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Delicious Kale Salad

Posted by parsingtime on May 10, 2013

This salad is yummy. Try it. And if you don’t try the salad make the dressing and put it on something — so good. Works well with other lettuces if you don’t like kale.

1 bunch lacinato (dino) kale

½ tsp sea salt

2 Tbsp cold-pressed olive oil

Zest of 1 lime

3-4 Tbsp lime juice (juice of 1 lime)

1 clove garlic, chopped

1 tsp ground cumin

1 tsp agave nectar

1 avocado, sliced

1 apple, chopped

De-stem kale and chop in thin ribbons. Place kale leaves in bowl and sprinkle with sea salt, massage kale for about 2 minutes until it releases moisture, drain moisture off. This allows the bitter flavor to escape and activates the enzymes. In a large salad bowl, whisk together oil, lime zest and juice, garlic, cumin and agave. Slice avocado and apple, fold these ingredients into kale leaves and toss with dressing. Serve cold.

I’ve also added leftover chicken/shrimp to this salad with happy results.

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Loving the Mowglies

Posted by parsingtime on May 8, 2013

Looking forward to a week in SF this summer.

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Maternity Don’t

Posted by parsingtime on May 6, 2013

All I can think when looking at this photo is that multiple people saw her before she left for whatever event she is at and let her walk out in a turtleneck curtain dress with matching shoes and gloves.

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Staying Home

Posted by parsingtime on May 6, 2013

I went to this 50 Years of Women at the Business School a couple of days ago for a panel discussion about women in the work place.  The panelists were Famous (one of the first female grads of the b-school), MD of very large investment bank, Endowment (who runs an endowment of a very large prestigious university) and Entrepreneur.

They all had a lot of interesting things to say. Talking about how they got where they are, how the balance family life, how they have been treated by the male population and how that has changed in the years since they all graduated (almost 50 years ago, 1980, and 2000).

I wish I could write about some of the stuff they said, but it was strongly discouraged. So I will just stick with the issue most relevant to me. Two of them had young children. They outsource childcare to two nannies. MD said, “I’m an MD at Blankey Blank I can’t just walk out of a meeting for a sick child call from my school, which is why I have a nanny. She is a 50 year old retiree with a four year degree.” The nanny manages her day-to-day life from car maintenance, to cooking, to kids. MD also has a husband you would have all heard about and so she doesn’t have a lot of help there due to his job. She also said women have their kids to young and should wait until they have established careers.

I understand that not everyone is cut out for or can afford stay-at-home parenthood. So her comments didn’t make me feel one way or the other about her.  She made a choice and it works for her. But at the end of the panel another B-school grad stood up to ask a random question and when they asked her what she did right now she said, “nothing. I stay at home with my kids.”

I felt sorry for her. She was definitely tipsy and this panel made her feel what she does day-to-day is nothing.  As husband and I were talking over dinner after the panel I told him I don’t feel that way and she sort of hammered that home to me. I am busy, productive and I enjoy being with my kid.  It isn’t nothing. Sure sometimes I wish I was have a bigger impact in the working world and there are days when being a SAHM gets on my last nerve but overall I’m happy to report that I like my life.

I’m hope one day tipsy lady realizes that panels like the one we saw are empowering and impressive and don’t have to make you feel like a failure or like you do nothing. There is value in being with your kids.

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Trouble in about 10 years

Posted by parsingtime on May 5, 2013

N upon finding the birthday card she “wrote” for Husband.

Daddy, let me read this card to you. It says Happy Birthday Daddy, I love you and I love your credit card. Love Neeva

It would be totally wishful thinking on my part if I thought she didn’t know what a credit card is at this point since she sees me whip mine out all the time.

Husband is in trouble I fear.

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Posted by parsingtime on April 21, 2013

Despite 9/11 and the bombing in Boston this past week we really are fortunate to live where we do.

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Controversy!

Posted by parsingtime on April 10, 2013

Mommy when it is my birthday I’m going to marry you.

Well we are both girls. Girls in Texas can’t get married.

Why? I don’t like that. I’m going to marry you and Daddy and all my friends at my birthday. And I’mma marry my birthday cake.

Well there you have it kids — N is for gay marriage, polygamy and entering into a lawful union with cake.

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Say Cheese

Posted by parsingtime on April 2, 2013

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Humbling and San Fran

Posted by parsingtime on March 26, 2013

“Mommy your hair looks like a monster and you have nipples on your face.”

Nipples being zits.

And I had to go out to dinner with friends last night knowing I looked like that.

I spent the weekend with Random Banker in San Francisco and we were not accosted by a legless man, nor did we see weird Salem Witch Trial animatronics and we did not end up broken down in Iraan, Texas so it might be our best trip together ever.

We hiked Muir Woods, ate ice cream, indulged in Burmese food, saw Terracotta warriors and generally had a nice time enjoying sunshine and no responsibilities.

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Something I would Never Have Said at 2

Posted by parsingtime on March 19, 2013

Me: What are you drawing.
N: A website.

Of course.

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