<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:55:35.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Thems the Thoughts of Cows?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-5163860464014469959</id><published>2011-04-24T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:54:48.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Mesrop</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7C4ZFklTC0/TbTH-MHTbxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rJxNoEtD1NU/s1600/IMG_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7C4ZFklTC0/TbTH-MHTbxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rJxNoEtD1NU/s320/IMG_3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;Mesrop &amp;amp; Arusyag Ohanessian&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is April 24th. That date doesn't mean much to a lot of people, but to an Armenian it means everything. My paternal grandfather, Mesrop Ohanessian, was a young man living in Van, Turkey when on April 24, 1915, the Ottoman Turks rounded up and began executing Armenian intellectuals and community leaders in Constantinople, beginning their systematic killing of up to one and a half million Armenians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there are numerous eye witness reports from the period and the term genocide was coined after researching accounts of the massacres of Armenians, the Turkish government continues to deny genocide ever took place. Armenians are still persecuted in Turkey, and to refer to what the Ottoman Turks did to the Armenians as genocide is an offense punishable with jail time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my grandfather's entire family was annihilated, he relocated to Iraq where he started a new life and a new family. We're not certain of exactly when he was born, but we're pretty sure he was at least 105 when he died. He rose above his past to become a respected local businessman. He owned the Piccadilly Bakery in Baghdad and was affectionately referred to as Caketchy (cake maker) Mesrop. He was grateful for what he had, and at the end of each day, he would send his children out to deliver bread and other items to those in the community who were less fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-mYO2edgvA/TbTM00mXlnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6Fc_N97Vbio/s1600/IMG_2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-mYO2edgvA/TbTM00mXlnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6Fc_N97Vbio/s320/IMG_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Uncles &amp;amp; Aunts&lt;br /&gt;Sarkis, Ishkhan, Arshalouys, Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLQKz1BcQF0/TbTWH915YRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5uCPTG68eAA/s1600/IMG.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLQKz1BcQF0/TbTWH915YRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5uCPTG68eAA/s320/IMG.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad didn't come along until later!&lt;br /&gt;Varant Ohanessian &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My grandfather was already around 20 years old in 1915. However, you'd never know what he'd been through by looking at or even talking with him. I often wonder how he managed to carry around all those horrific memories for so long. He was a wise man with all kinds of interesting food and health advice. He was also one of the most patient people I've ever met. I never saw him lose his temper or even raise his voice in anger. He was the ideal Hairig (grandfather).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's easy, especially on this day, to become fixated on all the negative stuff around us, but every April 24th, I try to take a little time to remember Hairig. Maybe I inherited his optimism, but he makes me feel as though I can overcome just about anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I should like to see any power of the world destroy this race, this  small tribe of unimportant people, whose wars have all been fought and  lost, whose structures have crumbled, literature is unread, music is  unheard, and prayers are no more answered. Go ahead, destroy Armenia.  See if you can do it. Send them into the desert without bread or water.  Burn their homes and churches. Then see if they will not laugh, sing and  pray again. For when two of them meet anywhere in the world, see if  they will not create a New Armenia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; ~William Saroyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-5163860464014469959?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/5163860464014469959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/04/remembering-mesrop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/5163860464014469959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/5163860464014469959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/04/remembering-mesrop.html' title='Remembering Mesrop'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7C4ZFklTC0/TbTH-MHTbxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rJxNoEtD1NU/s72-c/IMG_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-8079251366915097467</id><published>2011-04-20T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:38:00.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curried Vegetables &amp; Bulgur</title><content type='html'>Audrey asked me for the recipe to a curried vegetable dish I made a few days ago. Since I don't really measure ingredients much, I'm going to do my best to document the curry sauce. It's actually a very easy one pot dish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also included a recipe for bulgur pilaf, which I almost exclusively use these days instead of rice. Whole grain, high fiber bulgur is simple to prepare and very nutritious with a higher fiber and protein than white rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m88hWYC_aik/TajP4TAUnUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LYzgymKfXVE/s1600/IMG_0377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m88hWYC_aik/TajP4TAUnUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LYzgymKfXVE/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Potatoes, onion, red peppers, and string beans are among my favorite vegetables for this dish. &lt;br /&gt;This batch includes asparagus, portobello &amp;amp; shitiaki mushrooms, and corn.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enhancing a prepared curry paste makes the process so simple. I have made my own curry base and you can too. It will require picking up ingredients many people don't normally have in their pantry, such as turmeric and tamarind. Getting a good pre-made base is less time consuming and cost effective. I like many of the various Patak's curry pastes. I have also included a list of additional spices to help supplement a pre-made base. Feel free to add as much or as little based on your preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Curried Vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;4 Tbs Olive Oil &lt;br /&gt;2 Medium Russet Potatoes (peeled &amp;amp; cubed)&lt;br /&gt;1 Large Onion (sliced)&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Green Beans (chopped into 2" pieces)&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Asparagus (chopped into 2" pieces)&lt;br /&gt;1 Medium Bell Pepper (cut into strips) &lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Mushrooms (sliced)&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Corn (fresh or canned)&lt;br /&gt;1 6 Oz. Can Tomato Paste&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs Patak's Vindaloo Curry Paste (Hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Seasoning to add to taste:&lt;br /&gt;Salt, Pepper, Aleppo Pepper, Garlic Powder, Ginger Powder, Curry Powder&lt;br /&gt;Ground Cumin, Gharam Masala, Ground Cardimom, Ground Coriander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1. Heat olive oil in large pan big enough to hold all the vegetables and sauce. Sauté potatoes until they begin to brown. Add onions and continue to cook until onions begin to soften.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2. Stir in tomato paste, adding a little water if mixture becomes too dry. Stir in curry paste. Potatoes should be almost but not fully cooked at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;3. Continue to add vegetables, starting with those that take longer to cook. The ingredient list above is in the order I added my vegetables. Add water as necessary to keep the vegetables moving but the mixture should not be too saucy at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;4. Once the vegetables are almost cooked, add enough water create a thick sauce that almost covers the vegetables. Cover and continue to cook until vegetables are cooked to your liking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9AYap4GxXg4/TajhhWoQ61I/AAAAAAAAAO8/7v0qt-rDafA/s1600/IMG_0392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9AYap4GxXg4/TajhhWoQ61I/AAAAAAAAAO8/7v0qt-rDafA/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curried vegetables and bulgur served with a chopped salad and potato roll.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, Armenian stores/bakeries generally have vegan option (like this potato roll) for lent.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bulgur Pilaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Cup Orzo Pasta&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Bulgur&lt;br /&gt;2-1/4 Cups Water &lt;br /&gt;Salt to Taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sauté orzo in non-stick pot on medium heat until it nicely browned but not burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stir in bulgur, add water, increase heat to high until water boils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Once water boils, stir one last time, reduce heat to low, cover pot, and cook for about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Turn heat off and fluff bulgur before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other items can be added to the bulgur instead of the orzo, like sautéed onions or garbanzo beans. Butter can be used instead of oil, and the water can be substituted with broth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-8079251366915097467?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/8079251366915097467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/04/curried-vegetables-bulgur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8079251366915097467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8079251366915097467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/04/curried-vegetables-bulgur.html' title='Curried Vegetables &amp; Bulgur'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m88hWYC_aik/TajP4TAUnUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LYzgymKfXVE/s72-c/IMG_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-2299992390867777129</id><published>2011-03-02T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T10:56:42.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Zachary's Run</title><content type='html'>We just got into Berkeley last night and headed straight to Zachary's to pick up two pizzas for dinner. Too bad (or maybe it's actually a good thing for my waistline) we don't have a Zachary's closer to home. It's basically crust, cheese and toppings, more crust, and finally tomato sauce and pesto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew ordered a pepperoni pizza with pesto, and I had my regular spinach, mushroom, pesto on a whole wheat crust. Each one of our large pizzas weight at lease 5-7 pounds, and I've  estimated one slice to be almost 500 calories. Totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kq7mA7kqoU8/TW6PbTNRqFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8rzSAsGEXvY/s1600/IMG_8406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kq7mA7kqoU8/TW6PbTNRqFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8rzSAsGEXvY/s320/IMG_8406.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we both ordered pesto (which is swirled on top), they look similar from the outside. This ones all mine!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZaxNm5TUGMw/TW6PsGJKqjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OYjLCJQNoEE/s1600/IMG_8409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZaxNm5TUGMw/TW6PsGJKqjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OYjLCJQNoEE/s320/IMG_8409.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had to get a picture of the inside.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go! Breakfast is ready... a slice of leftover pizza, of course. We're definitely taking a half baked with us when we leave. This is too good not to share with friends and family at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-2299992390867777129?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/2299992390867777129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-zacharys-run.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/2299992390867777129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/2299992390867777129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-zacharys-run.html' title='Another Zachary&apos;s Run'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kq7mA7kqoU8/TW6PbTNRqFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8rzSAsGEXvY/s72-c/IMG_8406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-1913050098101031626</id><published>2011-02-26T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:15:41.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Sticky Buns in Toluca Lake</title><content type='html'>I think I can say that. Toluca Lake is fairly small, so the chance of finding someone with better sticky buns is probably very slim... unless they happen to be using Susan's recipe, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Dan and Micheal had never been to Palm Thai nor had they ever tasted my sticky buns. All that changed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lRC9JayPYnc/TWmPXqkiGRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8t34eF8fzQ0/s1600/IMG_8374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lRC9JayPYnc/TWmPXqkiGRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8t34eF8fzQ0/s320/IMG_8374.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assembled, covered, and refrigerated buns before heading out to dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baked them after we came back from dinner. Longest 15 minutes ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nJUK6rQaLMY/TWmPhUnP_HI/AAAAAAAAAOk/UtIhx88v9gg/s1600/IMG_8378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nJUK6rQaLMY/TWmPhUnP_HI/AAAAAAAAAOk/UtIhx88v9gg/s320/IMG_8378.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dough proofs faster when not refrigerated but yields a gooier texture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's not necessarily a bad thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've altered altered the recipe slightly by including brown sugar in addition to the regular sugar, doubling the cinnamon, and drizzling the top with butter before baking. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan's Sticky Buns Recipe...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ineedamom.com/stickybuns.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-1913050098101031626?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/1913050098101031626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-sticky-buns-in-toluca-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/1913050098101031626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/1913050098101031626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-sticky-buns-in-toluca-lake.html' title='Best Sticky Buns in Toluca Lake'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lRC9JayPYnc/TWmPXqkiGRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8t34eF8fzQ0/s72-c/IMG_8374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-7718665788195571978</id><published>2011-02-19T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:38:22.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Your Green</title><content type='html'>Burning 1,000 calories or so on a 6.4 mile hike made me pretty hungry, so I treated myself to a half grilled cheese sandwich on cranberry walnut bread and half a Greek salad from The Oaks Gourmet Market in Hollywood. The cranberries added color and unique flavor. The vibrant veggies in the salad were dressed with olive oil and a touch of Greek honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a somewhat decadent lunch, we decided to do a simple dinner. We  paired some pesto Andrew made a few days ago with Trader Joe's Whole Wheat Gnocchi. The vegetable side was broccoli that had been in the refrigerator since Wednesday and needed to be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aao54WTBvDw/TWC37RQ5XVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dBYrEg2LmGI/s1600/IMG_8357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aao54WTBvDw/TWC37RQ5XVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dBYrEg2LmGI/s320/IMG_8357.