What’s a gal with no computer to do?

It’s been 5 days. FIVE horribly painful days with no computer. There’s only so much internet surfing a gal can do on an iphone, folks. And the thought of my neglected budget spreadsheet is met with sharp pains in my stomach. So, I’ve been filling my time with other things.

This weekend I headed to a local Great Harvest Bakery to learn how to knead dough (more on that to come soon) and indulged in about three pounds of fresh baked bread. Then, the BF and I headed to the Southern Spring Show to make sushi up on stage with the chefs from The Cowfish. Apparently, I’m no natural at sushi making because the sushi chef kept coming behind me and fixing all my “mistakes.” He actually threw a third of my roll away before plating it up. Ummmm, I would have eaten that dude! I ate a fabulous Italian dinner at Dolce Friday night followed by a fabulous Italian dinner at Hawthorne’s Saturday night and leftover Italian deliciousness for lunch on Sunday. I dined with my pal Vanessa at Table 274 Monday night where I ordered the pork chop with pomegranate chutney, which is extremely odd for me. When the waiter asked how I wanted the chop cooked, I turned to Vanessa and said “you get that choice with pork??”

Apparently the glass of wine I had with dinner gave me gobs of motivation because I went home, cleaned my guest bedroom, did laundry, packed 2 days worth of lunches, and put the first coat of paint on my nightstand. Maybe I need to have weeknight vino more often?

Even though I’ve been mum on the half-marathon training, believe you me, it is going full swing. Only 5 weeks til the big race!

Please excuse typos, run-ons, and grammatical errors as this post was typed on my phone while walking on the treadmill waiting for Body Pump to start. What are ya’ll up to these days?

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If you tweet it, they will come.

Lately, it feels like I’ve been all over the place yet no place at all.  Sure I met up with the Charlotte food bloggers, painted a bookshelf, and got wined and dined at Fatz.  I ran my first EVER double-digit run (hello 10 miles, nice to meet you).  I body pumped, number crunched, and had an eyes-roll-back-into-your-head-delicious pulled pork Cuban sandwich at Midwood Smokehouse.  My computer died, I fell down during my walk to work (YES.. that happened), and, while speed cleaning my kitchen, I managed to headbutt an ajar cabinet door resulting in a rather large egg on the top of my noggin.  I ordered a new computer (for the love of god can it get here already), I got my taxes 90% done, and I extreme couponed my way through Super Doubles week at Harris Teeter.

And yet (until I spewed the paragraph above) I felt like I’d been at a standstill.  Sometimes you just need a little word vomit I guess, and that, my friends, is what Twitter is for.  Yes, the majority of the time my tweets are left unanswered.  Just random thoughts or ideas or questions tossed out into nothingness.  Even without a response, the simple act of extracting those words from my brain to the web somehow makes me feel lighter and more fulfilled.

 

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Fervent Foodie has moved!

Hello, readers! I finally mustered the courage to move from wordpress.com to self-hosting my blog!  What does this mean for you? Not a whole lot, except you’ll want to access my site by using www.ferventfoodie.com rather than www.ferventfoodie.wordpress.com.

To my email subscribers: please visit www.ferventfoodie.com and input your email address to ensure you continue to receive email updates of new pots. *Note that if you received an email with a post titled “Please excuse the dust” this morning, then you are good to go and no update is needed!

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Please excuse the dust!

Hello, readers!  You may have noticed the site was down for a bit this weekend.  First, a big SORRY.  But second, a big self-pat on the back for finally mustering the courage to move my blog from wordpress.com to self-hosting!  I feel like such a big girl! 

What does this mean for you?  Honestly, not a ton.  Self-hosting will give me a whole heck of a lot more creative freedom to tweak things on the site as I so desire, which I’ll continue to do over the next couple of weeks.

So that’s that.  Please excuse the dust in the mean time and thanks for checking out my blog!

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Detox.

A spongy glazed doughnut.  A homemade scone, still warm from the oven.  A yellow-cake cupcake slathered with thick chocolate icing.  A piece of jam-filled chocolate straight from Germany.  Sugared pecans.  A lemon ricotta cookie.  A miniature cupcake filled with champagne strawberries and topped with a dollop of vanilla icing.  A slice of carrot cake.  A caramel drizzled pecan bar with sugar cookie crust.

All of it.

Each and every sugary treat… down to the last crumb and gooey morsel.

I ate it all.

Today.

This is what we call an extreme lack of self control, and I am ashamed.  When presented with not one but TWO potlucks in the very same day, I cracked.  I ate with reckless abandon.  As I type this I can feel the jitters in my fingers and the creepy crawlies in my shoulders from all that sugar seething through me.

I am addicted and something has to give.

Sugar, I need a break.  Just some time to clear my head, get my thoughts straight, and get back on track.

It’s not you, Sugar.  It’s me.

Just one week apart, Sugar.  And then?  Well, we can still be friends?

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