Spring rolls at Jasmine Rice, Henderson NV. Profoundly ok, but not worth driving out from the Strip (just go to Lotus of Siam or Weera Thai if you’re near the Strip and hankering for Thai food).

Spring rolls at Jasmine Rice, Henderson NV. Profoundly ok, but not worth driving out from the Strip (just go to Lotus of Siam or Weera Thai if you’re near the Strip and hankering for Thai food).

So, I’ve been trying to eat more mindfully lately. This means really stopping and enjoying food rather than gobbling it down like some kind of race. One side effect of this is that I end up being satisfied by my food faster, and eat less of it. I also don’t really put up with food that isn’t really tasty.
I also learned that it’s hard to chew soup.
Bonus picture of a bowl of chili I made a couple years back:

Uh, you know, you could just use some brine from the olives you were going to put in the martini, right? “Dirty” isn’t some special liqueur used to make one of those faux-martini things in a trendy bar.
I like those moments where I reach my edge. Those moments prove I am working to the best of my ability. They show me where my edge actually is. And most importantly, I will never stretch beyond the edge if I never get there in the first place.
In Closing: a few last Paris items; maybe you didn’t notice that you’re paying over twice as much; last century’s refugees; and the sane Republican candidate seems to be throwing up his hands in disgust as other candidates spew easily refuted nonsense.
I’m going to hold off on saying anything about Colorado Springs just now.
I know exactly two true things about yoga:
If I hear one more person misinterpret yoga as light stretching, I may just challenge them to get into some choice poses with me. It’s a better reaction than violence.
And here’s a bonus cat picture.