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't until I started assembling that I realized it was green on green!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hoping the avocados we got today will be ripe soon. A chopped salad with lots of colorful vegetables and homemade croutons can be so satisfyingly delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-7718665788195571978?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/7718665788195571978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/02/eat-your-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/7718665788195571978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/7718665788195571978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/02/eat-your-green.html' title='Eat Your Green'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aao54WTBvDw/TWC37RQ5XVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dBYrEg2LmGI/s72-c/IMG_8357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-222770824093229223</id><published>2011-02-19T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:10:51.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Colorful Couple of Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our effort to eating more vegetables is going very well. Now, it's time to up the amount of fruit we consume. That's going to be tougher. I buy fruit and it just goes bad before we get a chance to eat it, like that pineapple currently rotting in our kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKfRwH5hrV8/TV94vLmZRHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/mbkA9fXgd6U/s1600/IMG_8347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKfRwH5hrV8/TV94vLmZRHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/mbkA9fXgd6U/s320/IMG_8347.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Organic green beans sautéed with onion and bell pepper added much needed veggies to one of my favorite quick meals, Trader Joe's tuna curry. Under all that is a hearty scoop of bulgur, which is as quick and easy as white rice yet more nutritious than brown rice. Give it a try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TmzMpNtDlM/TV9438z-rEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/o_KMhL1RDGs/s1600/IMG_8353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TmzMpNtDlM/TV9438z-rEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/o_KMhL1RDGs/s320/IMG_8353.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We bought some sweet potatoes the other day and then almost forgot about them. Here they are paired with Chik'n patty, spinach, rice cheese, and pesto panino. That red stuff is Aleppo pepper, which goes on practically everything in this house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EU1w34NxwPE/TV95Kv1La3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/RsfF5AXry4E/s1600/IMG_0150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EU1w34NxwPE/TV95Kv1La3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/RsfF5AXry4E/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight we decided to get out of the house and try a new place, Summer Canteen in Toluca Lake. These Leaf Wrapped Savory Nibbles appetizer with tamarind caramel was a great treat. It reminded me that I should probably make something using the tamarind in the pantry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-q32hEOKPc/TV95N4cPEsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KOyad1c_cGw/s1600/IMG_0151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-q32hEOKPc/TV95N4cPEsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KOyad1c_cGw/s320/IMG_0151.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For dinner, I had the Green Curry of Greens and Tofu. Extra spicy, of course, which just means it had some flavor. The unhulled brown rice was a delicious and nutritious addition!&lt;span class="food_item_name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Andrew enjoyed his Beef Panang Curry but wished for rarer meat (which is not uncommon for him).&lt;span class="food_item_name"&gt; Our server brought us some Thai Iced Tea &lt;/span&gt;crème brûlée on the house. What a great idea! I have my eye on the &lt;span class="food_item_name"&gt;Burmese Tea Leaf Salad for our next visit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="food_item_name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="food_item_name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-222770824093229223?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/222770824093229223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-colorful-couple-of-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/222770824093229223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/222770824093229223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-colorful-couple-of-days.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Colorful Couple of Days'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKfRwH5hrV8/TV94vLmZRHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/mbkA9fXgd6U/s72-c/IMG_8347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-8162109347915548578</id><published>2011-02-14T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:47:32.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need for Roses</title><content type='html'>Give me a colorful pile of veggies over a bouquet of flowers any day, especially Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COncgekwcqM/TVnw6XBNqKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XE_YZsS3NW0/s1600/IMG_8342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COncgekwcqM/TVnw6XBNqKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XE_YZsS3NW0/s320/IMG_8342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sautéing the Broccoli, Cauliflower and Brussels Sprouts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a little Szechwan Pepper Salt and Aleppo Pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZDKcBhq5zA/TVnxCpd_11I/AAAAAAAAAOE/KTmZ3G38Kv4/s1600/IMG_8344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZDKcBhq5zA/TVnxCpd_11I/AAAAAAAAAOE/KTmZ3G38Kv4/s320/IMG_8344.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wrapped some Spinach, Tomato, Bell Peppers, Veggie Patties,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cheese, and Pesto in Lavash and grilled it on the Panini Press.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was all so satisfying and filling. Andrew cut up some strawberries and cantaloupe for us to enjoy for dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-8162109347915548578?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/8162109347915548578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-need-for-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8162109347915548578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8162109347915548578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-need-for-roses.html' title='No Need for Roses'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COncgekwcqM/TVnw6XBNqKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XE_YZsS3NW0/s72-c/IMG_8342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-6900895627765593384</id><published>2011-02-09T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:41:46.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Look Back</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm just waking up from a six month nap. It was so easy to allow myself to get lazy and do practically nothing. I'm still not sure how I got away with doing so little for so long, but I think I'm finally paying the price. It would be nice to go back to a time not so long ago when sitting around doing nothing all day was possible. Maybe reminiscing about China will help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLRSZy2xSUg/TVNtM1uuULI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NEHgi5YUKtY/s1600/IMG_4713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLRSZy2xSUg/TVNtM1uuULI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NEHgi5YUKtY/s320/IMG_4713.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our Kunming hosts were looking out for me and insisted my soup be made with plain hot water. The restaurant's owners, however, were confused by the request and kept coming by to make sure I was happy with my meal. It was delicious! Loved the chrysanthemum petals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fWqp_TDQfu4/TVN0F7PPZHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KOxy5pzvqmo/s1600/IMG_5210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fWqp_TDQfu4/TVN0F7PPZHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KOxy5pzvqmo/s320/IMG_5210.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This long lost cousin of Zuzu's belonged to our horseback riding guide. He had very similar mannerisms to our beloved Tibbie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NAA10w2mMho/TVN0NVuRd-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/HQm8S4lMXNQ/s1600/IMG_5316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NAA10w2mMho/TVN0NVuRd-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/HQm8S4lMXNQ/s320/IMG_5316.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drifting through Lijiang after horseback riding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hKqpCdtqx_I/TVN0UoQC_kI/AAAAAAAAANA/EKcBMfVeY_I/s1600/IMG_5593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hKqpCdtqx_I/TVN0UoQC_kI/AAAAAAAAANA/EKcBMfVeY_I/s320/IMG_5593.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite pictures from the entire trip! The higher the elevation, the smaller the horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhOsszynA5Y/TVN0ezWiU4I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ycy55yJwd3c/s1600/IMG_5902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhOsszynA5Y/TVN0ezWiU4I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ycy55yJwd3c/s320/IMG_5902.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Potala Palace, the the main residence of the Dalai Lama until he fled Tibet, is now mainly a museum and tourist destination. I feel fortunate to have been able to visit such a historic place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AK3kQXQdDo/TVN0kvSeijI/AAAAAAAAANI/6yS7yd_8XaI/s1600/IMG_6066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AK3kQXQdDo/TVN0kvSeijI/AAAAAAAAANI/6yS7yd_8XaI/s320/IMG_6066.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emma, out Lhasa expert, made sure we each had offerings of flowers. The man behind me in line said flowers are the Buddha's favorite gift. Thinking about that still makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibJN38yUiAk/TVN0wILo5-I/AAAAAAAAANM/ga9Xk4E0N6Y/s1600/IMG_6528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibJN38yUiAk/TVN0wILo5-I/AAAAAAAAANM/ga9Xk4E0N6Y/s320/IMG_6528.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of my most memorable moments of the trip. Words cannot even describe what it was like to look out at this glacier while the wind whipped through the prayer flags above our heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ8-sD-l4N4/TVN046os5DI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qDbN-03aCMY/s1600/IMG_6649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ8-sD-l4N4/TVN046os5DI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qDbN-03aCMY/s320/IMG_6649.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the temple in Gyantse, Tibet with the smell of the roasting tsampa coming from the oven below. From this vantage point, we could see several different weather systems around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-v9sIQkk1U/TVN1EfsQEoI/AAAAAAAAANU/U0vLTubRGNk/s1600/IMG_6745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-v9sIQkk1U/TVN1EfsQEoI/AAAAAAAAANU/U0vLTubRGNk/s320/IMG_6745.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all get back in our little green bus and start going down the road when Adrien realizes he can't find his glasses. The driver immediately pulls over and asks the men to get out and direct traffic as he expertly turns the van around on a road with two huge ditches on either side and not much wider than our vehicle is long. We go back to our last stop, men again help with traffic, driver again turns bus around, and we all get out to look for the glasses. After several minutes, we hear Bill yell, "Adrien!" We look up to see him holding up the glasses that were on the floor of the bus the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEoZ0PcVt60/TVN1LhATt1I/AAAAAAAAANY/H5uS7w8PpPg/s1600/IMG_6823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEoZ0PcVt60/TVN1LhATt1I/AAAAAAAAANY/H5uS7w8PpPg/s320/IMG_6823.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little businessman completely forgot his lines as soon as he saw the hair on Andrew's arm. I pointed out that it was like a monkey. From that moment on, the kid just followed Andrew around trying to get his attention by calling out, "Monkey! Monkey!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tu-p-Ma7-xg/TVN1cQmcyqI/AAAAAAAAANg/csfb2W7VQgk/s1600/IMG_7059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tu-p-Ma7-xg/TVN1cQmcyqI/AAAAAAAAANg/csfb2W7VQgk/s320/IMG_7059.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were told there are no traffic cops in China. They do have these these plastic cops posted every so often as a reminder to obey the rules. We also went through speed stops where paperwork was timestamped so we couldn't get through the next speed stop until after a certain amount of time had elapsed without facing a fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr6EjZB22I0/TVN1mH9khOI/AAAAAAAAANk/ttLoFoI4-6Y/s1600/IMG_7149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr6EjZB22I0/TVN1mH9khOI/AAAAAAAAANk/ttLoFoI4-6Y/s320/IMG_7149.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Street food in Chengdu. Our hosts were eager for us to try the local delicacies, so Andrew sampled the squid feet dipped in chili peppers. Think Chinese calamari with a kick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JYmLeV6InE/TVN5cAEHdQI/AAAAAAAAANo/V3gqIqCmIrs/s1600/IMG_7253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JYmLeV6InE/TVN5cAEHdQI/AAAAAAAAANo/V3gqIqCmIrs/s320/IMG_7253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Telefreeking to the Big Buddha on Lantau Island. The ride alone was worth the price of admission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-um_kNlRJqn4/TVN5lf4yBLI/AAAAAAAAANs/xHzhNX4MgTI/s1600/IMG_7272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-um_kNlRJqn4/TVN5lf4yBLI/AAAAAAAAANs/xHzhNX4MgTI/s320/IMG_7272.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a tourist destination but still pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p3sK7b242A0/TVN63bwpMtI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IrFE08zxPdM/s1600/IMG_7448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p3sK7b242A0/TVN63bwpMtI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IrFE08zxPdM/s320/IMG_7448.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hong Kong skyline near the Avenue of the Stars on Kowloon right before the oh so cheesy light show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It turns out there aren't a lot of vegetarians in China and serving rice at banquets honoring your guests is not done, so I had very little food (let alone anything nutritious) for the couple of weeks in mainland China and Tibet. So, it took a few weeks for body to recognize that it could come out of starvation mode. Even with that, I would not change a thing. It was the adventure of a lifetime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1499762354"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1499762355"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-6900895627765593384?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/6900895627765593384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-feel-like-im-just-waking-up-from-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6900895627765593384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6900895627765593384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-feel-like-im-just-waking-up-from-six.html' title='A Look Back'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLRSZy2xSUg/TVNtM1uuULI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NEHgi5YUKtY/s72-c/IMG_4713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-8779645666713170546</id><published>2010-04-22T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:16:09.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Was Your Week?