Baking has started....expresso biscotti with a hint of orange zest

Finally !

Everyday I have the same routine like most of us. I wake up, prepare strong coffee, and sit at the kitchen table checking my emails. And like most people I have quite a few different ones, so it takes a while. I start with the main one , that is not work related, only because I am a little "anal" and like to delete the hundreds of emails that could get me into deep trouble AKA "Great shopping deals" . Even though I am not a shopper at heart, I much rather do it in my PJ's VS at the mall, if I have to shop at all.
So, much to my surprise upon opening my emails, I found one that I was waiting for my whole life .....
One that had the perfect offer. A Groupon offer. Do you get them? They have daily deals. Some are excellent.
Today's deal a day? Pole dancing. yes you read it here first. My dream class. A class every woman dreams of taking. A class every man WANTS his wife/girlfriend/partner/lover to take. It's the equivalent of becoming a gymnast in a much shorter amount of time and for much less money.
I think the pole dancing company is very smart to offer a "pay for one intro class, see if you like it, then sign up for more" deal.
Do you know why I will never buy more than the introduction class? Because I cannot even imagine hoisting myself up a pole let alone spin around one while sliding down, all while keeping one leg out, the other leg twisted around the damn pole, and holding on to dear life, without coming down with a hard landing.It would be like a 747 landing without a landing gear ! And let's not forget that since my head is heavy, I would still have to control the whip lash effect, trying to prevent it from slamming the floor and then getting a concussion.
And how many tries does one get in an intro class? is it a pass fail intro class? Are you accepted in the class if no ambulance is called to the scene?
My theory is that the intro class would definitely work for me, because there would never be another class due to severe injuries sustained. So I would in essence save money.......
And one more thing. The next  Groupon which is tomorrow should be : 50% off your next Emergency Room visit !

why...oh why...?

If I can drink, dance and party like a 20 yr old, why can't I sleep late like one?
that's my question today....

I went to a wonderful party 2 nights ago that someone from my company had organized. There were many young co-workers than there were "older" people, which gave a lot of energy to the party. It reminded me of my disco days (one of my co-workers was a DJ).We ate great food, starting with various cheeses on platters decorated simply with a sprig of rosemary, accompanied by many varieties of olives. As I was sipping my sangria I was dreaming that I was back in Madrid sitting at a cafe people watching. I miss all the tapas bars in Spain ,where olives come with your drink, so I was happy to indulge in tasting them all. The only thing missing was the spit bowl, for the pits. Ever notice the word SPIT has the word PIT in it?  Yes indeed these were REAL olives not want to be olives like the canned ones they sell here. I figured I could just store them in my mouth like a squirrel for a while until someone talked to me or until my mouth was full of pits..."pit"iful...right? After all they are tiny right ?

The Sangria had a beautiful color and tasted amazing, loaded with citrus fruits floating about.The wines were wonderful as well, from Chardonnay to a home made wine, but eventually people were doing shots. One of the guys was making a weird concoction then lighting it. It was basically layered with various liquors which gave it a nice look.They are not not for the faint of heart or stomach. I certainly stayed away. I much preferred to watch people do them, especially the ones that were flambe.....note to oneself, always extinguish flames before pouring down your throat.

As the DJ played his music hips were gyrating to the beat of the music, we "in the not 20 anymore" group tried our best to keep up with the music that was mostly foreign to our ears, all while trying not to injure ourselves or look like complete idiots dancing.  I truly believe that the National association of orthopedists would have been proud of us. Too bad we had never heard that type of music before......but we made it seem like we did this every Friday night ! There were many songs that I recognized but that had been totally modified. I think I should have had a little more to drink to render my body more flexible.
It was a great night spent getting to know co-workers that I normally would not have gotten to know because we are always "running around" and usually only have small conversation when time permits.
I am off to go buy some sort of orthopedic shoes that I might be able to dance with instead of the 4 inch heels I wore, because I look forward to our next meet, greet, eat, drink, dance and be merry evening out.

Something new

Mixing ground turkey with mushrooms, onions and Picadillo, sazon para carne Molida.....the smell is awesome and strong.......the neighbors can probably smell it........ Not exactly the typical smells one would find in a house while putting Christmas decorations up so might as well put some salsa/latina music on......No cinnamon, or hot chocolate with marshmallows aromas here tonight. But the tree looks great, and the mini white lights remind me of a small romantic restaurant I once went to in Paris.  They had white lights on all year...something I should think about doing perhaps.......after all I always wanted to have a French bistro.

There's always a beginning

Just as in any meal there's always a beginning and an end. The easiest to tackle is the beginning right?
I will now eat lunch and ponder on a beginning for my new blog.
I will always speak from the heart and tell it like I see it. I am no wall flower, as they say.....