Tatyana in medias res

Sometimes I wonder if I am heartless because I am unaffected by death. Not unaffected entirely, but not like a normal person. a lot of things make me cry, when I my parents yell at me I cry, when I get angry I cry, when I fight with my siblings I invariably cry. But for some reason I don't when someone goes to the other side. Isn’t it true that everything that breathes must stop at some time, as sure is birth so is death. Anything born come with the number of days it will live. Animal and child alike. Then why is it so hard for us to digest it? Am I too young to know this, or have I not experienced it closely enough to be affected by it could be questionable. I feel sorry for the loss, the fact that we will never hang again, and never laugh together and eat together and make new memories, and it is possible that over time we will make new memories which will replace those that we made with the one. But that's life isn't it. I believe everything that goes, comes back a

I didn't write this, and it's kind of long, but spells my heart out for all the picky eaters out there. For my niece ... Because the internet will be around forever and I will not. I worry and wonder if you’ll discover the flavors of the world given you are such a picky eater now. Because your parents are not world travelers, I wonder if it’ll take you as long as it took me to discover that fruit can be delicious year round and that the heirloom tomato is far superior to Jersey tomatoes. I wonder if you will continue to despise everything green as you get older and worry you’ll miss out on green delicacies like California avocados and Japanese edamame. When I was your age, I did not spend a lot of time in the kitchen. As I got older and started living on my own, I wished I had paid more attention to how my mother made her meatballs or how my grandmother made apple pie and a crust from scratch. I do still have both of their recipe boxes filled with recipes where some are

On a general note I am a very satisfied person, when it comes to me. I really think highly of everything about me. I like my sense of style, my eating habits, my body, my face, my hair, my choices and you know, just happy with the way I am. But what do you do when you find out something about yourself that you don't like. And it's not one of the things you can just ignore, because it’s one of those self destructive things. In a sense at least, it’s like no one but you suffers from it. My imperfection comes in because I am a people pleaser. I like to make everyone happy. In other words, I can’t say no. just really can't say no, not even if my life depended on it. I just have the constant need to make everyone around me happy. And if I say something which might or according to me might offend them, or hurt them even though it’s the truth, I am so hard on myself about it. I’d rather text them the same thing, even if they were in the same room. And even in the text I’d say it

No other planet could create something so complicated yet so simple. Men: restaurants, bars, subways, museums, classes, anywhere really that men and women can be together, I have come across one common thing - how much women talk and how much men listen. A lot and very little, respectively. The first time I noticed this was when I was with my family in a pizza hut and realized how many couples there were around me, married, dating and friends. Every table had the same scene, the girl talking and the man listening (read: staring into space) to her. and that when I started observing this very interesting fact, everywhere I went, every couple I saw and every place that I could observe this, my realization gained body. Of course I have to say I am not offended, amused rather and I have two takes on it. One is that well yes men should really pay more attention to what their women are saying, because, just for their own sake, they might get into big trouble for just staring. You know, she

Girlfriends. God’s gifts to other girls. They come in all shapes and sizes, styles and qualities, stuff you like about them and stuff you (sometimes) don't. But whatever their faults, their love-able-ness are far above it all. They make everything good in your life better and everything awesome even more awesome. They always just know what to say and what not, though don't get me wrong they give you stuff in your face when you need it. They come with their drama and their problems; this is not necessarily a bad thing I’ve realized. because over the million conversations you have with them over wine, cheese, really yummy unhealthy junk food, really yucky healthy green teas, gigantic meals and cartons of ice cream, you come to learn a lot from their experiences. Girlfriends are like your guilty pleasures and the toughest company sometimes. they let you gloat in your awe but always bring you to level when it’s too much, they also let it sink in when you have screwed up but will

The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and fatty foods and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans moral of the story: eat and drink whatever you want. Obviously speaking English is what is killing you. I think the process of appreciating food starts from the eyes. I really enjoy those hibachi style places where you can see how they cook the food. It builds up the anticipation for the food. Sight of food makes your mouth water, which leads you to feel hungry. It’s the most beautiful biological process in our body. When you see shredded cheese boil a little and turn slightly brown in the brick oven (or an oven) and smell the aroma from the r

Out of the many things that are bursting out of me that i really have to want to write about, one is food. For those who know me, they know this was just a matter of time before i wrote about food. It’s the one and only true love of my life. There is nothing better, nothing more, nothing as satisfying that the thought of food. The fact that when you put a cake of noodles in hot water, they will become soft and edible and you can put almost anything in hot water and it will do the trick. Of course you need to do a little more than boil it for it to be yummy. The love of food comes in two parts, one is to cook good food and the other is to appreciate good food. I don’t think it’s necessary to have both to be fully in love, but they complement each other. And it’s also one of those things that you can never tell, what came first, did people eat good food and then get inspired to cook better, or did they cook well and then fall in love with eating. In my head at least, it’s really confus