</title><content type='html'>When I finally saw Andrew again yesterday after he was away working on an especially time-consuming episode, I was excited to hear what he'd been up to and share some interesting news with him about a new marketing campaign I might be doing for my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew said he had interesting news as well. Andrew never says he has news, let alone interesting news. All of a sudden my brain was filled with a series of horrible thoughts. Did someone die? Are they canceling the show? What could it possibly be? I knew from the look on his face, whatever it was, it wasn't good. I told him to go first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started by saying he would have told me earlier but he didn't want me to worry. Well, that me even more anxious... and scared! He then preceded to tell me a Muslim group issued a message stating the producers of the show would probably wind up like  Theo Van Gogh (gruesome pictures included) for insulting their prophet. What? The show censored all images of Muhammad. Isn't that the rule? Showing the likeness of a costume bear is against the rules now, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the type of person who stands up to this kind of bullying, but I don't want to see people I care about hurt by people who mean nothing to me. The fanatic is a paradox to me. If it's worth dying or killing over, it's got to be pretty good. If it's that good, why can't it stand on its own merits? Why does it need someone dying or killing over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My news was pretty  mundane compared to Andrew's stories of death threats and armed guards, but he listened anyway. We moved to the couch and chatted a little more until he took an impromptu nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S9CFjHTC0II/AAAAAAAAALo/lFkftSSsfQ0/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S9CFjHTC0II/AAAAAAAAALo/lFkftSSsfQ0/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463013186301251714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imogen missed Andrew, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Andrew fell asleep in a  very uncomfortable looking position. He stayed that way for several  minutes. It's strange the picture tuned out so fuzzy. Maybe it just  reflects how Andrew's brain was feeling at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we watched the controversial episode last night, it was filled with a whole bunch of bleeping and big black boxes with the word CENSORED on them. I was, however, glad the creators were still able to get their message across without outwardly violating the  arbitrary rules set up by a bunch of extremists. Actually, the additional censorship might have added to the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-8779645666713170546?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/8779645666713170546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-was-your-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8779645666713170546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8779645666713170546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-was-your-week.html' title='How Was Your Week?'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S9CFjHTC0II/AAAAAAAAALo/lFkftSSsfQ0/s72-c/IMG_0662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-6986997969980159038</id><published>2010-04-05T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:50:15.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lamb of Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S7pz9z4WVrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/efxeFjGz43Q/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S7pz9z4WVrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/efxeFjGz43Q/s320/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456801404248544946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The First Easter Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had our Easter dinner on Holy Saturday at my parent's place. My mom says that when Armenians have dinner. We don't hide eggs, but we do play the egg tapping game. I introduced my nieces to the egg game and warned them not to play with Dede Vartan (my grandfather, their great-grandfather) because he cheats by using a fake egg. The nieces giggled excitedly as they hit the eggs against each other until they were all broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S7p5KLA4xBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1K8dnx9pTes/s1600/IMG_2990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S7p5KLA4xBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1K8dnx9pTes/s320/IMG_2990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456807114174940178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents and my sister's family were invited to come to my place on Sunday for lunch which included Easter pizza (a tradition since the First Easter Pizza in 2003) and leftovers from Mom's dinner. I spent all morning preparing the dough and making the pizzas completely from scratch. In addition to two large ones (a tomato with basil and a spicy pepper with mushroom) I made two small cheese pizzas for the nieces. I also made some brown rice to supplement the white rice, fish, and curried peas my parents supplied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S7p5e9GgMuI/AAAAAAAAALA/z6pKTShsQgw/s1600/IMG_2991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S7p5e9GgMuI/AAAAAAAAALA/z6pKTShsQgw/s320/IMG_2991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456807471217652450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mother made sure not to forget the lamb cake my grandfather brought with him on Saturday evening. I don't know where he gets them from, but he seems to have one of these freaky things every year. Sevana had asked her grandmother to give her the head on Saturday, but she was told she had to wait until Easter for that. After lunch, my mother decapitated the lamb and proudly presented the head to Sevana. The headless lamb was so morbid I almost cried... right before I sliced off a piece of the neck to taste it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S7p9s9fohhI/AAAAAAAAALY/3_9ZERm9ECk/s1600/IMG_2997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S7p9s9fohhI/AAAAAAAAALY/3_9ZERm9ECk/s320/IMG_2997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456812109887735314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sevana finally gets her hands on&lt;br /&gt;the head of the Lamb of Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S7p9tiqkL0I/AAAAAAAAALg/6GCDmXHIRQA/s1600/IMG_3002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S7p9tiqkL0I/AAAAAAAAALg/6GCDmXHIRQA/s320/IMG_3002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456812119865700162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time Alique got to it, it was missing&lt;br /&gt;an ear but she didn't seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone was done eating, the adults went back to my parent's house for chai. The girls hung out and played for a while. Once Alique started getting sleepy, she could no longer suppress her fear of the cats and dog. That's when Linda came to pick up the nieces and I started cleaning up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-6986997969980159038?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/6986997969980159038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/04/lamb-of-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6986997969980159038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6986997969980159038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/04/lamb-of-easter.html' title='The Lamb of Easter'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S7pz9z4WVrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/efxeFjGz43Q/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-2681496286345759600</id><published>2010-03-18T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:21:36.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetable Lentil Soup</title><content type='html'>The collard greens and red chard at Whole Foods looked too good to pass up. I knew I'd figure out something to do with them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S6K1NUE7IJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NV6xGbE6g3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S6K1NUE7IJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NV6xGbE6g3Y/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450117739404009618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The vegetable lentil soup was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-2681496286345759600?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/2681496286345759600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-protesters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/2681496286345759600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/2681496286345759600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-protesters.html' title='Vegetable Lentil Soup'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S6K1NUE7IJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NV6xGbE6g3Y/s72-c/IMG_0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-6119832129666515200</id><published>2010-03-16T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:49:49.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmetaler and Portobello Boreg</title><content type='html'>Book club is tonight! This month's selection is Catcher in the Rye, in honor of J.D. Salinger's recent passing. I'm looking forward to good company and good food. We're supposed to bring something inspired by the book. I love thinking up dishes that fit the criteria, like today's Emmetaler and Portobello Boreg. I'm sure Holden would rather eat my version than the boring old regular Swiss cheese sandwiches he talked about in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother prepares a tray of boreg for just about every family gathering. Since before I could remember, Mom would ask me to help her put it together. I would layer and butter filo dough one sheet at a time into a baking tray. Once half a standard package of filo was used, I would add jack cheese. Then, I would layer and butter the remaining filo dough, paying special attention to the last piece which had to look perfect sitting on top. The last step for me was to carefully cut the boreg into squares right before Mom beat an egg with some milk and poured it over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S6Am_8-A5EI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iO8RinptEWk/s1600-h/IMG_2887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S6Am_8-A5EI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iO8RinptEWk/s320/IMG_2887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449398429258146882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this batch, I'm substituting the jack cheese for Emmentaler to make it more like a Swiss cheese sandwich. Since I can never leave well enough alone, I'm using half the butter Mom does (adding olive oil to make up the difference), and including sauteed portobellos in with the cheese. Hope it tastes as good as it looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-6119832129666515200?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/6119832129666515200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/emmetaler-and-portobello-boreg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6119832129666515200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6119832129666515200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/emmetaler-and-portobello-boreg.html' title='Emmetaler and Portobello Boreg'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S6Am_8-A5EI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iO8RinptEWk/s72-c/IMG_2887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-6364449754724935410</id><published>2010-03-11T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:01:43.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Train Your Dragon</title><content type='html'>My mother is always calling me to ask a question. Usually, the conversation ends with me agreeing to help her with some random thing around the house or putting a letter together for her office. That's okay, though. She's always there when I need help with Zuzu and the cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Mom called a few days ago to ask me a question, the last thing I expected was to get free passes to a press screening of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How To Train Your Dragon&lt;/span&gt;, but that's what happened. We didn't think we could make it, though, because Andrew had already started back at work. Since the run wasn't in full swing yet, Andrew's boss, Ryan, let him leave a little early so he could attend. We invited our friends, Varoujan and Allison, to use our two additional passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5iUySE739I/AAAAAAAAAKI/sjK9487KCR0/s1600-h/dragon"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5iUySE739I/AAAAAAAAAKI/sjK9487KCR0/s320/dragon" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447267340871524306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How To Train Your Dragon&lt;/span&gt; revolves around Hiccup, a misfit viking living on the island of Berk where fighting dragons is just what you do. I have to admit the story is a bit predictable and left me with some unanswered questions, but the stunning visuals more than make up for that. The movement in Stoick the Vast's beard was mesmerizing, and I was glued to the screen during the dragon flight scenes. All in all, it was the most fun I'd had at the movies in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked over to Umami Burger down the street for dinner. Andrew ordered the Umami Burger, and I got the vegetarian version. Andrew's burger was nice and pink inside, just the way he likes it. The onion rings and sweet potato fries were delicious, too. I'll definitely go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-6364449754724935410?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/6364449754724935410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-train-your-dragon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6364449754724935410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6364449754724935410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-train-your-dragon.html' title='How To Train Your Dragon'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5iUySE739I/AAAAAAAAAKI/sjK9487KCR0/s72-c/dragon' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-2682254147852376512</id><published>2010-03-09T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:43:17.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the Harvest Grain Blend</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how time-consuming it is to set up showings for clients. Tools created for the real estate agent are pretty bad, and everything takes at least five times as long as it should. I needed to break for a bite to eat and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, I had had some bok choy with Trader Joe's Harvest Grain Blend. The bok choy was stir-fried with a little olive oil, salt, and pepper. I pretty much followed the instructions for the Harvest Grain Blend, but added some dried shiitake mushrooms and one packet of vegetable broth concentrate. Oh yeah, and a little soy sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5bNpve19sI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jd5PKxSuqb4/s1600-h/IMG_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5bNpve19sI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jd5PKxSuqb4/s320/IMG_0548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446766916355356354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good counterbalance to my breakfast of bread and Nutella. Okay, Nutella isn't that bad and the bread was Whole Foods Organic Wheat Batard and I only had a very little bit, but it was still nice to get some veggies in me. I had to keep it light, though, since we'll probably be eating out after our sneak preview of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How To Train Your Dragon&lt;/span&gt;. Review coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-2682254147852376512?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/2682254147852376512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-amazing-how-time-consuming-it-is-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/2682254147852376512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/2682254147852376512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-amazing-how-time-consuming-it-is-to.html' title='Love the Harvest Grain Blend'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5bNpve19sI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jd5PKxSuqb4/s72-c/IMG_0548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-1178341499150034711</id><published>2010-03-07T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:21:53.