I did two things to myself today that pissed me off a bit.
1. Wore a beat up bra to the gym and ran 4 miles with the broken exposed underwire ripping into my skin. Dumb move. When I got in the shower and soap and water ran over the fluorescent pink gouge I adopted language I didn't even know was in my vocabulary.
2. At work I had a small bowl of tomatoes and pasta that my guest nutritionist cooked in class for my students, and bit down full-throttle on a rock-hard caraway seed that shot pain from the center of my tooth up to the top of my head, which felt equivalent to taking a hard chomp into a triple-thick safety pin. Oh, the words that went through my mind....
SO since it's been that kind of day, I don't mind sharing with you a favorite site of mine, combining two of my favorite guilty pleasures- the art of yummy food, and the stress-relieving power of nasty language: the genius of Thug Kitchen . How Sandy and I didn't come up with this concept is still beyond me, but whatever.
This week I tried two of the drink recipes I found there.
A soul-soothing Grapefruit-Strawberry Margarita:
And a heavenly Spinach Cooler. Mixing some of my favorite flavor combos in the blender- like pineapple, cucumber, spinach and coconut water...