I love picnics. And I love pulling together little mini-plates of snacks/treats for a meal. Living on my own, I pretty much get to eat however I want which involves a fair amount of grazing on O.R. days (must stay primed) and 3 meals and a mid-morning snack most other days. I feel like people catch me eating way out of proportion to other activities (although I’m glad they don’t see me doing other things, like say, using the restroom). So, multiple people think that I eat all the time. Trust me, I could eat WAY more than I do. But then my life would revolve around sweets, being uncomfortably full, and weighing at least 10 pounds more than I do.
So, this morning, I had my Kashi cereal and then a few hours later, had the most delicious snack plate of olives, cheese, sundried tomatoes and crackers. I found this awesome stand last Sunday at the Farmer’s Market where I got 0.5 lb of mixed olives, a container of sundried tomatoes, and a fair sized wedge of smoked mozzarella for $15. Score! I still have some left- it’s amazing how many olives fit into half a pound. Some of my other favorite mini-meals are…
* Mini-toasts, fig spread, and manchego cheese. This is a Whole Foods delight that I haven’t had in awhile. But Manchego cheese is my cheese boyfriend. That’s how much I love it.
* Trader Joe’s crackers (amazing. blanking on the brand but I will take a photo), light cream cheese, and sliced raw salmon. The tasting lady had this one day and my tastebuds were tickled!
Also, I was re-reading some older posts and I realized I mentioned swimming in La Jolla cove as an activity on my San Diego to-do list. Well, no more! I did it last weekend. And I was petrified. The arms of kelp coming out of the gloomy water were so!scary! I could see about 10 feet and then EEEEEPPPPPP! Another arm of kelp. I chilled out a little bit but I realized how much I hate open bodies of water I can’t see things in. And if a seal had come near me, I probably would have passed out from fear. Or become petrified like a tree in the petrified forest causing me to sink like a stone. Although I was thinking of seals in terms of the potential off-chance that maybe there was a killer seal who developed a taste for human blood.
But I swam half a mile. I think it’s an OTO (one-time-only) thing. Later in the week, I swam in the pool. It was much more relaxing. It’s so funny- I love the outdoors, but I can be the biggest scaredy cat. I try and face my fears but sometimes, I need to know when I’m semi-beat. Although I did tell my roomie I’d go swimming with her at some point. I think I can handle that. I’d be a lot less scared if I know I have a 50% reduced chance of being the one eaten by the blood-thirsty seal.
[Clarification: I do not want my roomie to get eaten by a blood-thirsty seal in place of me or due to random chance. It’s just two against one is a way better situation in the treacherous waters of La Jolla cove.]
[Clarification, part 2: La Jolla cove is a family-friendly place where many people swim. And kayak. And boat. And snorkel. I do not believe anyone has ever been eaten by a seal. But still.]