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking to Porto's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5SshEcjrlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k8CYLanvvkA/s1600-h/IMG_0538_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5SshEcjrlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k8CYLanvvkA/s320/IMG_0538_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446167533526953554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew and I did our semi-regular eight and a half mile walk around Burbank today. We started at our house, walked up to the Chandler Bike Path which we took to the end, and walked back on Magnolia Boulevard right by Porto's. Lesley came along for the exercise and for lunch at Porto's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did start to drizzle, and Andrew came prepared. He did look a little silly walking Zuzu in his shorts and sunglasses while holding an umbrella, though. Lesley and I braved the rain without anything more than light jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5Stm06bRfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/A6CcJtvB4Sw/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5Stm06bRfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/A6CcJtvB4Sw/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446168731948107250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On this visit to Porto's, I had a feta sandwich on crusty french bread with tomatoes, basil, and olive oil dressing.  Lesley went with the feta sandwich as well and was quite surprised at what she got for under four dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew had a hard time deciding on an item from the list of meaty options and finally settled on the Pan con Lechon, a Roasted Pork Sandwich. He also had a Pastel de Chorizo, a Spanish-style empanada filled        with pork, which we'd never seen at the Burbank location before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5Swk7JMvgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8ExA05SN1OE/s1600-h/IMG_0543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5Swk7JMvgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8ExA05SN1OE/s320/IMG_0543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446171997795827202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porto's has an extensive selection of sweet pastries and cakes. As always, I got a pineapple empanada. The cheese rolls are a must for first timers like Lesley, so we all got at least one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesley also got something even I had never tried before, the triple chocolate mousse. Oh my! It was so delicious that it might now be my favorite thing on the menu... at least, until the next time I try something new. It's all that good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-1178341499150034711?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/1178341499150034711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/walking-to-portos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/1178341499150034711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/1178341499150034711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/walking-to-portos.html' title='Walking to Porto&apos;s'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5SshEcjrlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k8CYLanvvkA/s72-c/IMG_0538_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-2144507916292473323</id><published>2010-03-04T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:57:59.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Risotto</title><content type='html'>We had mushroom risotto tonight. It's too bad that so many people think it's difficult to prepare. It was actually quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5CYA-r2C0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/-11ekIprlFg/s1600-h/IMG_2866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5CYA-r2C0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/-11ekIprlFg/s320/IMG_2866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445019092085246786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sauteed some onions then added the risotto. A little white wine, some  mushrooms, and the rest was easy. As the liquid was absorbed, I added vegetable broth one ladle at a time for about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The risotto was served with stir-fried Chinese broccoli along with chicken for Andrew and salmon for me. Delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-2144507916292473323?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/2144507916292473323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-risotto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/2144507916292473323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/2144507916292473323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-risotto.html' title='My First Risotto'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S5CYA-r2C0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/-11ekIprlFg/s72-c/IMG_2866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-4694956276464770350</id><published>2010-03-02T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:27:53.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aching Calves!</title><content type='html'>The planning stage started the night before last. Audrey wanted to take a break yesterday from showings to get a bite to eat and hang out at the beach. While we were working out the details, Andrew was making plans to do the Santa Monica stairs after work with some of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all went off without a hitch! I was able to get all my followups for work done in the morning. Audrey and I had lunch at The Griddle and then headed for Santa Monica for a walk on the pier and sand. I was then dropped off at a Starbuck's where I got through about a third of my book before Andrew came to pick me up so we could go to the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and I did four loops down a set of stairs and up another. We estimated it to be about 50 flights. Even though I spent 30 minutes on the stair machine at the gym just a few days ago without any ill effects, my legs really felt the workout last night. They were shaking after only one loop, and my calves are quite sore this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to go back tomorrow, so I'll be doing some stretches on the reformer today. It's a long drive in traffic but well worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-4694956276464770350?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/4694956276464770350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-aching-calves.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/4694956276464770350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/4694956276464770350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-aching-calves.html' title='My Aching Calves!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-711268909334306031</id><published>2010-02-28T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:56:27.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rembrandt &amp; Elvis</title><content type='html'>We spent yesterday evening with two great masters, Rembrandt and Thai Elvis. How can it get any better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago Andrew and I found out that the Rembrandt drawing exhibit at The Getty was ending this weekend. We asked a couple of friends if they wanted to come along, and off we went for an evening of art, music, and food with Lesley and Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S4q3WDioV5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/fNVAmFKM13o/s1600-h/Rembrandt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S4q3WDioV5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/fNVAmFKM13o/s320/Rembrandt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443364689166227346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S4q3XNijMQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8wBOMr-5flo/s1600-h/RembrandtN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S4q3XNijMQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8wBOMr-5flo/s320/RembrandtN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443364709030113538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rembrandt's drawings compared side by side with those of his pupils truly highlight his genius. Even an untrained eye could see the depth and expression in the generally more simple looking but clearly not simple Rembrandts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S4qp8XeAN-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/jJe1Uk1HniA/s1600-h/IMG_0535_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S4qp8XeAN-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/jJe1Uk1HniA/s320/IMG_0535_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443349954187769826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then headed to Thai town for some dinner and Elvis. Palm Restaurant on Hollywood Boulevard not only has pretty good Thai food, but they also have the only Thai Elvis I've ever seen. He's always a real treat to watch. And, as everyone knows... Real Elvis is dead, but Thai Elvis lives forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with the shrimp cake appetizer. Yum! Lesley and I ordered the Pad Kee Mao with fried tofu and Coconut Soup with steamed tofu. The boys had the Pineapple Fried Rice with pork and Shrimp Panang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the evening with a little Beatles RockBand. The perfect day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-711268909334306031?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/711268909334306031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/02/rembrandt-elvis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/711268909334306031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/711268909334306031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/02/rembrandt-elvis.html' title='Rembrandt &amp; Elvis'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S4q3WDioV5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/fNVAmFKM13o/s72-c/Rembrandt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-6673399858857446596</id><published>2010-02-27T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:55:43.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macaroni &amp; Cheese Recipe</title><content type='html'>Last night's macaroni and cheese was pretty good. The béchamel-like base turned out wonderfully, and the variety of cheese used made it extra special. It can be put together in about 30 minutes, especially if the cheese is already grated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reduce the guilt a little bit by using non-fat milk, non-fat cottage cheese, some low-fat cheese, and high fiber pasta. It's still deliciously rich and creamy without making me feel like a complete glutton. I also try to serve it with nutritious veggies. Yesterday, we had my new favorite side, Trader Joe's broccoli and colorful cauliflower mix which comes in it's own ready to microwave steam tray. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to note some cheeses are better for making the sauce than others. I stay away from the super-stringy cheeses such as mozzarella. Last night, I used Manchego, low-fat Jarlsberg Swiss (Swiss adds a tanginess I like), Trader Joe's Mexican blend, and lots (about half the cheese used) of Tillamook cheddar. FYI, too much cheddar can make the sauce oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have asked for the recipe. Since I really don't work from recipes much, especially when not baking, this is my best guess at proportions and technique. Anyone trying it should definitely let me know if something needs adjusting. Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S4l18w7PwsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/P2UjKbbKfsE/s1600-h/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S4l18w7PwsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/P2UjKbbKfsE/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443011311439954626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized my macaroni and cheese doesn't have a name, and I can't think of anything cleaver to call it. Maybe someone can help me name it... Amber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons butter&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons flour&lt;br /&gt;2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;4 cups grated cheese (for sauce)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup grated cheese (for layering/topping)&lt;br /&gt;1 pound pasta&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup cottage cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon paprika&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon Aleppo pepper (or pinch of red pepper flakes)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon black pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons salt (or to taste)&lt;br /&gt;Pinch freshly ground nutmeg (key ingredient)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup panko bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;Sauce pan&lt;br /&gt;Whisk (any other tool and you're sauce will likely be clumpy)&lt;br /&gt;Mixing Bowl&lt;br /&gt;Baking dish&lt;br /&gt;Large serving spoon&lt;br /&gt;Ladle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Begin boiling water for pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Note: It's okay for the sauce to be done before the pasta is ready but not the other way around. Make sure you are ready to use the pasta as soon as it's done. I generally put the pasta in the boiling water just as the sauce is finishing up.&lt;/blockquote&gt;2. Make the béchamel-like white sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heat butter and olive oil on medium heat until butter is completely melted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add flour and whisk until combined.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reduce heat to low. Add small amounts of milk and whisk until all milk is incorporated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Note: When you first add the milk, the mixture will become sticky and may be clumpy. Continue to slowly add milk and whisk until the mixture is the consistency of runny mashed potatoes. At this point, you can add the remaining milk to the mixture a little more quickly.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue to slowly whisk until sauce begins to thicken into a beautiful white cream sauce.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;3. Preheat oven to 350º.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Begin cooking pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Note: Boil until slightly undercooked (1-2 minutes before al dente).&lt;/blockquote&gt;5. Flavor up the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add about one cup of cheese at a time and whisk until completely melted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Note: Cheese will be stringy until it melts completely. If stringiness does not go away or worsens, something went wrong with the sauce -- heat too high, not enough flour, too much cheese, the possibilities are endless. Adding a little wine will eliminate the stringiness. It will also alter the flavor so only as much as necessary (about one teaspoon at a time).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add all the spices and whisk. Taste and add spices as needed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Note: Take into consideration the sauce will be combined with a whole bunch of pasta, so season accordingly. I make mine a little saltier than if I was eating the sauce straight. Yes, sometimes I eat the sauce straight!&lt;/blockquote&gt;6. Mix, layer, and top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add cottage cheese to large mixing bowl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add cooked pasta and mix thoroughly with large spoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slowly ladle in sauce and thoroughly combine with pasta. Reserve about a cup of sauce.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place half of the pasta mixture in baking dish and layer with 1/2 cup shredded cheese.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add remaining pasta mixture, top with about 1 cup cheese sauce, 1/2 cup shredded cheese, and panko bread crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;7. Bake until top begins to bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Note: If the pasta is baked too long at high heat, some of the creaminess is lost. I like it this way too, but Andrew doesn't. To ensure creaminess, I bake at 250º for about 15 minutes. Then, I broil it for a couple minutes until the top is golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-6673399858857446596?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/6673399858857446596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/02/macaroni-cheese-recipe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6673399858857446596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6673399858857446596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/02/macaroni-cheese-recipe.html' title='Macaroni &amp; Cheese Recipe'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S4l18w7PwsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/P2UjKbbKfsE/s72-c/IMG_0526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-5540725009976535714</id><published>2010-01-07T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:50:24.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Is Coming!