Beneath an Orange Sky

Oh I had a dream I stood beneath an orange sky, with my brother and my sister standing by. I said brother, you know it’s a long road we’ve been walking on. Brother, you know it is. And I had a dream I stood beneath an orange sky.

 

Good morning men and gentlewomen.

The tournament went well, we played a total of 21 hours over the weekend. It was insane. I was so sore on Monday, I thought if I had to dive for another ball my legs would fall off. I had a lot of this while I was recovering:

 

 

No, I didn’t eat ceramic. Or wood. Or shadows? Think of what goes in the mug … No? Really? Still don’t know. Sheesh. Y’all are thick. You should know me better than that.

Try coffee.

 

 

 

Just kidding. I know how smart my audience is.

 

 

 

 

My favourite fruit is in season. I eat these like my life depends on them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ll give you another clue:

 

 

Pay no attention to the dry skin and cuticles, it’s the colour that matters …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still don’t know? Okay, good thing I have one more clue. If you can call it that.

How do you tell the difference between a walrus and an orange?

Put your arms around it and squeeze it. If you don’t get orange juice, it’s a walrus.

HAHA! I love jokes like that, the ones that make you feel stupid. Like ’should I be laughing? I know I understand it…’

Yeah, there’s a lot of orange in my life lately. The other day I turned in my application to Chapman in Orange County. I hope the admission folks appreciate my supplemental essay comparing Chapman to Chapstick… It’s a long story, but anytime I hear Chapman I think of Chapstick. I made it work…. I think.

Oh, also, my title is from a song by Alexi Murdoch. I also just found out it was featured on the soundtrack for the OC – Orange County. I’ve actually never seen the show. But, if they like Mr. Murdoch, then they have good taste in music.

And now for something completely different.

 

I like to call this Thanksgiving oatmeal. It doesn’t roll off the tongue very well. I’ll work on the name.

With vanilla beans, wheat germ, and cranberry sauce, it’s a cornucopia of flavours,  and ingredients which were a staple in the 18th century.

It was good. Real good.

 

So good, you should make it right now. Stop reading this.

 

 

… I said stop.

 

 

Oh, you’re not hungry? I don’t care. Go make this.

 

Now.

 

Please?

 

 

You’ll be ever so glad you did…

Okay bye! Enjoy!

Breakfast, Anyone?

Howdy folks. I leave this afternoon for a Volleyball tournament in Geneva, so I thought rather than depriving you of an update until early next week, I’d give you a quicky now.

What’s a VD post without an opening cup of Joe?

This is my newest addition to the Starbucks mug collection – it’s the fall edition, can you tell what it says to you as you sip? If you guessed ‘boo!’, then give yourself a pat on the back and a gold star from me.

 

Fluffy Greek yogurt I found at leshop.ch – our online delivery grocery store. Who would’ve thought being lazy and ordering groceries from your couch was green!

Cool, creamy, filling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And now, I give you a step-by-step guide to my favourite breakfast.

Bottom layer consists of a chopped Gala apple,

Then some ‘naner,

And a big dollop of Greek yogurt, with cinnamon and crunchy granola -

 

To get a filling and fresh breakfast. Or snack. Or brinner … Or any meal.

Uh, I like cutting my ‘nanaers into thick and thin slices, because if I get too many mouthfuls of mushy banana… bad things happen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Have a wonderfull weekend, y’all. Until next week!

Nerves; 3,000 Miles Strong

I sent in my absentee ballot over a week ago, so the nice folks at the Troy Ohio agency should be filing it away! (Or throwing it away, or recycling it, or whatever they do with the ballots…)

But holy Moses am I nervous. I can’t imagine if I were in the States today, are y’all going crazy?

I’m keeping Fox on all day. All night. At 1am my time the first poll booths will close. Will I be sleeping, warm and cozily in my fluffy bed? Heck no! I’ll be gnawing my teeth, pulling my hair, twiddling my thumbs.

Writing about this is doing nothing for my nerves. Let’s move on to the eats.

Du cafe,

Kein Krisproll today, so I had a whole wheat honey-cinnamon board. They don’t absorb the coffee as well as Krisprolls.

Broccoli et choux-fleur. Salt and lemon juice. This pictures so in-your-face. Like ‘Bow down! I am broccoli!’ 

 

Salad with steamed Zuccini, butternut squash, Quorn cubes, parsley, yellow bell pepper, and a yogurt-lemon dressing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With a little Microeconomics -

Hey, that got my mind off of the Election! ‘Twas nice while it lasted.

Off to be nervous again, next time I post … Well, I don’t want to jinx it. Adios muchachos!

Nudge Nudge

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Prepare yourselves for a list of reasons as to why you haven’t heard from your favourite vegetarian disciplinarian …

 

1. I think a photo will be better than any combination of words;

 

Oh, you haven’t met? Well excuse my manners! Allow me to introduce to you Oakley, Annie Oakley. She goes by Oakley. She’s a Tibet Spaniel, and her great great great grandparents were bred to keep Monks in Tibet company. What does a Monk friendly dog do, you may ask. Well, she lolls about, cuddles in between your hair and neck, licks your profusely, and can’t stand to be away from you. She’s lovely. (But you can probably see that)

 

 

2. I’ve never revealed this before. Brace yourselves. I’m about to reveal my identity. My name is Natalie Portman.

 

….. Psych!  I’m Ansley, which you know, I’m 18, and go to an international school here in Switzerland. I’m in my last year – and just finished most of my applications. I’ll tell you more about the schools and who lets me in as the posts keep coming!

3. This is combined with the previous – I’m a busy kid. I have volleyball 5 nights a week for 2.5 hours – I captain the school team and play on a local Swiss team. Of course I do other things, and spend a lot of time being our student council president, and blah blah all that scholarly stuff, but this is my passion, and by golly, I’m back boys and girls.

Okay, I’m sick of excuses. Let’s get going, shall we? Okay.

 

Let’s start with a batch of protein bars I improved. I was going to spend a few pretty pennies on a box from Amazon, but my better judgement kicked in and I decided to make my own.

A base of protein powder, applesauce, eggs, oats and ground flaxseed. With almonds, dates, a few chocolate chips on top. 12 grams of protein, 6 grams of fiber a pop.

A schmorgasboard dinner – roasted brussel sprouts with brown sugar and nutmeg, baked tofu with a tangy tamari sauce, crackers and broccolli/cauliflower.

Brussel sprouts normally disgust me, but I hadn’t had them in a few years so I decided to give em another shot. They were alright, but you won’t be seeing an appearance from them again anytime soon.

 

I eat a bowl similar to this nearly every day -

This one has banana, pumpkin, plain yogurt, and cinnamon. Can you turn orange from too much beta carotene? Because I just might …

And lastly, to wrap up this post, my star fall ingredient, cranberry compote.

On a freshly baked, flaky, buttery gipfli. In Deutsche. Croissant en Français, Crescent in American English.

Tart, slightly sweet, perfect with the aforementioned pastry.

Yum.