Salmon on Hash and Still Time for Giveaway

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Are you back at work for the year?

Maybe your holiday break wasn’t long and your back in the thick of it?

Well I am in the same ball game as you, except there is currently no thick of it.

Currently our floor has scattered individuals who either had no vacation time left to take or didn’t consider that being in an office with a view that looks out onto the blue water would be fine.

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Baja Origins

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Have you seen ‘I Love You, Man’?

If not, there is this scene where the two protagonists go to a place with the ‘best fish tacos’ around. Ever since my eyes saw those fish tacos I’ve been wanting them.

That place exists in Venice, California, a location that’s not just down the road from me. So I set about making some of my own, in my usual endeavor of foreign flavors.

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Avocado Dough

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Most of the time I feel like a mediocre cook and an amateur blogger. I particularly feel this way when looking at sites like Joy the Baker and Shutterbean or one of my absolute favorite’s The Crepes of Wrath.

The ease of these sites, the humor that rolls off the page and the food that makes ones mouthwater makes one want to comment.

I feel this way often, and I say this in honesty, not in the ‘please comment and tell me I’m great' way.

But then sometimes, every once in a while, my brain will rattle a recipe off that I attempt and I think, this is why I blog, this is why I want to blog and get joy from it.

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Simple Salmon

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One of the recent friends I made at a job I was doing is now roaming the globe and I have to say I miss her.

We were a crazy team together and that kind of work environment doesn’t occur too often.

I wouldn’t say I miss her singing the ‘It’s Friday’ song over and over, but with Friday my mind always turns to her and I wonder how she's doing wherever she may be.

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Permanence is Not For Me

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A few days ago, I received a phone call from my recruitment agent who advised me of a temporary job, which was obtained within twenty four hours of that call. Six weeks is not the permanence I was seeking for the required move that still hasn’t happened.

It’s as though life is telling me what I already know, I’m not meant to stay here, maybe I was never meant to be here in this country.

In this location in the first place.

While I am, however, I will try wholeheartedly to find joy in whatever circumstances life confronts me with.

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