</title><content type='html'>Since Andrew is such a night person, any activities we do together can't start until half my day is over, unless I want a grumpy husband on my hands. I also can't bring myself to do anything around the house that makes too much noise until after he's out of bed or it's after noon. He's less grumpy when he doesn't have to be awake during morning hours. Adjusting to Andrew's schedule is generally not an issue for me... until Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every day that becomes shorter, my anxiety level increases. When Daylight Saving Time ends, I completely lose it. I get this overwhelming sense that there's never going to be enough time to get to those things on my list of things to do. The closet needs purging. The office needs cleaning. The kitchen needs organizing. I'm sure it's all just going to pile up and become too much to handle. The next thing I know, I'll be on TLC's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help! I'm a Hoarder&lt;/span&gt; talking about how I got myself into this mess, literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the days start getting longer, even though it's only by a few seconds per day, my energy level increases and the time issues resolve themselves. Andrew agreed to wake up by 10:00 AM (which is quite early for him) a couple weeks ago and help with the office. I'm planning on purging the master bedroom closet soon, after I finish going through a couple of boxes left over from the office project and Andrew takes the Goodwill pile away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's all about the kitchen pantry. I have a pretty small kitchen that needs to hold a lot stuff. The pantry is exceptionally tiny, especially for someone who stores as much food as I do, and needs to be reorganized periodically to avoid items falling out when the door is opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew's still asleep, but it's after twelve and time to start working. The sticky buns I made this morning should help reduce the grouchiness he experiences from waking up and moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S0ZDaACYB7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/bNxtb2scEyE/s1600-h/IMG_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S0ZDaACYB7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/bNxtb2scEyE/s320/IMG_2766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424096915179964338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fatboy sniffing away... and they're not even baked yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S0ZDargEKrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hoEwQTwLKx4/s1600-h/IMG_2768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S0ZDargEKrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hoEwQTwLKx4/s320/IMG_2768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424096926847216306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew needs to wake up soon, so we can eat these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-5540725009976535714?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/5540725009976535714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/01/daylight-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/5540725009976535714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/5540725009976535714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2010/01/daylight-is-coming.html' title='Daylight Is Coming!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/S0ZDaACYB7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/bNxtb2scEyE/s72-c/IMG_2766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-8659035827718672118</id><published>2009-09-19T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:54:07.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sichuan Pepper-Salt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On our trip to Napa a few weeks ago, we stopped at Whole Spice in the Oxbow Market. I knew I'd be walking out with the Sichuan peppercorns the instant I noticed they had some. As soon as we got back home to Los Angeles, I pulled out our copy of Barbara's China Moon Cookbook and looked for the Sichuan pepper-salt recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed like a fairly easy recipe, but I was still a little intimidated. Even though I never had the pleasure of meeting Barbara, her memory is still alive and well in the Rhoades family. This was one recipe that needed to be followed precisely, which is very difficult for me to do. If it didn't taste just right, I'd definitely hear about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my attempt was a success, and I used the Sichuan pepper-salt on just about everything. I'm now running pretty low and can't survive without this stuff. It's that amazing! I made a second batch today, and it turned out even better than the first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sra4Lm8pkII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/itsA3V-NdjE/s1600-h/IMG_2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sra4Lm8pkII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/itsA3V-NdjE/s320/IMG_2248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383692914141008002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sichuan peppercorns prior to picking out twigs, thorns, and leaves and roasting with salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sra4MOfSe-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/oA04FyYzfyY/s1600-h/IMG_2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sra4MOfSe-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/oA04FyYzfyY/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383692924755278818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The finished product... So delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of Barbara's other recipes include what seem like an endless list of ingredients with extremely detailed instructions. She does highlight a few simple ones with which to start, so hopefully, my future attempts will be as successful as my first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-8659035827718672118?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/8659035827718672118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/09/sichuan-pepper-salt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8659035827718672118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8659035827718672118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/09/sichuan-pepper-salt.html' title='Sichuan Pepper-Salt'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sra4Lm8pkII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/itsA3V-NdjE/s72-c/IMG_2248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-5560441913734718842</id><published>2009-09-03T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:38:00.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Terrible Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's been so much going on that I totally ignored my blog. I'm a terrible blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to catch up. I spent the last month or so working with clients, attending multiple birthday parties and dinners, visiting with friends, and traveling to Northern California. Andrew and I were hiking two to three times per week until the air quality from the fires became yucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SqB2PdOIoMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sR9lzYzT_QI/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SqB2PdOIoMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sR9lzYzT_QI/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377427962994401474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Andrew, Bart, and the dogs walking through the vineyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SqB2O1aJCHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-rDegmg9iwY/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SqB2O1aJCHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-rDegmg9iwY/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377427952307341426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The ice cream was as delicious as it looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SqC_3r6wtQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3lNtublfhrs/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SqC_3r6wtQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3lNtublfhrs/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377508918483268866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We took Andrew's friend from Chicago, Jerry, to Venice Beach and got this great shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SqBqPNk3uDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aVjF6n8L5NA/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SqBqPNk3uDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aVjF6n8L5NA/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377414764655261746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Little Alique's second birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SqDDfAT69kI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MMVr42IEoOg/s1600-h/IMG_2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SqDDfAT69kI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MMVr42IEoOg/s320/IMG_2235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377512892507289154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View of the Station fire from Toluca Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-5560441913734718842?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/5560441913734718842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-terrible-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/5560441913734718842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/5560441913734718842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-terrible-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m A Terrible Blogger'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SqB2PdOIoMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sR9lzYzT_QI/s72-c/IMG_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-6836238908354490432</id><published>2009-06-30T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:40:27.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirque Berzerk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SkqC5xbnGWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/elQLYnePn_g/s1600-h/CirqueBerzerk"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SkqC5xbnGWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/elQLYnePn_g/s320/CirqueBerzerk" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353235036116556130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday, Andrew and I saw Cirque Berzerk in Downtown Los Angeles with my childhood friend Varoujan and his girlfriend Allison. Andrew said it perfectly, "Now I know what happens when you mix goths with Cirque du Soleil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Skp_fECcdDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ccQZ_xILJHE/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Skp_fECcdDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ccQZ_xILJHE/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353231278719923250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Andrew and the Armenian brother he never had, Varoujan. Andrew is not actually putting his arm around Varoujan. I was just a little too late to catch the rabbit ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Skp_riCqUoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kv-xxOFKCh0/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Skp_riCqUoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kv-xxOFKCh0/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353231492932326018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Allison and Vroujan in front of the big eyeball. I think she was trying to convince him that he had enough pictures of all the gothy people. By the way, that big eyeball shoots flame out of the top. We might have been standing a bit too close when it went off the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-6836238908354490432?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/6836238908354490432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/06/cirque-berzerk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6836238908354490432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6836238908354490432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/06/cirque-berzerk.html' title='Cirque Berzerk'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SkqC5xbnGWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/elQLYnePn_g/s72-c/CirqueBerzerk' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-8937129414377940098</id><published>2009-05-11T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:27:21.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SgjA_LoPrGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bfgE3mWmlUI/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SgjA_LoPrGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bfgE3mWmlUI/s320/IMG_1263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334725950306233442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to have a Mother's Day get-together yesterday in honor of my mom, sister, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mila&lt;/span&gt;. It ended up being a Mother's Day BBQ with lots of delicious treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SgjA_XB086I/AAAAAAAAAF4/x5oxAe980-s/s1600-h/IMG_1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SgjA_XB086I/AAAAAAAAAF4/x5oxAe980-s/s320/IMG_1262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334725953366324130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For appetizers we had feta and Armenian string cheese with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lavash&lt;/span&gt; along with fresh veggies and a homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sun dried&lt;/span&gt; tomato dip. The main course was hamburgers served with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cous&lt;/span&gt; salad, baked beans, and roasted potatoes. Linda's macaroni and cheese contribution was a big hit. To round out the meal, we had mini cinnamon rolls, Armenian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pastries&lt;/span&gt;, and fresh fruit. All in all, it was a very healthy and delicious lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sgi7Wpgg1lI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/39qZKo2NrDg/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sgi7Wpgg1lI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/39qZKo2NrDg/s320/IMG_1259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334719756394092114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whatever Andrew is talking about must be really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sgi7XOH2IRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DjLgmru4jik/s1600-h/IMG_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sgi7XOH2IRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DjLgmru4jik/s320/IMG_1260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334719766222741778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the girls with their version of sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sgi7Xt3PRQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yFH7IAEMavw/s1600-h/IMG_1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sgi7Xt3PRQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yFH7IAEMavw/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334719774743020802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alique&lt;/span&gt; is taking some strawberry with her... on her shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sgi7XSIVTxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zwORdxU4Ujw/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/Sgi7XSIVTxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zwORdxU4Ujw/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334719767298526994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We even got to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Waleed&lt;/span&gt;. What a great treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-8937129414377940098?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/8937129414377940098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8937129414377940098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8937129414377940098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SgjA_LoPrGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bfgE3mWmlUI/s72-c/IMG_1263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-2124622912179265080</id><published>2009-04-13T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:23:08.