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Mini Miracle… Tuesdays?

I’m running on “Nguyen Time,” remember?  So the fact that I’m not getting my mini-miracles up on time shouldn’t surprise you.  In fact, since I’ve been on an every other week (maybe) schedule, you may be surprised to even see a mini-miracle post at all!  So SURPRISE!  Mini-miracle time!

1) Not being on a juice cleanse.  BIG lesson, folks.  Don’t design your own cleanse and don’t go on one unless you’ve checked it out with your doctor.  There’s supposed to be an element of “cleansing” that happens, but let’s just say that I didn’t experience any cleansing while I was on the juice for 2 days…  yeah.  BUT, I did feel GREAT the first time I ate something after 2 days of juice (ok, ok, 1.85 days of juice) and I’m pretty happy with the way the juices came out.  I was so happy, in fact, that I used the rest of the juices to wash down my meals for the rest of the week.  That almond milk was insane, too – if you do nothing else, try making almond milk.  That’s not quite true, I wouldn’t put it over anything, but if you get a chance and can snag some raw almonds, AND you like delicious beverages, then yeah, definitely try making your own.

2) Soup Dumplings.  On Sunday night, I coined a new term by slurring my words together (which apparently happens after lots of beer followed by Prosecco) that I think describes soup dumplings perfectly: Amasian.  That’s right, soup dumplings are amasian.  I want amasian soup dumplings right now.  It’s rainy and miserable out right now, which always makes me crave soup… which made me think of noodles, which made me think of Chinatown, which instantly made me crave soup dumplings.  Pork or crab meat floating in reduced trotter stock, wrapped in thin dough and steamed.  My best friend, Angie, comes in this week from Italy and we are DEFINITELY going to Flushing, Queens to compare and contrast soup dumplings!  You see the sacrifices I make for this blog?  Yup, I’m that dedicated…

3) Finally putting together my photo page.  I’m really loving taking pictures of food with my poor, many-times-dropped little 6.0 megapixel Canon Powershot.  I do hope to get a new camera one day when it’s in the budget, but as my income of slightly (very slightly) more than $0 doesn’t even cover my groceries, I think I’m gonna have to wait.  In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the photos thus far and give me and the poor camera that I abuse a break:)  I’ve assembled all the photos from the blog on the Photo page, which is now organized by post and will expand when you click on it.

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Go ahead, mock the mini-miracles…

Yeah, I used to be just like you.  Laughing at the idea of “mini-miracles” with your hardened, pessimistic outlook on life.  Ok, who are we kidding?  I am just like you.  However, I am on an active quest to improve who I am by force since “goodness” doesn’t seem to come to me naturally.

I actually saw a documentary (on IFC – I love this channel, but truly, I love most channels since I watch a lot of mind-atrophying TV) about a man in Queens, or Brooklyn, or maybe the Bronx?, who owned a diner.  He and his wife were former hippies who lived hard, played hard, and looked like they had lived and played twice as hard.  Let me tell it to you straight – dude looked CRAZY.  He wore suspenders (but so does my dad – which isn’t a statement against crazy guy’s insanity) and had crazy, frizzy Bozo the Clown hair (clowns scare me).  Watching the documentary, I was pretty sure that I was 1) never going to go to this diner and 2) if I did, I would probably just order a cup of coffee and maybe a bottle of Purel.  However, he did say one thing that stuck with me… Continue reading

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Mini-Miracle Mondays

You know what? 29 feels a lot like 28 did, except that I am spending the morning of my 29th birthday with my leg elevated and an ice pack on my right knee. That damn library injury is still plaguing me! Maybe it’s age playing yet another trick on me, its best trick was sinking my metabolism.

Regardless, there are still wonderful moments in this past week that count as mini-miracles:

Miracle #1: Biscuits.  I. Love. Biscuits. Growing up in New Jersey as a first-generation Vietnamese girl, biscuits weren’t common. All of you “born in the south and raised on biscuits” readers are probably reading this, shaking your heads, and thinking, “that poor, deprived girl.” Yeah, that’s how I feel, too! Now, I make it a point to eat biscuits whenever possible Continue reading

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Don’t let the disaster drag you down…

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.  But what do you do when Life hurls lemons at you like you’re its opponent in a particularly heated game of dodgeball?  And I swear Life is ignoring the “no aiming at the head” rule in this game, too. Continue reading

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