Here's the deal. I like to eat, and I can put away a lot of food. So much so, that is solicits comment from men and women alike. In fact, the only time in my life I ever remember not having an appetitite twice my size was during my divorce. Those were dark days. I withered away to 117 pounds (which, for me, is anorexic), surviving on a diet of coffee, alcohol, cigarettes, a bite of food here and there and the teeniest amount of sleep. I do not recommend this.
Since then, I've come back into my own. I quit smoking, kept drinking (in greater moderation, of course), started sleeping, returned to eating and regained my sanity.
And so, this blog is my little corner of the world where I plan to post musings about the various things that feed me, Kriste Goad, as a person. Let's start with the past weekend, 'cause it was a good one.
First, I finally saw Frost/Nixon. Loved it for many reasons, mostly because the acting was fabulous by all involved, but Frank Langella, in particular, lived up to the billing he's received. I haven't seen The Wrestler yet, but if Mickey Rourke beats Frank Langella for best actor this year, I will be very upset. Then there was Kevin Bacon and Oliver Platt. I love them both. In any role. Wrap them up, and put a bow on them.
After the movie, there was tapas at ChaCha, a new hipster spot on Belmont, right beside the renovated hookah bar we've known for years as Tabouli's. Tasty treats at this little nook, but my very favorite was the goat cheese and tomato tortilla. Delicious! Franke's favorite was the spicy gambas (spicy shrimp). Worth a visit, and I shall definitely return.
Saturday night, though, brought Miel, which I've been dying to try since before Christmas. It was spectacularly delicious from start to finish. From the wine (Domaine des Toures, Rhone Valley) to the cheese plate, to my delectable entre of Eggplant Roulade to my cookie plate dessert with French press coffee. Cannot wait to try their Saturday and Sunday brunch.
Sunday brought sunshine and a trip to Warner Park. First, though, we cooked up a breakfast of salmon and scrambled eggs, sourdough bread toasted and drizzled with avocado oil and several cups of bold, dark coffee. That was plenty of fuel for the 3-miler on the blue trail at Warner Park. Perfect day for a run in the woods. The hills kicked my ass, but it was a good ass-kicking. Train there, and you can tackle any road race around.
From there, it was back to my place for fruit smoothies and a sopressetto-provolone-pesto sandwich that I would challenge any restaurant to beat. Seriously, it was that good.
Later, it was Super Bowl fare washed down with several tasty Sam Adams Winter Lagers. Fun crowd at the Solinsky's abode and then, sleep, glorious sleep.
Oh, and of course, Franke. He fed the Goad, as always, with laughter and kindness and companionship. It was the kind of weekend that makes you say to yourself: "Life is goad..."
Since then, I've come back into my own. I quit smoking, kept drinking (in greater moderation, of course), started sleeping, returned to eating and regained my sanity.
And so, this blog is my little corner of the world where I plan to post musings about the various things that feed me, Kriste Goad, as a person. Let's start with the past weekend, 'cause it was a good one.
First, I finally saw Frost/Nixon. Loved it for many reasons, mostly because the acting was fabulous by all involved, but Frank Langella, in particular, lived up to the billing he's received. I haven't seen The Wrestler yet, but if Mickey Rourke beats Frank Langella for best actor this year, I will be very upset. Then there was Kevin Bacon and Oliver Platt. I love them both. In any role. Wrap them up, and put a bow on them.
After the movie, there was tapas at ChaCha, a new hipster spot on Belmont, right beside the renovated hookah bar we've known for years as Tabouli's. Tasty treats at this little nook, but my very favorite was the goat cheese and tomato tortilla. Delicious! Franke's favorite was the spicy gambas (spicy shrimp). Worth a visit, and I shall definitely return.
Saturday night, though, brought Miel, which I've been dying to try since before Christmas. It was spectacularly delicious from start to finish. From the wine (Domaine des Toures, Rhone Valley) to the cheese plate, to my delectable entre of Eggplant Roulade to my cookie plate dessert with French press coffee. Cannot wait to try their Saturday and Sunday brunch.
Sunday brought sunshine and a trip to Warner Park. First, though, we cooked up a breakfast of salmon and scrambled eggs, sourdough bread toasted and drizzled with avocado oil and several cups of bold, dark coffee. That was plenty of fuel for the 3-miler on the blue trail at Warner Park. Perfect day for a run in the woods. The hills kicked my ass, but it was a good ass-kicking. Train there, and you can tackle any road race around.
From there, it was back to my place for fruit smoothies and a sopressetto-provolone-pesto sandwich that I would challenge any restaurant to beat. Seriously, it was that good.
Later, it was Super Bowl fare washed down with several tasty Sam Adams Winter Lagers. Fun crowd at the Solinsky's abode and then, sleep, glorious sleep.
Oh, and of course, Franke. He fed the Goad, as always, with laughter and kindness and companionship. It was the kind of weekend that makes you say to yourself: "Life is goad..."
Goad get'em, sister! I'm so proud of you, your many consecutive non-smoking months, your Franke and your enthusiasm over taking home my leftovers.
ReplyDeleteWay to Goad, Kriste!
ReplyDeleteJust for the record, Goad. That was Dave, not Roy Herron. He was still logged in when he commented on your site... but it's Dave. Swear. :)
ReplyDeleteYou did it! Congrats on starting your blog. Can't wait to see what you eat this weekend.:)
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