vacation, all i ever wanted

Seated outside a Seattle bakery with coffee and a pastry and life could not be more perfect.

Cheers from the coffee capital of the world.


butter, blogging and me

I was so proud to write my very first post on the School of Medicine‘s blog, Scope. Like, walkin’-on-sunshine giddy at being published on such a well-respected blog.butter

To give some background… I was a Johnny-Come-Lately to the cook’s club–growing up it was something of a family joke that I didn’t really know the recipe for boiled water. And it was true. But moving out on my own for the first time brought challenges in the “Omg, what do I make for dinner?” department, primarily because I understood it to be ill-advised and generally bad practice to sustain oneself on Chipotle burritos exclusively. (Not that I haven’t tried it…)

But I like cooking with real food–butter included. Lean Cuisine and other prepackaged food-like substances be damned. So when I found an article about Denmark’s proposed fat tax, I used it as a jumping off point for my first post with Scope.

From Scope:

In my kitchen, I fancy myself Julia Child. OK, not exactly… but the two of us do share a mutual affinity for a common ingredient: butter. And so I was intrigued to read that Denmark recently became the first country to begin raising the prices of fattening food — a “fat tax” that adds 16 Danish kroner per kilogram of saturated fat to food with saturated fat content exceeding 2.3 percent (which equates to about $1.29 per pound of saturated fat).

Romania and Finland may soon be joining Denmark by rolling out similar taxes. In the United States, similar sin taxes (such as a proposed soda tax) might help improve our country’s obesity problem. But, as a recent Booster Shots entry pointed out, leaders in Denmark have a different health goal in mind…

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a busy morning

It is a cold, cruel morning that begins without a cup of coffee. Yesterday was nearly one of those mornings.

Up and dressed and moving and driving and delivering annual reports. Passing out said annual reports (300 total). Interviewing and recording and typing away to write while it was still fresh. More interviewing. Some photographing and smiling and rushing and driving back to the office. All before 11 a.m. All done without a death grip on a cuppa joe.

I have to say… it wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.

Perhaps there’s hope for me after all…