I’m not the best when it comes to Valentine’s Day. It always seems to sneak up on me even though the stores are filled with giant teddy bears and colorful balloons-on-sticks at the start of the New Year. I’m not anti Valentine’s Day I just never give myself enough time to pull off something grand. Even if I don’t plan an overly romantic night out, I do love this holiday because you take time to appreciate your relationship and show how much you care for your love. I am a sap when it comes to romance so you better believe our first Valentine’s Day as married peeps is going to be a good one.
I was caught falling asleep on the couch at 8:30 last night. Now I love sleep and I do get up in the five o’clock hour for my job as a marketing/communications/manager type (you can see we’re not big into titles) for a local organic delivery service but 8:30 is early even for me. I think my body is going into hibernation mode. We’re going through the coldest February on record (well apparently that’s still up for debate) in Chicago and my body seems to be shutting down. I don’t think I’m the only one either. When I’m out it seems most people are scurrying to their destinations, hunched from the cold and completely bundled with just a sliver of eye showing. I find comfort food and a generous amount of alcohol gets me through most weeks. Now I know I’m sick of winter but it pales in comparison to Boston. I mean really Boston? How have you not all given up already? Props to you for being wicked bad asses.
Color. I am in desperate need of COLOR. Late winter in Chicago is pretty bleak. The salt white washes everything to a dull gray and even the once white snow is now just a darker shade of slush gray. Whenever the sun comes out you have to drop everything you’re doing and bask in it – exposing any skin you can to soak in the warming rays. I often feel like Powder whenever this happens. A bright blinding white reflecting the sun’s rays so fully you have to avert your eyes or risk losing your sight.
The one saving grace of winter is that even though nothing is growing here the most amazing, delicious & COLORFUL citrus grows heavy on tall branches in warmer climates. Valencias & Navels give way to Minneolas, Satsumas and Cara Caras. I practically squeal once the Blood Oranges arrive! Beyond just eating them hand over fist I love to put them together in a simple salad. There’s nothing game changing about this salad but its simplicity really let’s you focus on the amazing, soul satisfying citrus! (more…)