Michael

No Reservations

There have been a few celebrity deaths that really touched me. I know a lot of people probably think it’s silly–I mean, we don’t know these people in real life. But celebrities give us something–movies we love, music we never forget, and it’s not easy when your favorites pass on.

The first was Michael Jackson. One of my first childhood memories was of him and his music. I was a fan! I was about 4 or 5 years old and my dad came home from a business trip with a gift: THE Michael Jackson record and my very own Fisher Price record player. I was so ecstatic and I played it until the record warped, I’m sure.

I grew up listening MJ and Prince and Whitney….and when they all passed suddenly it was a huge shock to the system. You think about all the times growing up you listened to their records (or cassette tapes) alone in your bedroom, or at sleepovers with your friends…And then suddenly you’re an adult and you realize they are just human beings who die.

Tom Petty was another one that hit me very, very hard. I’d always loved Tom Petty’s music. It’s the PERFECT summer/road trip music and I can’t tell you how many trips I took with him as the soundtrack. I grew up listening to him and when I was 18 I had the incredible pleasure to see him live at The Gorge.

To this day, it was still one of the very best concerts I’ve ever been to. It’s hard not being sad when I hear the music now. Favorite song? Learning to Fly. Second favorite: Wildflowers. (Gut punch hearing that song now.)

Last year Chris Cornell (I am listening to this song as I write this),committed suicide and I saw the news before most people–I was up at 1am breastfeeding Logan in his dark room, scrolling through Twitter when I saw the news and again, gut punch. Why? Why would someone so talented and so beautiful and successful and just so amazing…end it all?

That brings me to the latest:

10 years ago I met my now husband, Michael, who was a big foodie and a huge fan of Anthony Bourdain and Alton Brown. I was NOT a foodie. I didn’t cook. I didn’t know. He introduced me to Bourdain’s TV show, No Reservations, and it quickly became one of my all time favorites.

In the beginning what struck me about Bourdain was his breathe-taking beautiful prose and narration on his show. He was a poet. I was stunned at how beautiful and descriptive his writing was. So I had to read his books, of course. Kitchen Confidential was a pretty good book–it’s the one everyone is talking about now, but I enjoyed Medium Raw better. Read it!

One of my favorite episodes of his show was the Thailand one. (From Parts Unknown)

Waking up to the horrible news that he died in France, and was found by Eric Ripert (another one of my favorite chefs). Part of me was sad for Eric because he seems like such a sweet and gentle person; then the other part of me was glad it was one of Bourdain’s closest friends who was there. I cannot even imagine the pain the people closest to him are feeling.

I spent Friday in shock, like a lot of people. Michael was devastated. It’s hard to put into words how you feel about someone you’ve never met dying but I think a lot of people felt the loss immediately.

Suicide is such a hard thing, too. You are always left with questions. Why? Why? I’ve suffered from depression and anxiety most of my life and I know what that darkness feels like. It’s easy to get stuck, get settled in, and it’s hard to see a way out.

Bourdain was a very vocal and very loud supporter of the #MeToo movement. He had class and dignity, even when he was ripping someone a new one–which was really entertaining. He was smart and funny and interesting and he showed us all interesting places in the world. Some of my very favorite parts of the show were when he was in a far away country, eating a meal made by someone’s grandma–not the four star restaurant, just someone’s kitchen. He wasn’t stodgy or snobby about food and he came across as down to earth on the show–and that made it accessible to all of the viewers.

So in honor of Anthony Bourdain, our favorite chef and author, who loved tube-shaped meat and got it in almost every city he traveled, ;), we had some tube-shaped meat for dinner Friday night.

Cheers, Anthony, you will be missed by millions.

Sunday Vibes

On Sunday we had a leisurely breakfast of eggs, bacon, sourdough toast with avocado and strawberries.

I had a very large iced coffee and sat on the deck.

After breakfast Michael and my dad took Logan to the park nearby (and my dad tried to teach Logan how to play golf with his very first set of “clubs”). I went for a run.

My hamstrings were pretty sore from Friday’s weight session (STILL) so I wasn’t even sure if I could run but I did ok. It was another gorgeous day in Bend. I jogged through the neighborhood and then took Galveston to Skyliner. It was a quiet road. I found the West Bend Trail next to the road and took that instead.

Bend is SO friendly to runners and bikers and hikers. They have these paved trails all over the city. It makes it really easy to be outside and to walk in nature.

Bend is also at elevation, so while I was running it felt like my heart rate was 170 bpm but it never really got over 140. It was kind of crazy! I was so out of breathe. But I was still able to run and had a pretty good time doing it. It was peaceful and quiet, and still early out so there weren’t a lot of people out.

I ended up doing 3.31 miles and walked the last half mile or so back to the house.

After cleaning up, we all went to the Farewell Bend Park to kill some time and hang out outside. It’s a really nice park! Not only are there cool toys for kids, but there is like a 3 mile loop around the river. It’s a really nice spot to walk and bike or run.

There were a ton of people kayaking or doing SUP in the river. It looked liked so much fun!

After that we went out to lunch at Big Island Kona Mix Plate. The food was really delicious. I got the kahlua pork with cabbage, steamed broccoli and the mac salad. Michael got the bulgoi beef and it was REALLY good!

We stopped at Columbia Park again on the way home from lunch and then it was NAP TIME.

Logan ended up taking a three hour nap. I took a short nap in the hammock listening to the wind in the trees, Michael took a nap watching the Mariners, my mom took a nap…my dad was the only one not tired. LOL I think we all bit off a little more than we needed to do on Saturday and we were all worn out!

After naps, Michael and I went for a walk and ended up getting more Boneyard in our growler, I got a delicious Guava kombucha and we stopped for shaved iced on a whim. It was nice little detour. 🙂

Dinner Sunday night:

BBQ chicken drumstricks with coleslaw. After Logan went to bed the four of us played cards and shared some AMAZING freshly baked cookies from a local Bend bakery. Probably the best cookies I’ve ever had. 😀

Then of course, hot tub and bed. I slept so amazingly good. I wanted to sleep more but…toddlers never sleep in. Ever.