Tall Tara

dealing with hecklers since 1989

Six going on Sixty

Six years ago, we fell for each other over a large pot of hot oil. That was a few days after we met at the comedy club but a few days before our real first date.(Why, oh why, wasn’t I blogging then?)

Three years ago, we ran off to the mountains and eloped.

Two years ago, we left for our honeymoon in Belize.

Today, in proper SMITH magazine fashion, I dedicate one word to each of those years and share the six-word version of our love story.

He thought my name was Kara.

We’ve been laughing ever since. Happy anniversary po-po. I sure do love you.

31 Days of Adventure: Day 2 – Notice the little things

I ran today for the first time in three months. Since this race. (I’m not counting an occasional CrossFit workout; running a 5k or 1600m here and there does not a running practice make.)

It may seem weird, but when you’re in a long term relationship with running like I am, it’s essential to take time off. I’m in my thirteenth year of running and I know that taking breaks from the sport is what keeps me loving it. In fact, during the three months that I wasn’t running, I was reading books about running, watching videos about running and dreaming of running.

Today’s adventure invited me to pause and notice the littlest things.

With this being my first run back, there were many things to notice. I noticed my hips and my foot strike. My hamstrings, my glutes and my ankles. My core, my arms and the feeling of my body moving. The sound of my feet on the path and my breath.

Not to mention, this little thing I noticed…

And then, to top of the day, I had a date night with my husband at a new restaurant.

Another little thing I noticed…

…how in love I still am.

Not too bad for a Monday.

Can I get a price check on goose tongue?

It’s a well-documented fact that my husband considers himself a foodie. He loves to cook and he really loves to eat.

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One day in the grocery, we passed some black licorice and he mentioned that his cache at home was getting low. I wrinkled up my nose in disgust as I often do when the topic of black licorice comes up.

“You know what you need?”  the hubs asked.

No response necessary.

“Some foods of your own that I don’t like that can just be your little treats. I have black licorice, glad corn and sardines. We just need to think of something that you can eat that I won’t touch.”

Sounds easy, right?

After significant brainstorming and discussion, we could only come up with four things that my husband doesn’t like to eat.

Durian  - King of Fruits

  • durian — pictured above, it’s an Asian fruit that smells like a rotten onion omelet
  • “snot sushi” — not its official name, but you get the idea
  • organ meats
  • goose tongue — and this one’s only on the list because of the bone down the middle…if he could find a boneless goose tongue, he’d be all over it

So basically, to summarize, as long as it’s not totally fucked up, he’ll eat it.

(On a side note, don’t do a Google image search on organ meats. Especially if you’re pregnant. Trust me on this one.)

Around Halloween, we discovered the fifth thing to be added to the list…

  • Reese’s Fast Break® candy bars.

Fortunately, I do love nougat and will be enjoying these even more since I recently found out that this candy bar was intended to replace breakfast.

Well-played Reese’s.

Now, in addition to wondering where I can get the freshest offal in Colorado, I’m also going to be that crazy pregnant lady wandering around eating candybars first thing in the morning.

You’ve been warned. And you’re welcome to share my new snacks.

I’m hungry all the time, I cheated again and my partner is dropping weight like a gypsy cursed him.

(Also known as week two of Paleo.)

Due to the fact that my husband worked late four nights this past week, I was forced to cook by, and for, myself. I rose to the occasion and rocked out my first roasted chicken. My husband did not disappoint either with Paleo versions of two of our favorite dishes.

Some culinary highlights from last week:

The shinier the bird, the more delicious.

My motherf’n roasted chicken. As I mentioned above, this was a first for me. I took the guts out (fortunately, they were already bagged up for me), shoved a half-onion and a few garlic cloves up in there, and basted every twenty minutes. The husband said that I shouldn’t expect all chickens to turn out this well. I owe it all to the Savory Spice Shop. We got a kit of Colorado spices as a wedding gift (thanks Jacq!) and I swear that those spices help get me through the Paleo challenge by making everything taste better.

Banana's hipper and healthier cousin.

Plantains. Sigh. Once I confirmed they were Paleo, I cooked them up in some coconut oil and longed for the Tropics. Plantains are really good, give me a bit of sweet and are currently the closest thing to a comfort food I have these days.

