Friday, August 15, 2008

All Better

For those of you who were worried, I woke up feeling totally fine this morning. I went back to work and everything. Yay!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Sickie Sickie Not So Fun

For Bryan's 22nd birthday I bought tickets to for us to go to the Brian Regan show. He's a comedian who's popular in general, but especially around here because his act is clean. Emily and R also had tickets, so we cut in line with them and sat with them and all that. It was in a big outdoor amphitheater at Thanksgiving Point, so everybody just sat on blankets. Right before the show started Emily spotted my friend Stacie who lived next door to me freshman year and her husband Chuck. They came and sat with us and we all had lots of fun. Part way through Stacie started craving the Kettle Corn they were selling there, so she bought some and very kindly shared it with us. By the time Bryan and I got home we were both feeling sick. For Bryan it was just an uncomfortable stomach for a little while and he was pretty much feeling fine by the time we got home. I, on the other hand, woke up at 2am from my stomach hurting real bad and Bryan spent the next two hours holding my hair back while I puked. I hoped it would be over in time for work, but I finally called in sick and I've been home watching movies all day. So far the talley is up to 3. Anyway, I don't think I'll be having any Kettle Corn again anytime soon. Hopefully I'll be feeling well enough to go to work tomorrow.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Success and Robbery at P.F.M.

We sold Great Granola! (that's our brand name) at the Provo Farmer's Market again on Saturday and... WE SOLD OUT! Whoo-hoo! It was a very exciting moment indeed. We had sold most of it and then we were down to two bags. Then one bag. I had two "granola ladies" (I can pick them out a mile away now- the ones who are going to buy it or at least be tempted by it) sampling the granola. One of them was asking five million questions about it and the other one was quitely munching on her sample when she inturrupted Mrs. Questions and said, "Umm, I'll buy it." So I handed it to her, she paid me, and the deal was done. Mrs. Questions was stopped dead in her tracks. "Well, I guess I'll see you next week," she mumbled as she sulked away, still clutching her 2oz sample cup of Great Granola!.

I hate to go on after that climax, but I must also highlight one other P.F.M. moment from this past Saturday. So every now and then other vendors will approach and ask if we want to do a trade. A few weeks ago we traded a bag of granola for some lavender, lavender lemonade, and snap peas from the lavender booth. (Lavender lemonade= yum yum. It's an absolute must if you visit P.F.M.) This past Saturday a woman from Stubb's produce traded us a bunch of tomatoes and cucumbers and other nice produce for a bag of granola. Anyway, this is a usual thing among us homegrowns. So there we were sitting at our little granola table, chatting it up with the clover honey bee-loving man beside us when along came Navajo Tacos. (They don't have a booth this year, but the long-timer homegrowns with booths near us recognized them when they came near. Kendra also verified the fact.) Mrs. Navajo Tacos cut straight to the point, "Farmer's Market is all about wheelin' and dealin'. How about we give you this lunch sack of apricots that we just picked and $3.00 for a bag of granola." "Umm, sure," I said. So Bryan (official cashier) took the apricots and gave her a bag of granola and in his speed I couldn't tell whether Mrs. Navajo had already slipped him the cash. As Mr. and Mrs. Navajo were walking away I asked Bryan and he said they hadn't paid him anything except apricots. I had tried an apricot by then and they weren't even as good as the ones from skinny, creepy co-housing guy, so I was a little miffed that Mrs. Navajo had wheeled and dealed herself right out of giving us our sweet mulah. I told Kendra about it and she said to hunt them down and take them for all they had! (Actually she said, "Oh, they're really nice people. I'm sure they just forgot. If you see them just tell them they forgot to pay you.") As I was walking back to Bryan and the granola table I spotted Mr. and Mrs. Navajo trying to make a clean get away, but I called out after them boldly. It was a really awkward Umm-I-have-a-question moment. They stopped and I caught up to them. "You forgot to pay us," I spluttered out. "Oh," they said. Needless to say, it was a really awkward next couple of minutes which ended in Mr. Navajo following me back to the stand with a $5.00 bill so I could give him his $2.00 in change. The money traded hands and, alas, all is right with the world.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

P.F.M.

Bryan and I sold home-made granola at the Provo Farmers Market for the second time yesterday. We sold more than we did last time, so that was encouraging.

Highlights include:

-we were stationed right across the sidewalk from the creepy, skinny guy running the co-housing booth
-Lisa came to visit us in her biking shorts and loafers
-a lady who is running for state senate who had a booth across from us was sure she knew me (and I was sure I had never seen her before in my life)
-the state senate lady bought two bags of granola
-the creepy, skinny co-housing guy brought us apricots and they were very yummy
-a somewhat stout lady from the co-housing booth came over to talk to us for a minute and she did a latin dance move when she heard the music coming from the Mexican food stand next to us

Anyway. So Farmers Market was good. Except it was so hot. Ugh. I am secretly a little bit excited for the fall when it starts to cool down around here.

P.S. For any of you who want to come experience the Provo Farmers Market first-hand it's from 9-2 on Saturdays at Pioneer Park (500W 100S) in Provo... (duh).

Friday, August 1, 2008

So there

Listen. I know nobody has had the guts to come out and say it on here yet, but I keep getting nasty e-mails telling me that my kitchen isn't very red after all. I know I know I know. But this is the thing. There are so many red things hiding IN the kitchen that just weren't in that unsatisfactory picture I posted. I will name a few:

-potholders (2 sets- ha!)
-spoon rest
-paper towel dispenser
-hand towels (so many red ones)
-measuring spoons
-measuring cups (2 sets- ha HA!)
-a very large bowl
-my favorite spatula
-two picture holders (one of which you can see hanging on the wall in that picture)
-a set of three mixing bowls
-the kitchen chairs
-floor mat in front of sink
-Bryan (who is standing in the kitchen at this moment in a red shirt)
-a whole set of bakeware
-a stool

Okay, well Bryan needs my help being productive in the kitchen. So I'll have to leave it at that.