one bowl and it's game on...

maria, known to most at elb (east barriere lake) as the "Safety Police" (don't ask!) is my lake neighbour.  best lake neighbour ever!  i really look forward to spending a few weeks out of the summer hanging out with her  and her people.

S P and i often enjoy standing around discussing how are year has been, why MY husband is yet again in the dog house and ....READY for it... NEW MEAL OPTIONS that we've tried throughout the year (shocked?  me too, if you were to tell me when i got married that i would enjoy chatting about whole grains i would have laughed in your face!) well, never say never i guess!!

now, as good neighbours often do we share things and in past years we've from time to time shared a sampling of our newest food creations and this year was leading up to be the same (personally i love it when someone finds my healthy meals tasty...i have picky eaters and they don't always have the same palette as i do.  ok, lets be honest, NEVER.  which really fawking kills me because i'm a great "fishaterian" chef!)

so day two of our holiday and on the lunch menu was a KILLER kale & quinoa salad (me love me a whole grain!). i decide S P needs to try this one out.  i fill a bowl full and make the delivery.  she.  loved.  it.  me, pleased!

later that evening there was a knock at the door, our bowl was being delivered back to us by a very cute 5 year old messenger.  his words were " don't bring this bowl back empty" and he leaves. hmmm?

i stare at my bowl which now has an amazing baked whitefish and roasted vegetables in it.   i take a bite and declare  "well played S P, well played!".   i love a bold face challenge almost as much as good wit.

being competitive by nature, i took that little mans message as your mamma wants to start an east barriere lake mother chef  f'n challenge!  well game on S P!  don't you worry that bowl will not come back empty (weird, because it's our bowl to begin with but whatever...it's on!)

the next day i plotted hard on what my next explosive, blow S P's mind, sampling of fishitarian awesomeness i would inflict on her..... the result " summer lettuce cups", containing some of summers finest ingredients (mango, avocado, prawns and quinoa).  no joke, it made me moan when i ate it.  i walk over all proud and shit and she looks totally surprised i have a bowl in my hand!?  i look at her and say with my head cocked to the side  "game on S P"....she laughs (because she is rather used to my crazy talk. clearly she doesn't feel threatened by my concoction?!)  i continue on and tell her how much i love this east barriere lake mother chef challenge thing we have going on here.  she again looks confused.  i remind her about her son coming over and letting me know NOT TO BRING THE BOWL BACK EMPTY message.

howling begins. why is she howling (at me no less)?  whats so funny, i ask?  she informs me that what her son said was NOT correct, he was suppose to say " in our house, we never return a bowl empty" (in other words...a kind and thoughtful tradition turned sideways by her son and this is why 5 year olds should never give messages!) . BAH HA HA.  i join in on the howling. thats awesome, just awesome.

after that moment, we decided that we would keep the "EBLMCC" going...regardless of the miscommunication.  what happened after that was weeks of returned bowls (and plates) with epic dinner and lunch samplings (a few gag options were thrown in there to mess with us and cause a good belly chuckle).

in the end, we both won!  we left the cabin with our tummy's full, new ideas to try and loads of laughter!  so i highly recommend delivering your friends bowl (plate or platter) back with the message " don't bring this bowl back empty"  you never know what will happen!?

 

portugal part three: if i gave birth, i can handle this!

day two of our adventure through portugal and we headed out to sintra by train.  there's some pretty lovely castles that needed to be seen... so greg is in full runners with socks, it's 27 degrees outside and i see what appears to be a castle WAY up in the sky...

dina...."greg, that's not where we are going is it"?

greg..."where else would you think the castle would be, dina"?

we start walking, not just walking but climbing up a hill, not just climbing up hill but on cobble stone streets and paths, not just walking up cobble stones streets and paths but we climbed at least 8km up the hill....what, not a big deal?  oh normally i would agree but the problem lies on one small detail...the top of my foot is infected from a wound I got four days before leaving.  the "wound" is right a the bend par of the foot so guess what foot wear i have on...H&M $6.95, thin ass flip flops..why?...because it doesn't touch my VERY painful wound.  yes painful, ok i gage everything to birth...if it doen't feel like labor...it's manageable?  does anyone else do that..BTW?  fun fact (fun, not really but...) being in the heat of labor is equal to fracturing 20 bones at one time!

 

Ok... fine, if i can give birth, I can handle this.  i'm a tuff ass, this is nothing (right?).

ok so lets recap my day...

we did 15 km, up hill and down, on cobble stone streets, with flip flops, with an infected foot (which i'm taking meds for).  was it worth the soreness, YES!  The view was like no other...i earned that segras beer at the bottom (1 euro for a beer, what the what!..it's cheaper then a coke!).

to see part two of this post...click here

up we go!

half way up!