Coconut cream. You read that right. Last challenge I was all about the coconut milk. After a trip to Pacific Ocean Marketplace, an Asian grocery store in Broomfield, I discovered my latest obsession. Coconut cream. And yes, it’s just as delicious as it sounds. Fluffier and fattier than coconut milk, coconut cream is the Holy Grail of Paleo desserts. Easily worth the trip back to the Asian grocery. And the weird smells you encounter while there.

The slaw is overshadowed by the burger. Again.

Paleo coleslaw. This stuff is super easy to make, good for at least two meals and just one of those classic side dishes. I use Lemonaise in my slaw and this last batch even received a compliment from a co-worker. Pictured above with one of my other most favorite Paleo meals: a burger topped with a fried egg, avocado and salsa verde. Oh my.

Justin’s Nut Butter. I want to marry almond butter. And ever since the last Paleo challenge, I’ve been doing a little almond butter research, comparing and contrasting different brands. What I’ve discovered is that Justin’s Nut Butter really is better. (Duh.)  It’s also more expensive. But since I have to enjoy the little treats during this challenge, a spoonful of almond butter is worth every penny.

Extreme closeup. Which makes me hungry.

Chili verde con pollo. In other words, a chicken green chili stew. My husband scored big with this one, putting avocado and fresh cilantro on top. I didn’t miss the cheese, sour cream or tortillas. Much. And the best part is that we made a big batch and had enough for lunch the next day. Double score.

Paleo quiche. You read that correctly. By laying prosciutto down in a basket-like weave around the bottom of a foil pie pan, adding sesame seeds and baking the whole thing for a bit, we effectively created a crust substitute. Then, he poured the egg, sausage and broccoli mixture on top and baked like a normal quiche. It worked, proving that you really don’t *need* crust.

(The cheating incident I refer to in the title involved a wood-burning pizza oven from Italy, good friends, threats of violence and perhaps a bit of peer pressure. Let’s leave it at that.)

To make Paleo matters worse, my partner in this challenge keeps sending me direct messages telling me how much weight he’s lost. With two cheats under my belt, I’m starting to feel a little like the weak link. So I’m publicly apologizing to Andrew and promising him that I’ll be better in the second half of the challenge.

(Although, in my defense, I didn’t have nearly the same kind of weight to lose as he did. See that? Right after the public apology, I publicly call him a porker. )

To sum up week two, as I’m apt to say around the office…fuck sugar.** Halfway there, kiddo. You can do it.

**Although a beer sounds really good.

The Constant (and Geeky) Gardener

My husband’s green thumb amazes me. I try to keep up. And by try to keep up, I mean that I water while he’s away and hope to God I won’t kill anything.

(We started gardening together last year. And by started gardening, I mean that I helped him prepare the soil and hoped to God I wouldn’t kill anything.)

Seeds are now in the ground for our second garden. I did help with that. But what’s always really interesting to me is just HOW much my husband knows about gardening. He’s a virtual garden master. A level 70, hoe-wielding garden guru.

(Between his ability to grow food and his ability to make soap, you best be running to our house when the apocalypse hits. Well, not all of you. Just the cool ones. Or those with skills that can be bartered.)

The best part of all is that he doesn’t just keep all that knowledge to himself. Oh no. He is happy to share all that dirt(y) know-how by writing a guest-post for a friend’s blog, explaining how hard it is to garden in Colorado’s climate and how you can start composting at home and how square-foot gardening works.

Be still, my green-loving heart.

You can read his guest post (since he never blogs anywhere else, ahem) over there and be sure to submit any questions you might have in the comments.

In my opinion, this is the best part of the entire post…

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His first adventures with soil

I’m lucky to married to a man who can geek out about seeds with the best of them.

And now I ask…how does your garden grow?

