My love and food August 22, 2008
Posted by spacemom in : Food and Drink , trackbackI love Yoko, my acupuncturist. Seriously LOVE her. I don’t mean in the sense that we will run away and live together feeding each other sushi with our lips (I’m allergic to fish, remember?), but I love her.
Yesterday, I made the serious mistake of WAKING UP. This was a mistake because when I moved my head, something snapped. I heard it. Ouch. The muscle that runs from the neck down the spine hurt like a son of a son of a sailor. I distinctly remember saying "Ouch ouch" on the car ride in whenever I turned my head to look at something. Riding my bike up with Soleil and riding back was painful.
Then I saw Yoko. I had an appointment with her today (hence the work from home day) so I told her about the muscle. She must have put 40 needles in my back, but now? I barely feel it. I love her.
Since it is a WFH day, I was quite nervous when we had 2 targets of opportunity come in today. Fortunately, they were both for the same object, so only one was approved and it wasn’t my responsibility. Whew.
I did realize that we are starting to get a wee bit over run with tomatoes and wouldn’t a nice bruchetta sound good right about now. Then I realized we didn’t have Italian bread. Then I smacked myself in the forehead, pulled out the bread maker and let it do the hard work.
Here’s the bread and the tomatoes, fresh from my tomato experiment.
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You’re lucky, with the weather we’ve been having up here, my tomatoes are just now starting to ripen!
The bread looks yummy!
Yum!!
You’re the second friend in a week who has raved about their acupuncturist. I’m going to look up local acupuncture specialists tonight — the migraines are getting more and more frequent.