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Bikram Yoga Class</title><content type='html'>I took a Bikram yoga class this morning! The pain in my shoulder is practically unbearable, and I need to find a way to strengthen my back (which has it's own issues) without hurting my shoulder. I have a Pilates reformer to target my problem areas, and I like going to the gym once or twice a week for more intense cardio and weight training. I love yoga and the flexibility it provides, but there's a problem. The more traditional yoga classes use a lot of downward facing dog, which really aggravates my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SePBLLRUuOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yrqtGYGkwZ4/s1600-h/downward-facing-dog-pose-ardho-mukha-svanasana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SePBLLRUuOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yrqtGYGkwZ4/s320/downward-facing-dog-pose-ardho-mukha-svanasana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324311582230231266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd love to be able to do this again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikram yoga is different. It consists of 26 specific asanas (postures) which are done two time each and in a very specific order, and none of the postures are downward facing dog. It also needs to be done in a room heated to 105 degrees with 40% humidity. Actually, the way in which the practice is put together supposedly heals the body. I so hope that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SePCCBRTdZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/R8S_wUAW4-8/s1600-h/BikramYoga.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SePCCBRTdZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/R8S_wUAW4-8/s320/BikramYoga.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324312524438599058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've never been able to do this, but I'm still holding out hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-2124622912179265080?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/2124622912179265080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-bikram-yoga-class.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/2124622912179265080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/2124622912179265080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-bikram-yoga-class.html' title='My First Bikram Yoga Class'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SePBLLRUuOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yrqtGYGkwZ4/s72-c/downward-facing-dog-pose-ardho-mukha-svanasana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-8154897677221615301</id><published>2009-03-31T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:51:42.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Eating the Pistachios Anyway!</title><content type='html'>As part of a string of errands yesterday, Audrey and I went to Sarkis Pastry in Glendale for some good old fashioned Armenian paklava (Baklava to non-Armenians). Armenian paklava is made with a sugar syrup not honey, so it has a different flavor than the typical store bought baklava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a huge fan of paklava (or baklava) growing up, but later figured out it was the walnuts I didn't like. Fortunately, Armenian bakeries make various types of paklava, including almond and cashew filled ones. Now that I know which ones to get, I enjoy going to Sarkis Pastry (the only place I buy paklava) and getting my four favorite types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SdL_PCyU7uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/K4_H0QKpbrU/s1600-h/IMG_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SdL_PCyU7uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/K4_H0QKpbrU/s320/IMG_0831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319594743789055714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought it would be interesting for Audrey to tag along and see how it all works. She seemed to enjoy the experience and even got a small box filled with about seven pieces to take home. I purchased two boxes. One for tea with a friend in the morning. The other for Andrew to take to work. Audrey and I bought one cream filled phyllo triangle to share right then and there. All the paklava got an extra sprinkling of pistachio on top after it was packaged, and the cream filled pastry got a drizzle of syrup with pistachio sprinkles. Audrey and I devoured our phyllo pastry as soon as we got back to the car. It was delicious, and we were hungry. After getting home and getting settled, I discovered my friend wasn't going to be able to make it to tea in the morning after all. I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't be seeing her, but at least, there's paklava. I had one piece yesterday evening and another piece in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Audrey came to work in the morning, she asked me if I had seen the news and heard about the pistachio recall. Well, I don't watch the news, so I hadn't heard anything. It turns out Salmonella was found in some pistachios traced back to a giant plant in California, and the FDA is asking people not to eat pistachios until further notice. Since we both had eaten the paklava and weren't sick, we figured our pistachios were probably safe to eat. Just as a precaution, I called and notified Andrew of the recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely get paklava, so it's unfortunate the pistachio recall had to happen now. I think for the most part it will be alright. I'll keep the paklava away from anyone with a compromised immune system and warn those wanting some of the risks. I just had another piece paklava and am pretty certain it's worth the minuscule risk of getting salmonella poisoning (at least for me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-8154897677221615301?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/8154897677221615301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-eating-pistachios-anyway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8154897677221615301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8154897677221615301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-eating-pistachios-anyway.html' title='I&apos;m Eating the Pistachios Anyway!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SdL_PCyU7uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/K4_H0QKpbrU/s72-c/IMG_0831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-3079039508419240469</id><published>2009-03-19T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:13:11.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of the Times</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, as Audrey and I were showing property to a client, my cell phone rang. Normally, I don't answer my cell phone when I'm with a client, but this was different. The caller and the client to whom we were currently showing property know each other. I said, "Hey, it's Jason. I wonder why he's calling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason is a friend and a client. He purchased a lovely home in a nice pocket of North Hollywood. As soon as Jason started talking, it was clear he was not in as jovial a mood as the rest of us. He seemed a little anxious, so I knew something was wrong. He had an issue and he wasn't sure what to do about it, so he decided to call me, a local friend and his real estate agent. There was a beat up designer gym bag on his front stoop when he went out to get the mail that day. My first thought was if he felt comfortable opening it, he would have done so already and not called me. I said, "Call the police."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason seemed a little shocked by my immediate and direct advice. I told him not to call 911 or anything like that. Instead, I advised him to look in his yellow pages and call his local police station. I figured he could ask them for advice on what to do. I then asked him to keep me posted. Well, the police came, called the bomb squad, and evacuated some houses around the neighborhood. You can read Jason's account of events on his &lt;a href="http://sourpunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/bomb-squad.html#comments"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/ScKM0TipitI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S1M0egZ07G4/s1600-h/lapd_bombsquad_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/ScKM0TipitI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S1M0egZ07G4/s320/lapd_bombsquad_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314965340477295314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the sense that Jason felt a little silly about all the hoopla he caused, especially since it turned out there was no nefarious intent and the bag was probably dumped by a transient. It's important to note the police called the bomb squad after coming out and determining they did not want to attempt to open the bag themselves. If the police wouldn't touch the bag, it's a good thing Jason didn't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a exciting AND productive day yesterday. In addition to Jason's bomb squad adventure, we also wrote an offer (which looks quite promising) for our client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: It turns out the bag had some shoes in it that were dropped off at the wrong address by a shoe repair person. A man knocked on Jason's door late the next evening looking for the bag. Jason, who was still a little shaken up by the previous day's events, initially told him that he had not seen a bag. When the the man insisted, Jason said he would look to see if his gardeners had thrown it out. The shoes were retrieved from the trash and returned to the shoe repair guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-3079039508419240469?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/3079039508419240469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/03/sign-of-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/3079039508419240469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/3079039508419240469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/03/sign-of-times.html' title='Sign of the Times'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/ScKM0TipitI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S1M0egZ07G4/s72-c/lapd_bombsquad_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-292946649007153550</id><published>2009-03-09T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:04:48.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week One</title><content type='html'>Andrew's been back at work for a couple weeks now, and the first episode is due to air this coming Wednesday. It's difficult to go from seeing him 24/7 to not having him around at all. On the bright side, we spend less on groceries, and I get to lose some of those extra hiatus pounds I put on. Andrew tends to be a little grumpy during the run, so I try to stay out of his way as much as possible. In a few short weeks it will all be over. Andrew will be allotted one week recuperation time. Then, it's off to the gym and hiking and anything else I can squeeze in. Those extra hiatus pounds are not welcome anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-292946649007153550?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/292946649007153550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/292946649007153550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/292946649007153550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-one.html' title='Week One'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-3988642576568767204</id><published>2009-03-05T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:18:32.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Moving Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SbCRLmQCYoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0T7Eg11VQ1g/s1600-h/n700471520_2043518_4322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SbCRLmQCYoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0T7Eg11VQ1g/s320/n700471520_2043518_4322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309903589102215810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audrey and me on my wedding day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost two weeks since my friend and former co-worker, Audrey Rainbolt, starting working with me in my real estate business. It was a good time for her to start. We currently have three clients to whom we are showing properties. Plus, we have several strong prospects who can turn into clients at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people don't realize the amount of work that goes into a real estate transaction from start to finish. It's going to be nice to have some help, especially from someone like Audrey. We have slightly different strengths and complement each other very well. I'm so excited she actually LOVES to organize the office and set up files. I'm sure she's happy that I can store all kinds of little details in my brain so she doesn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey is well on her way to becoming a full fledged partner. She'll be taking her real estate exam this month and might have her license as early as next month. Until then, she's learning the ropes by assisting me. Now, we just need a catchy team name with an available URL. We are real estate agents after all. Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-3988642576568767204?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/3988642576568767204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-are-moving-along.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/3988642576568767204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/3988642576568767204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-are-moving-along.html' title='Things Are Moving Along'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SbCRLmQCYoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0T7Eg11VQ1g/s72-c/n700471520_2043518_4322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-2702487045798514452</id><published>2009-02-25T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:28:48.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegan Ideas for Lent</title><content type='html'>The forty days of Lent are upon us!  The last day of Lent is the day before Easter (which falls on the first Sunday after the full moon after the spring equinox). Today is the start of Lent, also known as Ash Wednesday. Wikipedia provides the following information on Ash Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ash Wednesday gets its name from the practice of placing ashes on the foreheads of the faithful as a sign of repentance. The ashes used are gathered after the Palm Crosses from the previous year's Palm Sunday are burned. In the liturgical practice of some churches, the ashes are mixed with the Oil of the Catechumens (one of the sacred oils used to anoint those about to be baptized), though some churches use ordinary oil. This paste is used by the priest who presides at the service to make the sign of the cross &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sign_of_the_cross" title="Sign of the cross" class="mw-redirect"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, first upon his own forehead and then on each of those present who kneel before him at the altar rail. As he does so, he recites the words: "Remember (O man) that you are dust, and to dust you shall return."&lt;/blockquote&gt;There are so many interesting rituals around Lent. Traditionally, people give up something for Lent. I know a few who abstain from eating any animal products at all, essentially becoming vegan for forty days. In honor of those who observe Lent in this way, here are some vegan friendly meal ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegan Burgers, Vegan Dogs, Vegan Corn Dogs, Sweet Potato Fries, Potato Salad (Lemon Juice &amp;amp; Olive Oil Dressing),  Pasta (Marinara), Pasta (Olive Oil, Garlic, Parsley), Mixed Salad with Chicken-Less, Curried Peas &amp;amp; Rice, Veggie Gyoza, Fruit Salad, Cole Slaw, Vegan Chorizo Tacos, Vegan Chorizo Tofu Scramble, and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post some pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-2702487045798514452?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/2702487045798514452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/02/vegan-ideas-for-lent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/2702487045798514452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/2702487045798514452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/02/vegan-ideas-for-lent.html' title='Vegan Ideas for Lent'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-7740873268955350747</id><published>2009-02-23T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:01:14.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch, That Hurts!</title><content type='html'>Last night as Andrew and I were preparing dinner, I went to step over his foot and didn't quite make it. My little toe ran right into the side of his big shod foot. I heard a snap but thought it must have been something else. When Andrew said he heard it too, I wondered if my toe could be broken. It didn't hurt as much as I thought a broken toe should, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was in a hurry to get ready for the gym and didn't remember the injury until I put on my shoes. I could feel pressure on my little toe in the shoe, but it didn't seem that bad. I didn't notice the bruise until I got back from the gym and took off my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaOG8qMstpI/AAAAAAAAADw/fycDuVHUlDw/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaOG8qMstpI/AAAAAAAAADw/fycDuVHUlDw/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306233162650400402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks worse than it is. I'm sure it's not broken or anything and only hurts when direct pressure is applied. At least, the bruise looks good with my purple nail polish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-7740873268955350747?