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No food, just thoughts

I have spent a lot of time on the road this summer. A lot of time riding in cars with boys. And I’m on my way home now from St. Louis (the last road trip of the summer), the 55 just rolling by.

I spent the last weekend at an Our Whole Lives (OWL) training. The program is built around the idea that it is important and vital to foster a healthy sexuality in people, starting at a young age. After all, we are sexual beings from day one. I went through the program as an adolescent and absolutely adored it..and am super excited that I am certified to teach the little guys (K-1). Not about food, I know. But I’m excited all the same.

About food…I will say this. As I nurse this terrible head cold, oranges have been awesome. But Vitamin C seekers, a bell pepper has more than twice the amount of C than an orange. And also, get in your Vitamin A. Carrot juice. I hate carrot juice…but it’s good for you.

But I digress. As the summer draws to a close…this ridiculous, crazy, wonderful, awesome, thought-provoking summer (but, really, let’s not have an Indian Summer, k?), I gotta get another reflection in. And it’s simple. After all the car rides, bus rides, roller coaster rides, kayak rides…I can think of one way too sum it up.

“There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams, and plenty before the last revolving year is through…and the seasons, they go round and round.”

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Steamers, Beer Flights, and Birthdays

Me, whale watching.

Hello Everyone–

It’s good to be back on thecheesecakeaddiction after a week and a half hiatus. CDR and I had a wonderful time in Woods Hole, we ate delicious food, and kayaked on the ocean. Four days after my return, I’m sipping some tea called Cold Care, nursing a head cold–about 5 minutes ago, I cursed the kettle for it’s high pitched, obnoxious shrill shriek and just ached to return to the Cape. But you’re probably not interested in my head cold. You’re wondering about what I ate this week.

Well, when I landed, first thing was first. I had to have my all-time favorite Cape Cod lunch. The picture was kind of so-so, so I won’t bother with it. But it’s a whole-wheat pita, stuffed with fresh seafood salad and avocado. It’s light, sweet, buttery, and not too unhealthy. This particular seafood salad (from the local market) doesn’t have too much dressing on it, so it’s actually pretty good for you. I LOVE this right before going to the beach. Awesome.

When CDR arrived on Wednesday, I took him to Shucker’s (a local dock-side eatery) for oysters, clams, and fish tacos. Delicious. We also made it to Captain Kidd (where one year earlier I had my first legal sips of alcohol) for a mid-afternoon beer flight and fish and chips.

All delicious. The two on the left (so sorry, can’t remember their names) were my favorite because they were a bit bread-y. And bread-y beers are my favorite.

On Friday, we went whale watching (yay humpbacks!) in Provincetown and got a taste of P-towns finest steamers! Steamed clams in a garlic, white wine and lemon sauce. SO GOOD!! They were slightly gritty, but mostly—they were just delectable. We followed the steamers with a lobster BLT. 

That night, my uncles and dad joined us at the Fish Monger for dinner. I ordered fried calamari for the table. But this was very special calamari. It was served over marinara sauce, but drizzled with a rich balsamic reduction sauce. YUM-O!

One day for lunch, we just opted to stay at home and eat on the deck. CDR made a delicious sandwich (turkey and salami), and we ate it with a heaping helping of Cape Cod Salt and Vinegar chips, which by the way are the BEST chips. Other good flavors: BBQ and Salt and Pepper.

Sunday was my birthday and we went kayaking! So much fun. And so beautiful. That night, we had a pizza party and a chocolate cake with raspberry icing. I couldn’t have imagined a better week. It was perfect.

While I was gone, there was obviously much reflection. This summer has been really hard, and it was really overwhelming to be in this place that I feel so connected to and so much at home. On the coast, with ocean air. I’ve been holding on to a lot, and while I was sitting on the beach a single lyric kept coming back to me.

When everything’s meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am. (Insert epic instrumental solo)

And maybe that’s why I’ve held on. Just wanting to make sure you know who I am. But also, I realized–I’m okay, if you (or for the majority of the readers–this person) don’t know. This place does.

I love Chicago. It’s great for my career. It’s great for food. I met my best friends here. But I belong in Woods Hole.

I should be by the ocean, sailing, kayaking through rocks and seabirds, walking in nature, cooking seafood, swimming with jellies, and never twenty feet from

…a miracle.

So, I’ll have to get there someday.

 

Beach State Park

Greetings Readers–

Well, my 24 hour getaway was not all I had hoped for. It was not unplugged (the dreaded phone call came five minutes after I fell asleep), and the problems followed me there. No matter. The park was absolutely beautiful, and I took the scenic route to Winthrop Harbor (just took Sheridan Road the whole way there). The town itself was so-so. Kind of sleepy. But the park reminded me so much of Woods Hole (my home on the Cape) which is exactly what I needed. A little taste of home.

Look how beautiful!

On the drive and on the beach, encouraged by Florence + the Machine (or Flo+ the Mo), I was able to gather my thoughts and what little strength I have left to make some decisions.

I’m in the grip of a hurricane/I’m gonna blow myself away…Cause I know it’s going to hurt/But I like to think at least things can’t get any worse…

Anyway, after some time at the beach, and some time just staring up at the ceiling–I realized that it was 5:30 and the last thing I had to eat was a bagel at 9:00 am. Food was necessary. So I got in my car and drove around looking for a place that a single girl could safely eat in, without feeling like all eyes were on me. So…all the bars were out–because it was past that afternoon “sit outside with a burger and beer and read time” and now it was that 5:30 creepy crowd. I could have waited another hour or so for the bars to get a bit more populated, but like I said, I needed food. So…Okay, now don’t judge a foodie too harshly…I went to Applebee’s. Yeah.

My server, Alyssa, came over–sweet as can be (I left a 50% tip–granted, the bill was only $6)–and offered me…Sangria. This was my first experience with Applebee’s, so I wasn’t expecting to have so many alcoholic options. I considered a big Sangria for about half a second and then I thought, “No, Anna. You will NOT be sitting at Applebee’s, fighting back tears, eating a burger, and drinking a Sangria. This is not how your sad story is going to go.” So, I told Alyssa as much, and passed on the alcohol. Um…not going to lie. The burger was really good. I ordered it well done (or in Applebee’s lingo…no pink) and the chef delivered it to me personally. I felt a little special. And that concludes the food portion of this post.

After dinner, I went to the beach and the water was really calm—which in turn calmed me. I walked in the sand at sunset, collecting some rocks, and tried to settle my heart a bit. It worked for a while. The rest of the night passed without much incident…except a couple having car sex  in an SUV outside of my motel room. That car really was a’rockin.

I woke, got myself a cup of coffee, and cleaned up my room for an early checkout. I went back to the beach, and this time the water was wild. Funny. Mirrored my heart pretty perfectly.

You hit me once, I hit you back. You gave a kick, I gave a slap.

After an hour, I began my drive home. What helped the most was being able to end my trip in the arms of my best friend. Miriam, after six months, it’s so good to have you home! And then Miriam listened, and reminded me of why I got my serpent tattoo in the first place. I am woman, I am powerful. I can do this.

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes!

The horses are coming
So you better run
Run fast for your mother and fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind you
Can’t carry it with you if you want to survive

Cupcakes and granola bars on the way, kids. Peace.

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