Good at Life

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78184982734587012132011-04-21T19:00:46.968-07:00Good at LifeKathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109397691651733721noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818498273458701213.post-60072741403201820352008-09-06T21:50:00.000-07:002008-09-06T22:29:30.238-07:00The Perfect Condiment

This is good on pretty much anything:Roasted Goodness1 medium eggplant2 ripe tomatoes, quartered1 garlic bulb1 Tbs vinegar or lemon juice1 Tbs olive oilSalt, pepper, crushed red pepper, and fresh or dried herbs to taste.Preheat oven to 450 degreesCut about ¾ inch off the top of the garlic bulb. Drizzle the inside of bulb with olive oil, salt and pepper.Wrap bulb in foil.With a fork, poke several

Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109397691651733721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818498273458701213.post-24865790470459298042008-08-23T01:20:00.000-07:002008-08-23T01:48:00.062-07:00What's in the Box?

Every Thursday I get a box of locally grown fruits and vegetables and a half dozen eggs from Eatwell Farm. Every Thursday I have an afternoon snack: a veggie egg scramble. And every Thursday, the veggie scramble is amazing.I originally join Eatwell’s CSA program because I knew it would force me cook at home. Before moving to San Francisco, I cooked almost every night. Then I moved within three

Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109397691651733721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818498273458701213.post-31086362595696386182008-08-12T21:59:00.000-07:002008-08-12T22:19:23.743-07:00Ode to Oklahoma

I went back to Oklahoma this weekend. My trips home have traditionally been an obligatory visit for family and a few close friends. I would sit through lunches and dinners listening to who got married and who’s having babies, which made me want get right back on a plane to San Francisco - where people wait until a decent age to commit themselves for eternity, if they ever do.This trip was

Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109397691651733721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818498273458701213.post-5492629724756767962008-08-06T21:38:00.000-07:002008-08-06T21:39:59.860-07:00and again...

I get bored easily. That might explain why I abandoned my blog after four postings. Or it could be that I’m not disciplined. It’s not that I haven’t been good at life, because I have. I struggle with writing, even though writing is essential to my marketing career (not to mention my journalism degree). I struggle with finding my voice. But in the end, this is just a documentation tool… And there

Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109397691651733721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818498273458701213.post-14321655847269689952008-01-04T19:14:00.000-08:002008-01-04T19:36:33.803-08:00My Favorite Day - Part II

With the Holidaze over, I finally got around to posting what should have been my December entry. Enjoy… The day before thanksgiving, I play hooky and head across the Golden Gate Bridge to a local Farmers Market. Typically on Sundays and Thursdays, the San Rafael Civic Center Farmers Market – the best in the Bay Area – is open the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. With my list in hand, $80 bucks in

Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109397691651733721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818498273458701213.post-88841029446830767622007-11-16T17:30:00.000-08:002007-11-19T21:06:22.550-08:00My Favorite Day

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. The year I graduated from college, I insist that my family celebrate Thanksgiving at my place. I recently got into cooking, and I was confident I could prepare the Thanksgiving meal – all by myself.I do my research. I plan exactly how to prepare my turkey - brined in salt, sugar and citrus - then stuffed with garlic, lemon and herbs, and slow roasted. I find

Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109397691651733721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818498273458701213.post-28329198107567975302007-10-09T22:45:00.000-07:002007-10-09T22:57:20.381-07:00Authentic Oktoberfest

I throw keg parties. I list microbrew tasting as a hobby. My default birthday gift for my friends is a six-pack of their favorite beer (or my favorite beer if they have an under-developed palate).As a lover of all things beer, four days in Munich for Oktoberfest 2007 is the highlight of my imbibing career.Just what you’d expect from the Germans, Oktoberfest is a well orchestrated festival

Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109397691651733721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818498273458701213.post-23018152579199004292007-09-13T14:05:00.000-07:002008-08-12T22:17:06.362-07:00Hello Summer

Hello SummerThe first Sunday of September, my friend Spencer and I pick up two bottles of chilled French rosé and head to Baker Beach in San Francisco’s Presidio. I laugh at Spencer for wearing swim trunks. It’s a rare day in San Francisco that gets warm enough to get in the water.It turns out to be one of those days. By the time I pour my second glass, Spencer is in the water. Laying on the warm

Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109397691651733721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818498273458701213.post-10653575402452501262007-09-04T18:40:00.000-07:002007-09-04T18:47:17.472-07:00Good at Life

Two years ago I made a self-discovery - I don’t have a comfort zone. If I’m comfortable, it means I’m bored and restless. I prefer chaos, adventure and randomness. However, I recently made another discovery - I need a comfort zone. Perhaps it doesn’t need to be a safe and familiar haven. Perhaps it’s not a single place at all. Maybe my comfort zone is the realm of new discoveries – a city view, a

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