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/7740873268955350747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouch-that-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/7740873268955350747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/7740873268955350747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouch-that-hurts.html' title='Ouch, That Hurts!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaOG8qMstpI/AAAAAAAAADw/fycDuVHUlDw/s72-c/IMG_0788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-6422514916578837359</id><published>2009-02-21T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:46:21.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crepes, Crepes, and More...</title><content type='html'>All our guests have come and gone. The house is almost back to normal. I love entertaining. Well, mainly, I love feeding people. Even though there wasn't enough time to prepare everything on the menu and I forgot to put out the hummus, I think everyone had enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDf9a_qizI/AAAAAAAAACw/BsjiivTLOxo/s1600-h/IMG_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDf9a_qizI/AAAAAAAAACw/BsjiivTLOxo/s320/IMG_0784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305486607353809714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crepes were the main attraction, and boy, did they taste delicious. Normally, I'd feel a little like one of those cooking show hosts tooting my own horn like that (you know who I'm talking about),  but these crepes are so easy to make that I can't really take any credit for how good they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to acknowledge two people who helped make this day a success. Audrey came early and acted as my sous chef. Anyone who has been around me before a party knows this is not as easy as it sounds. Andrew contributed his delicious pesto (with pumpkin seeds instead of pine nuts) and Famous (well, to me at least, since I named it) Andrew Salad with feta cheese, green apples, raisins, and pecans in a sesame, rice vinegar, and peanut butter dressing. I'll be sure to post the recipe soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like to provide a meat item for my carnivorous friends, so today we had Buffalo wings. I hear they were good (especially considering they come frozen from Trader Joe's) and spicy. Since we were serving Buffalo wings, we had to have Blue Cheese dressing (ranch dressing fans can look for my "Ranch Dressing Really Sucks" post soon to follow). Since I can't bring myself serve store bought dressing, I made it myself completely from scratch. The dressing turned out well. First I made homemade mayonnaise and then added buttermilk, sour cream, parsley, garlic, and Blue Cheese crumbles. Normally, I avoid mayo based sauces like the plague, but blue cheese dressing doesn't have distinct mayo flavor that I despise. In fact, it was so good that I served crudités so I could enjoy some of the dressing, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was homemade chili con queso (btw, I found a trick that ensures the dip is never stringy), guacamole, and chips. I also baked a loaf of bread this morning to serve with a selections of cheeses. I also made a potato salad (no mayo, of course), and Audrey helped to put together a whole wheat cous cous salad. We finally got to use the beverage dispenser Neil and Christine gave us for our lemonade concoction with Myer lemon slices and fresh mint leaves. As usual, orange juice, mimosas, beer, and mixed drinks were available as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuzu and Fatboy, being social animals, seemed to have a great time interacting with all the guests. Imogen, however, was nowhere to be found most of the day, and the only news I got on her was that she bit Wonnie (not hard, probably a love bite). At least this time, none of the animals knocked a whole glass of mimosa into Nora's purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fun time had by all, as the pictures show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kris has heard this one before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDpBWzGQ1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/un-FwIGyx7o/s1600-h/IMG_0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDpBWzGQ1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/un-FwIGyx7o/s320/IMG_0774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305496570551485266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's in the cup, Lesly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDpCDiKF1I/AAAAAAAAADY/vOn_P4njUVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDpCDiKF1I/AAAAAAAAADY/vOn_P4njUVQ/s320/IMG_0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305496582560028498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eldon and Jennifer talking about eyebrow shaping or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDpB2mAsZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vAgRdwhktNg/s1600-h/IMG_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDpB2mAsZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vAgRdwhktNg/s320/IMG_0777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305496579086528914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kimmie is just thinking about her upcoming trip to Palm Springs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDpBm0stCI/AAAAAAAAADI/MktIGOu6X5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDpBm0stCI/AAAAAAAAADI/MktIGOu6X5Y/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305496574853166114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish I was in on this conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDpBqObUtI/AAAAAAAAADA/ab7vQwb6xy4/s1600-h/IMG_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDpBqObUtI/AAAAAAAAADA/ab7vQwb6xy4/s320/IMG_0775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305496575766385362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow! Nice! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDrHGu8ahI/AAAAAAAAADg/RlccTwnAn4U/s1600-h/IMG_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDrHGu8ahI/AAAAAAAAADg/RlccTwnAn4U/s320/IMG_0783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305498868341565970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paul is contemplating another crepe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDrHRzYD7I/AAAAAAAAADo/pnuFsgOeiSs/s1600-h/IMG_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDrHRzYD7I/AAAAAAAAADo/pnuFsgOeiSs/s320/IMG_0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305498871312945074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-6422514916578837359?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/6422514916578837359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/02/crepes-crepes-and-more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6422514916578837359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/6422514916578837359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/02/crepes-crepes-and-more.html' title='Crepes, Crepes, and More...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SaDf9a_qizI/AAAAAAAAACw/BsjiivTLOxo/s72-c/IMG_0784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-8747980631309888914</id><published>2009-02-19T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:34:42.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's so much going on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner, Movie, and an Offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SZ4g5g-9MGI/AAAAAAAAACo/JDRXwyuOnIk/s1600-h/coraline-laika-henry-selick-751719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SZ4g5g-9MGI/AAAAAAAAACo/JDRXwyuOnIk/s320/coraline-laika-henry-selick-751719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304713583567646818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I still haven't gotten used to posting on a regular basis. I'm sure it will become a habit one day. It's also been pretty hectic, so there hasn't been much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew went back to work a couple weeks ago. He still has weekends off, but doesn't get home until fairly late. He's off around 6:00 PM, and stays at work for an hour or so (playing WoW, of course) until traffic eases up a little. This means dinner is even later than usual, which is difficult for me since my body really wants its biggest meal around 2:00 PM and isn't all that happy about waiting as long as it already does to eat something substantial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before the run started, Andrew and I went to Irori, a Japanese restaurant in Marina Del Rey, with a few of his co-workers after seeing Coraline (which was amazing). They all talked me into having people over for crepes before crunch starts, so I've been menu planning and shopping for that all week long. I can't buy too much at one time when Andrew isn't with me, since it's just too hard to get all those groceries up to our second floor condo. I'll be finishing up the shopping tomorrow. We are expecting around 20 people in our little condo. It should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I wrote an offer a couple days ago. We tried to make it as strong as possible while still staying within budget. So far, it's going well. We won't know for sure until they accept or counter our offer. It was a foreclosure and banks are really trying to sell their properties, so they price them well and buyers end up in bidding wars. Believe it or not, we are seeing multiple offers (sometimes over 20 of them) for properties that are well priced. I try to avoid bidding wars (which usually drive up the price) and focus on finding properties that have room for negotiation. The seller might take less (sometimes even less than if it were priced aggressively) because nobody else is offering anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's Day at the Rhoades House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SZ35U55tjeI/AAAAAAAAACg/W0aHSeRWeco/s1600-h/IMG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SZ35U55tjeI/AAAAAAAAACg/W0aHSeRWeco/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304670073647893986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was Valentine's Day, which at our house is pretty uneventful. I don't like dealing with all the crowds (and neither does my introvert husband), so we usually stay home and relax. Andrew has been warned to never by me flowers on Valentine's Day or else I'll have to divorce him for being fiscally irresponsibility. I don't have anything against getting flowers, and Andrew is more than welcome to buy me flowers any other day of the year. I just don't get paying more for something for no other reason than it was purchased on a specific day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Andrew bacon and eggs for breakfast, and then we got a special surprise. Our friend Jennifer got her dates mixed up and showed up a week early to our crepetastic get-together. She had flowers with her, but I'm sure they were from Trader Joe's or someplace responsible like that. It was a great Valentine's Day topped off with Indian food at my mom's place for dinner. She did have two screaming grandchildren with her, but the cuteness overrides the screaming, for me at least. I don't think Andrew would agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-8747980631309888914?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/8747980631309888914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-so-much-going-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8747980631309888914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8747980631309888914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-so-much-going-on.html' title='There&apos;s so much going on!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SZ4g5g-9MGI/AAAAAAAAACo/JDRXwyuOnIk/s72-c/coraline-laika-henry-selick-751719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-3978324232672253119</id><published>2009-01-24T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:40:40.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crepe Recipe</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading an article on The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Huffington&lt;/span&gt; Post about how top chefs are hoping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; food habits will influence more Americans to eat better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help kick off this era of good food and transparency, I am posting the recipe for my buttery crepe which were served at my Obama Inauguration Party earlier this week. The crepes are so easy to make, you'll wonder why you didn't try to make your own crepes sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite way to eat crepes is with a squeeze of lemon and some powdered sugar. I also enjoy them with some fresh berries and whipped cream or Le Pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quotidien&lt;/span&gt; Brunette (hazelnut spread) with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bonne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maman&lt;/span&gt; Four Fruits Preserves. Chocolate/Hazelnut spread and bananas are a traditional and much loved filling/topping option as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Included in the recipe are the exact ingredients I use. As long as the proportions are roughly the same, the brands and types of ingredients can easily be changed. I like to try to use whole wheat flour whenever possible. A little bit of white whole wheat (I use the King Arthur brand from Trader Joe's or Whole Foods) actually gives these crepes some needed texture. Too much whole wheat flour makes them tough, though. Experiment and let me know what you think. They really are easy to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXuwIQM7NWI/AAAAAAAAACY/cbm0xzVB7Mk/s1600-h/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXuwIQM7NWI/AAAAAAAAACY/cbm0xzVB7Mk/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295019442738771298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I make crepes regularly, I purchased a special crepe pan (pictured above). When I am making triple and quadruple batches I have two of these pans going simultaneously which helps cut prep time nearly in half. You don't need a special pan to make these delicious crepes. A regular frying or omelet pan (pictured below) works fine. Just make sure it's non-stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXuvyH5WCgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y-Qcgt1wWYc/s1600-h/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXuvyH5WCgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y-Qcgt1wWYc/s320/IMG_0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295019062552037890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes approximately 8 crepes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximate Nutritional Information (1 Crepe):&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 106&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 6g, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Carbs&lt;/span&gt;: 7.5g, Protein: 4.5g&lt;br /&gt;Sat Fat: 3g, Fiber: 0.5g, Sugar: 2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Cup All Purpose Unbleached Flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Cup White Whole Wheat Flour&lt;br /&gt;3 Large Eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 Teaspoon Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1-1/4 Cups Non-Fat Milk&lt;br /&gt;1 Teaspoon Lemon Extract&lt;br /&gt;3 Tablespoons Salted Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tools:&lt;br /&gt;Non-Stick Crepe or Omelet Pan&lt;br /&gt;Whisk&lt;br /&gt;Large Ladle&lt;br /&gt;Silicone Spatula&lt;br /&gt;Turner/Spatula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Melt butter on low heat. Set aside and let cool.&lt;br /&gt;2. In mixing bowl, whisk together all the flour and eggs until mixture is smooth.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add vanilla and 1 tablespoon of milk to the flour/egg mixture. Mix until thoroughly incorporated.&lt;br /&gt;4. Slowly whisk in the remaining milk.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mix in melted butter and lemon extract. Do not try to fully incorporate the butter into the batter. No matter how much it is stirred, the butter should stay separated and rise to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;6. Heat pan on medium heat.