Nope, not a recipes blog.
Also not a food critique’s page.
Why can’t life be delicious? When I’m happy life is sweet, when I’m grouchy it turns sour. Although I do have my moments, most of the times you’ll hear me contently and enthusiastically pronounce “Ahhh… It’s been delicious!”* (For more on the etymology of this construction, see the footnote.)
I’m a relocated 30-year old Eastern European, married to a 45-year old American of Yugoslavian and Scottish ancestry (he loves it when this comes up), mommy to a beautiful 8-month old baby boy (despite all my prayers, hail-maries and offerings, he was born in February 2013; I tried real hard for a Leo girl…) and an anxious 5-year old red-haired golden retriever. It’s been ten months since we’ve moved to the cutest beach town of all, on the awesome coast of Southern California. We are finally home.
To introduce ourselves: I am Horga, I go by my maiden name, one day you’ll hear the story; He will be Hubbyloo, only because he likes his privacy (he definitely married the wrong gal, cause I’m a blabber mouth); the little one will be Copiloo which stems from my mother tongue where copil=child; and our furry friend will be Catzeloo, for the same reason catzel=dog.
I’m quite talkative by nature, always loved writing but life happened and I distanced myself from my passion; in October 2013 I have finally come around to buying a domain and started typing. This is a great exercise for me to re-become the productive person I once was, and my hope is that my posts will be interesting and helpful enough for you to feel that your time spent on here was worth it. My focus will be, as expected, on the apple of my eye – my son; there are so many things I have learned, we struggled with things, but always came out winners, and I would love to share our experiences with you, past and as they happen.
I (theoretically) love gardening; practically, I never get around to harvest my produce – I am either too late with watering the plants and they die, or too late to pick the veggies and they rot. This makes birds and rodents happy, but upsets the husband who is generally directly involved in the setting up of the gardens. I see this blog as the tool that will enable me to tend to my edible plants, as I would like to report on my success in that department. I am not the greatest cook out there, but it’s the intention that counts. That’s what I hear from my over-worked, hungry spouse (that’s to say the stuff is edible).
I am all about being green – recycle, compost (on my to-do list), conserve water; as much as I can, I try to put ethically-produced and safe food on the table –animal produce from free range farms, organic, definitely non-GMO; in terms of child-rearing approaches, we find ourselves being the gentle parents we’ve never thought we’d be – my son has been exclusively breastfed (which is a great feat given that I had no hopes of breastfeeding past the 3-month mark), he is still being rocked to sleep sometimes up to one hour (because the experience we had with crying-it-out is not something we want to repeat; yes, been there done that, and it worked, but then it didn’t so now), we are co-sleeping and although it still does not stop the baby from waking up four times a night, we love having him there next to us.
I wouldn’t mind living in the outdoors, before the baby we used to camp every other week over the summer; I’ve always had the travel bug inside of me, and would never say “no” to packing a bag and taking off; I miss Europe with its exquisite architecture and changing weather, and all the good souls I left behind when I crossed the pond; beautiful art gives me butterflies to my stomach and I openly wish I had some artistic talent; I love listening to music and, as I type this, I realize I miss dancing; I believe Jon Stewart is brilliant; How I Met Your Mother, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Lost and Breaking Bad are the only reasons I’d turn on the TV; I’m addicted to Haagendazs coffee ice cream and do eat more than I need to; I used to be active, not so much anymore, but I made it my goal to change this; I love people and animals alike; I wish people were less mean, more loving, less preoccupied with unessential things and more in tune with their core, natural needs; I pray that my child will grow to be a happy, well-adjusted, confident individual.
I strongly dislike fake people; snobs and braggers, too; animal abuse, suffering old people, and unhappy children make me cry (among maaaany other things, crying is one of my favorite pastimes); depending on their size, spiders can really make me sick (I would still live in the outdoors, with a can of HotShot in hand); don’t snore next to me, it drives me crazy; I have little if any patience for idiots behind the steering wheel.
You couldn’t know me any better if you lived with me!
Enjoy my ramblings! I’ll give my best to stay coherent and digress as little as possible. Can’t promise anything though. Ciao!
*The origin of this syntax lies in the way I have positively reviewed meals for years now, to my husband’s amusement. Apparently, as an ESL-individual I’m misusing this construction. Or perhaps I am overusing it. I should check back on this. The bottom line is, “It’s been delicious” stuck and we’re now using it to describe any delightful and enjoyable experience. It has become my husband’s favorite line. Who would have thought, after all the fun he’s poked at me because of it?