Don’t stop Belizean

When people ask about my honeymoon, words fail me. Thoughts and images must suffice as complete sentences are lacking.

water upon water

pineapple, papayas, plantains, Placencia and pina coladas

scuba-diving with nurse sharks, moray eels and sea turtles

no work, no laptops, no email, no phone

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traveling from island to jungle to mountaintop to peninsula

bug bites, chest acne, coral reef rash & sunburns

biking with a forest fire on the left

forestfire

trekking on San Pedro with a golf cart and a dead battery

climbing to the top of Mayan ruins

boosting him up to grab a coconut out of a tree

first night

more champagne than necessary

hiking, napping & never knowing how much to tip

renewing vows, setting goals, making plans

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drinking Belikin beer and striking up conversations with locals

speaking in accents and making fun of Jimmy Buffett cover bands

outdoor showers, hammocks and the beauty of an island breeze

outdoorshower

taking part in San Pedro’s famous chicken drop

swimming through a Mayan cave filled with sacrificial human remains

realizing that drum lines, cole slaw and Bob Marley all hold global appeal

placencia

learning, laughing, lounging, loving

soaking up places too schmancy for us

embracing the fact that our honeymoon is only just beginning

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thanks to all our friends and family who made this trip possible

(we love you all)

belize honeymoon/one-year anniversary trip 2010

bridge

One down, another sixty to go

kissing

Happy anniversary my love. It’s been a wonderful year…

but can we go on our honeymoon now?

(Not that we’re that excited about it or anything…)

jumping

Many thanks to Shane Rich and his oncemany project for this amazing anniversary shoot. I love what he’s doing and if you’d like to find out more, be sure to check out his site for more info.

(Also look for us in Boulder’s Daily Camera on March 15th to see pictures of Shane taking pictures of us. Totally meta.)

Bye.

Off to Belize…

Geeky Love

I adore being married to a geek. In addition to the sheer joy of being able to geek out with someone, I’m always getting geeky gifts.

Like the birthday that I got an external hard drive. Or the time that my husband glued magnets to the back of our spices because we couldn’t fit a spice rack in our tiny kitchen. Not to mention the numerous camera accessories he’s bought me over the years.

But my favorite is when he visited a laser-etcher, checking on a potential manufacturer for his business, and had this sample made for me…

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Come on...we are still newlyweds, after all.

What about you? On this Ballentine’s Day, I want to know about the geekiest gift you’ve ever received. Spill it in the comments and let us celebrate the romance that is geek love together.

Best of 2009: Trip

From Los Angeles to New York, I was all over the map this year.

However, there was one trip in particular that was by far the most magical…

elopement

Duh.

Soon I’ll be wearing long-sleeve shirts buttoned up to my neck with floor-length denim skirts

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It was time for something drastic.

I had heard stories of this CrossFit, whispered rumors about meetings in the basement of a former church, mentions of tough workouts, amazing results and top-notch athletes. A friend even suggested I check it out. Two years ago.

But recently, taking a different route home from work, I stumbled across a new CrossFit studio. Thinking it was a sign that I should finally find out more about CrossFit, I did just that. A week and one kick-ass introductory class later, I was a member.

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And yes, they’re on Twitter.

Now, with the short-term goal of rocking it in Belize on my honeymoon, I’m about to embark on a brand-new physical adventure. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be doing CrossFit three times a week in the morning before work. I used to be very against the idea of paying anyone to help me with training, but fortunately have matured to a point where I’m okay with saying that I need someone to kick my ass coach me.

bj, ironman

This is the last coach I had. I think I paid him in beer. But he helped me with my swim stroke in preparation for my first triathlon.

In all honesty, CrossFit is definitely an experiment for me and I’m a little nervous about the whole thing. But I’m also excited to have a new physical challenge to motivate me through the holidays. Not to mention getting me ready for an injury-free ski season.

When I told my husband about CrossFit, he was a little doubtful. As he is of anything that takes me out of bed earlier in the morning. He said that it sounded like a cult and that he was ready to call my mom if intervention was needed.

At least they’re a well-toned cult, I thought to myself. Also…calling my mom? Did he really think that threats would be effective?

Later that same week, I got my first CrossFit newsletter. In it, they featured an athlete profile, a CrossFit member by the name of Chad. He answered a bunch of interview questions but the last one especially caught my eye…

Anything you’d like to add?
I’m glad that I’m CrossFitting now.  I was burnt out prior to joining, doing the same basic gym workout routines (with the associated repetitive injuries) and frustrated unable to run – I needed an new fitness outlet.  I enjoy being part of the cult now (except the Paleo thing – but I’m working on that ;-)

Did you catch that last part?

He enjoys being part of the cult now.

(And he’s using CrossFit as a verb–which brings up a host of other grammatical issues for me…)

With a wink and a smile, Chad may have just confirmed my husband’s cult hypothesis. My first session is tomorrow morning and I’ll report back with details.

If they let me.