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stir batter with ladle and pour one ladle full of batter into pan. Swirl the pan around until a thin layer of batter covers the bottom of the pan.&lt;br /&gt;8. Once crepe edge starts to brown, lift one side of crepe with silicone spatula, slide flipper under crepe and flip. Flipped crepe should look lacy.&lt;br /&gt;9. Slide crepe onto plate and repeat process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any leftovers can be covered so they don't dry out and placed in the refrigerator. Microwave for a few seconds to reheat. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-3978324232672253119?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/3978324232672253119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/01/crepe-recipe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/3978324232672253119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/3978324232672253119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/01/crepe-recipe.html' title='Crepe Recipe'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXuwIQM7NWI/AAAAAAAAACY/cbm0xzVB7Mk/s72-c/IMG_0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-1331900228399729223</id><published>2009-01-20T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:36:55.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes We Did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2895468&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2895468&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;President Obama: Words for How We Feel Now&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1185710"&gt;Emily Troutman&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was obviously different. Since when do people get so excited about a presidential inauguration? I even had people over for breakfast to share in the celebration. I don't even know if I've seen another inauguration, except in news clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXbXd2IyUvI/AAAAAAAAABo/uSdtnMUcOos/s1600-h/slide_850_15046_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXbXd2IyUvI/AAAAAAAAABo/uSdtnMUcOos/s320/slide_850_15046_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293655319769142002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXbXeCheDOI/AAAAAAAAABw/DEHwJuQwLV0/s1600-h/slide_850_15045_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXbXeCheDOI/AAAAAAAAABw/DEHwJuQwLV0/s320/slide_850_15045_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293655323093896418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXbXeE2BpCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ewt4EavJGQY/s1600-h/slide_865_15133_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXbXeE2BpCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ewt4EavJGQY/s320/slide_865_15133_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293655323716985890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXbXebAkHvI/AAAAAAAAACA/6l32eFTBVbg/s1600-h/slide_865_15139_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXbXebAkHvI/AAAAAAAAACA/6l32eFTBVbg/s320/slide_865_15139_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293655329666768626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nelson Mandela, Former South African President:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your election to this high office has inspired people as few other events in recent times have done. Amongst many around the world a sense of hopelessness had set in as so many problems remain unresolved and seemingly incapable of being resolved. &lt;p&gt;"You, Mister President, have brought a new voice of hope that these problems can be addressed and that we can in fact change the world and make of it a better place.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...............................................................................&lt;/p&gt;Gordon Brown, British Prime Minister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is a man of great vision, he is a man of great determination and energy and he is a man of great moral purpose. And I think all these qualities are ones that will stand him in great stead for facing up to the changes ahead of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;................................................................................&lt;/p&gt; Angela Merkel, German Chancellor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe today is a very special day not only for the United States of America but also a special day for billions of people all over the world. The fact that a black president is inaugurated and the fact that we are looking at an intensive trans-Atlantic co-operation is something that not only moves the heads and thoughts but also the hearts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicolas Sarkozy, French President:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With your election, the American people has vigorously expressed its confidence in progress and in the future, as well as its resolve to have an open, new, strong and caring America that you embody. &lt;p&gt;"As you are entering office, I should like to convey to you, on my behalf and on the behalf of the people of France, my very best wishes for great success at the head of the American nation."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;................................................................................&lt;/p&gt; Kevin Rudd, Australian Prime Minister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe from everything I have seen, read and heard and from the conversations that I have had with him that the American people have chosen well in their new president."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-1331900228399729223?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/1331900228399729223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-we-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/1331900228399729223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/1331900228399729223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-we-did.html' title='Yes We Did!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXbXd2IyUvI/AAAAAAAAABo/uSdtnMUcOos/s72-c/slide_850_15046_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-8844578369980239304</id><published>2009-01-18T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:09:34.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend With Liz &amp; Mike</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth and Mike came to visit for a couple of days, and we had loads of fun. I wish they could have stayed longer, but they had to get back home and back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to the Getty Villa off of Pacific Coast Highway in Pacific Palisades. Driving down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PCH&lt;/span&gt; on a 78 degree January day was a little surreal. The beaches were packed with surfers trying to make the best of the poor surfing conditions, and we even saw three people on surfboards with long paddles. They looked a little funny... more like gondoliers than surfers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ35g_P3PI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aNC3Y_b2zR8/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ35g_P3PI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aNC3Y_b2zR8/s320/IMG_0633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292916923314461938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Getty Villa is a spectacular place to visit. Admission to the center and museum are free, but there is a parking fee. The museum which houses Greek, Roman, and Etruscan antiquities is architecturally in the style of a Roman villa complete with gardens. I was all ready to take a ton of pictures of my favorite people in one of my favorite places with my brand new digital SLR when I realized my backup battery was still in the charger at home and the only battery I had with me was almost out of juice. Well, at least I got a couple pictures before it died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ36f66y6I/AAAAAAAAABI/GIZbUHESuA8/s1600-h/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ36f66y6I/AAAAAAAAABI/GIZbUHESuA8/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292916940207737762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ3583AKzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2uFPQ6PoNEk/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ3583AKzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2uFPQ6PoNEk/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292916930796071730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ36L7xrbI/AAAAAAAAABA/PknsvYfZ_go/s1600-h/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ36L7xrbI/AAAAAAAAABA/PknsvYfZ_go/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292916934842625458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After going through the museum building, we had lunch at the villa cafe and then decided to check out the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica. Since it was Saturday the Promenade was filled with street performers, shoppers, and curious onlookers such as ourselves. As soon as the sun began to set and it started getting a little chilly, we head back to the San Fernando Valley. Along the way we discovered Mike had never been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BJ's&lt;/span&gt; or even heard of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pizookie&lt;/span&gt;. We knew we had to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BJ's&lt;/span&gt; for dinner and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pizookie&lt;/span&gt;. I ordered a pineapple and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jalapeno&lt;/span&gt; pizza, my favorite. For dessert, Andrew and I shared a half triple chocolate and half chocolate chip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pizookie&lt;/span&gt; with all vanilla ice cream. I was in Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to the Los Angeles Zoo today. Andrew and I are members, so we got everyone in for free. Walking up and down the hills is good exercise. Plus, we get to support our local zoo. The new gorilla habitat is wonderful, and I can't wait to see the expanded elephant enclosure once it opens. There is always a young giraffe (this time two) and baby koala. The lions, tigers, snow leopards, orangutans, and chimpanzees are a must see as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ-3rovlKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kiEuwFtwHAg/s1600-h/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ-3rovlKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kiEuwFtwHAg/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292924588394517666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ-4hD-h3I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZV26vvE9vm4/s1600-h/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ-4hD-h3I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZV26vvE9vm4/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292924602735822706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the Zoo, we drove into Thai Town in Hollywood and had Thai food at Palms, famous for its Thai Elvis impersonator. When we finally figured out what we all wanted and placed our order, the server wanted to make sure we knew what we were getting into when we requested everything be spicy. We assured her we understood that the food would be very spicy, exactly the way we wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dishes started coming out and the Basil Chicken (which I unfortunately couldn't taste because I don't eat chicken) was apparently extremely spicy. Andrew and Elizabeth concluded it was some of the spiciest food they'd ever put into their mouths. Mike took a short break until the pain subsided and then dug into the Beef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Panang&lt;/span&gt;. Andrew said the Basil Chicken was by far the spiciest dish we ordered and at least twice as spicy as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kee&lt;/span&gt; Mao Noodles which were spicy enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rounded out our meal with Shrimp Cakes (my current favorite), Chicken Satay, Spring Rolls, and Coconut Soup with Shrimp. It was all quite delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXRH4x--ZKI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ie5wlH_Fpi8/s1600-h/IMG_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXRH4x--ZKI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ie5wlH_Fpi8/s320/IMG_0685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292934502882895010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-8844578369980239304?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/8844578369980239304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-with-liz-mike.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8844578369980239304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/8844578369980239304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-with-liz-mike.html' title='Weekend With Liz &amp; Mike'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SXQ35g_P3PI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aNC3Y_b2zR8/s72-c/IMG_0633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173593870714257121.post-1326056925184783574</id><published>2009-01-10T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:02:40.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go...</title><content type='html'>So, here's my new blog. I got the name from David Sedaris. His book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me Talk Pretty One Day&lt;/span&gt; is a must read for anyone who enjoys a good side splitting laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On my fifth trip to France I limited myself to the words and phrases that people actually use. From the dog owners I learned "Lie down," "Shut up," and "Who shit on this carpet?" The couple across the road taught me to ask questions correctly, and the grocer taught me to count. Things began to come together, and I went from speaking like an evil baby to speaking like a hillbilly. "Is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thems&lt;/span&gt; the thoughts of cows?" I'd ask the butcher, pointing to the calves' brains displayed in the front window. "I want me some lamb chop with handles on 'em."&lt;/blockquote&gt;It seems appropriate. Besides the obvious comparison of my ramblings to bovine musing, it's important for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lacto&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ovo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pesco&lt;/span&gt;-vegetarian like myself to know calf brains are even a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is to take as many pictures of the things I enjoy and share them with anyone interested. That said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlxxc4HafI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hBl8GM5vMAc/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlxxc4HafI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hBl8GM5vMAc/s320/IMG_0553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289884331702446578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been consumed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zuzu&lt;/span&gt; and her mysterious ailment. She's always been a strange dog with bizarre behavior patterns. When she started periodically trembling about a week ago, we thought it was jut a reaction to our being out of town without her for a few days. After all, this is the dog that runs away from me when it's bath time and shivers in the shower before, during, and after the entire process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trembling continued for three days, so we took her to the vet for tests. The tests were precautionary. We never expected them to reveal anything significant. The vet believes she is either responding to fear or pain. She is on pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and doing a little better. The trembling has decreased and her appetite is coming back. We try to make her feel safe and loved without encouraging bad habits or spoiling her too much. We'll know she's really feeling better once she starts playing with her toys again... which she hasn't done in over a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173593870714257121-1326056925184783574?l=lenaohanessian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/feeds/1326056925184783574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/1326056925184783574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173593870714257121/posts/default/1326056925184783574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lenaohanessian.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02980501317753427102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlQnww9eJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-h4dCUXgG4/S220/IMG_NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMdf_bAEfus/SWlxxc4HafI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hBl8GM5vMAc/s72-c/IMG_0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
