Making the Best of Las Vegas

Making the Best of Las Vegas

Yes, I’m currently in Las Vegas. It’s not my favorite place, but I’m here for the WPPI conference. Which I want to talk about, but first, I really want to talk about my meal at a local Japanese restaurant called Raku. I know, there are many photography-related things for me to get excited about while I’m here, but I had such a satisfying meal that I kind of feel compelled to talk about it. It’s embarrassing, but I was one of those people taking photos of each dish that came out – you might find me on that blog Pictures of Asians Taking Pictures of Food. At least I was just using my iPhone (of course I have done this with my 5D and 24-70 lens and mortified everyone I was eating with).

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“Cookies…hell yeah!”

“Cookies…hell yeah!”

I must admit, I’m not a huge cookie fan. I mean, put them in front of me and I’ll eat them, but not necessarily because I want them. But if they are cookies from Cookies, Hell Yeah!, then suuuuure…I’ll bite. My sister put it best when she said that these cookies have ruined her for all other cookies. And I agree.

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Orange I Obsessed

Orange I Obsessed

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you this happy,” said Edwin, as I maniacally continued to juice some oranges. I was getting way too excited about the freshly squeezed goodness I was about to enjoy.

My friend Wenny just moved into a little bungalow with her fiance, and along with the new house came some old orange trees. The oranges from these trees, I dare say, are the best I’ve ever had. The first time I bit into one, I was shocked by how juicy and sweet they were. And now, I’m addicted to them. I feel like I’m constantly asking Wenny to bring me more oranges. Last night I finally got to see these magic orange trees in person, and Wenny let me pick as many as I wanted. I was in heaven!

This morning I woke up and looked at the clock. It was just after 7. Why I continue to wake up early on days I can finally sleep in, I don’t understand. I was just about to fall back asleep, when something popped into my head…oranges. I felt myself get excited. But no, I wanted to enjoy sleeping in. I drifted out, then woke up again – closer to 8:30. Again, I thought about those sweet oranges awaiting me in the kitchen, just calling me to come juice them. No! I told myself. An hour later, I gave in and jumped out of bed.

I quickly washed all the oranges I picked last night. Should I juice them all? Or should I leave a few to eat? It was the hardest decision I’ve faced all week. Whoever said “you can’t have your cake and eat it too” never had any of Wenny’s oranges.

I finally opted for juicing, and managed to get almost a whole pitcher of juice out of these golden babies! Just check them out…

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The final product. Liquid gold, I tell you.

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I have seriously come a long way from New York City.

Happy Saturday!

Salty Eggs

Salty Eggs

I’m stuffed.  And not in a good way.  

Whenever I think I might have picked up a bug, I always go through a few stages of grief.  First comes denial.  I keep thinking that if I drink enough water and take enough vitamin C, it will go away – that it was all just in my imagination.  Then comes anger – why does this have to happen to me now?  Why am I always so susceptible to catching colds?  Which quickly turns into self pity.  Then finally acceptance.  By the time I hit acceptance, I’m usually laying immobile on the couch, watching really bad TV and willing the channel to change without having to pick up the remote.  That was me for most of yesterday.
This morning I woke up hungry.  I was supposed to do some grocery shopping last night, but my cold cancelled those plans for me.  So I opened my refrigerator hoping that I would find something I could eat.  To my delight, I found a box of salty eggs that I bought a couple of weekends ago at 99 Ranch.
I love salt.  While I’m still missing some kitchen essentials, like butter and pepper, I’ve realized that I have three types of salt in my cabinets.  When I was a child, I would hide in the dark and eat salt out of my palm.  So needless to say, I loooooove salty eggs.  In all my stuffy misery, finding the salty eggs in my fridge was like striking gold.  Without them, I think I might have relapsed into self pity.