Things are bumping nicely at work. It seems fireworks, cookies and the Independence holiday put folks back in a good mood.
I had a blast taking live shots from Lake Shawnee for the choreographed light show. One anchor was kind enough to thank me for providing July 4th fun for the newscast.
After our July 4th show, we stepped outside to check out everyone else’s fireworks. The air smelled like gunpowder. Driving home, I could see people shooting off their fireworks by the highway.
At home, I watched the last explosives light-up the sky with my hubby. Mark pointed out that with everyone shooting off their fireworks – the sounds would muffle gun shots. We figured Independence night would be a smart time for a naughty person to shoot someone. The next morning, I read about four shootings in Northeast Topeka. Good grief.
I had my kitchen groove on the other day. So, I cooked up some Morning Star meat starter with rice and a lemon cilantro sauce. I added chick peas and frozen peas. I was pleasantly surprised by the texture and flavor of the chick peas – chewy, hearty and complimentary to the sauce and the tofu meat. I think I’m cooking more rice in our paella pan than with our rice cooker.
We stopped by Buffalo Wild Wings after work. Mark took on the Blazin’ Wings. I am a wuss when it comes to hot and spicy. However, thanks to Steingarten’s rant on being an Omnivore, I decided to try one. I couldn’t finish a tiny drumstick. After two bites, a slow burn took over my tongue, mouth and cheeks. It was an exciting dining experience and it quickly became a painful one. The burn kept heating up over the tip of my tongue and lips. I couldn’t find any relief in my Stella Artois. I finally set aside the drumstick and accepted defeat.
Mark managed to finish two wings. He said the wings would rate medium hot by the city of Buffalo. He said the suicide wings in Buffalo tasted hotter.
I’m half-watching Live Earth on Bravo. I wonder how big of a footprint the concert venues will leave behind on the planet. As you can see, we try to recycle at work. Then Fally managed to make recycling fun and artistic. I’m sorry to say her creation was knocked down the next day and the cans disappeared from the break room. I guess they were recycled.
So far, I was tickled by the clip on the last two polar bears.
And damn, I think I missed Spinal Tap’s reunion at the Live Earth venue in London. Spinal Tap rules!