For Someone Who Hates Mushrooms...and Chicken

I have never liked mushrooms.  I couldn't even eat pizza if there had been mushrooms on it, their flavor would taint everything around it and cream of mushroom soup made me gag.  Then there is chicken, the most boring meat on the planet.  It is what you eat when there is nothing else around (and of course there is a bag of it in my freezer).  That said, I was watching the food network and the lady was making this Pan-Seared Chicken with Porcini-Chestnut Sauce...in other words Mushroom Chicken.  For some reason I went to the store, purchased the ingredients, and made the recipe that night.   Oh. My. Gosh.  I think I died and went to heaven.  It is so good that I have made it twice (with rice instead of orzo and pecans instead of chestnuts).

Eat Pray Love

For some reason I had not finished this book.  It was my "read while running on the treadmill" story but I quit going to the gym for a while and forgot about this book.  Yesterday I picked it up again (at the gym) after seeing a preview for the movie.  I was immediately sucked back in.  I feel like I am reading her journal, seeing into her soul.  It reminds me of all the blessings in my life.  Seeing the broken pieces of someone else's life really puts things in perspective.  I wonder if the movie will be able to capture the spirit of the story, or will it just become fluff.

The Trouble with Reading

I have a problem.  I read and read and read and then when I sleep I am reading in my sleep.  I spent all last night chasing after the characters in my current addiction.  I woke up exhausted.  How am I supposed to work?  I keep trying to limit the amount of hours I spend with my face in my Kindle, but I continually give in to my addiction.  I read at red lights, when I am stopped in traffic, while I am waiting three minutes to clock in at work.  Now that we are in our perfect new place, I curl up in the front room and read instead of unpacking all our clothes.  I think I have a problem.

The End of Reality Dysfunction

I finally finished reading all six books in the Reality Dysfunction series.  There was so much story packed into those books, I actually want to reread them.  Unfortunately I think he ruined the ending.  Perhaps I am the only person who thinks so, but still.  What a letdown.  He had all this build up with about six or seven different plotlines reaching a breaking point and then pfffttt.  It is all magically fixed, there is no residual effects, alls well that ends well.  How lame.  He put such detail into every aspect of the story how could he just overlook the ending like that.  I am sure he has the creativity to fix it, but maybe he was tired of the story by then and just wanted it over. I was hoping for more...but I will read it again.