieve the right texture. I also didn't realize that succulents liked a lot of drainage because I was initially under the impression that they didn't even like that much water. Wrong again.

I'm usually wrong when it comes to anything gardening related, though, so I was happy to learn the right ways to take care of these little beauties. They're much happier now in their new pots and new soil and out of our kitchen's blistering, direct sunlight.

I found this blog, a pair & a spare which gives lots of great information about succulent care, so check it out if you're curious. It's pretty extensive, and they even have an entry called DIY Potted Succulent, in case you need some tips on repotting.

Now that I'm finally feeling better after almost a month of trying to recover from this awful chest crud that it seems like almost everybody had, I have become totally motivated to get back into a fitness routine. It's not enough that I do tons of walking, and I need to stop trying to convince myself that I love running enough to make a regular practice out of it. I love it when I'm frustrated, angry, or feel especially dumpy, but it's difficult to get myself in a rhythm when I'm the only one holding me accountable. I've always loved yoga, though, and showing up to a class really helps me stay motivated, so after hearing about this 30 days for 30 dollars offered by Franklin St. Yoga, I decided it was finally time to sign up. 

My goal is to be able to do THAT /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ move at the end of the thirty days.


Weekend Retrospective

Thursday night I had friends over for dinner, and it was the first time I had cooked on my own for a group of people. Crazy, I know, but I have artfully avoided the act for years. Even pot lucks stress me out, so it's not uncommon for me to just bring beer instead. I actually love cooking, but I feel completely ignorant about it. It's not the kind of thing my mother and I ever did together, and I spent so little time in my grandmother's kitchen growing up, that I just didn't get hands-on cooking experience. By the time I moved out on my own when I was 18, I was already working full time and that on top of college didn't exactly bode well for developing an interest in gastronomy, so aside from cooking some basic meals for one, I didn't spend much time in the kitchen

Moving into this new place in November has really changed my relationship with food. Living within walking distance to the grocery store has made a huge difference, because going to the store provides the opportunity for a nice walk outdoors, chance meetings with friends, and it's so convenient that I don't feel pressured to make that daunting weekly cart-filling trip that has only ever resulted in drawers of rotten produce and loaves of moldy bread. I've been loving making kombucha and kefir, breakfast and lunch, and I figured it was finally time to make a meal for more. 

The menu was simple, but I was so proud just to have everything finish at once. We ate organic burgers with cumin, thyme, garlic, and black pepper topped with kale chips and tomato; sea salt and balsamic vinegar brussells sprouts, and lightly peppered asparagus. 

It turned out pretty well, and only wetted my appetite for more group fooding.

Friday night was a whirlwind.

Coffee, writing, and reading at Cocoa Cinnamon in Durham followed by a break bake-off at Ninth Street Bakery...

And then a pizza-making party at a friend's.

All these carbs got me ready for a night of some really great music at Nightlight...

Check out IF ALL WE HAVE IS TIME by TOW3RS

 

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My advice for the day: cook way too much decadent food, eat until you burst, dance it off.