Saturday, July 20, 2013

Thai X-ing

A stolen instagram shot from my friend, Margaret



Michael and I had a little celebratory dinner recently because we found out that he knocked the Step 1 Boards out of the park!!

Michael is a funny one. He thought that he didn't do very well on the boards. In fact, he had me so convinced that he didn't do well that I was 100% ready to console and make the most of the score he received. Because after all, Heaven rules -- and we really would be a-ok even if his score was less than what we desired.

Fast forward to the text message I received at work on Wednesday from an ecstatic husband who told me his score. I sort of thought he was joking when he told me the number. And actually, I was the ecstatic one. Michael is so even-keeled. I'm commenced to bounce off the walls while he says "it's not me, it's the Lord" -- which I mean, yes, there's no arguing that, but I mean, Michael! Hello! He studied his brains out for six weeks. I kind of wanted him to take the tiniest portion of credit here, but of course, my attitude is wrong and his is right (per usual).

Anyway, we celebrated at Thai X-ing -- the tiny, eclectic, DC rowhouse on Florida Ave. that has been transformed into the home of the best Thai in DC (well, according to some. Others say Little Serow is the best, but it seems to me that Little Serow is a bit more out there in terms of menu items...pig ears?? Yikes.)

Thai X-ing (pronounced 'crossing') is BYOB and serves a set menu. The chef has full discretion to make whatever he wishes. I'm that girl who always asks the waiter 96 questions before she actually orders anything, so it was refreshing to not have to be finicky about my food. Once seated, we were immediately brought:

1) Cucumber Soup and
2) Some sort of shredded squash or cabbage salad... not sure. But it didn't matter! Because it was so good. The soup was hot and there was half a hulled and boiled cucumber in it. In the hollow of the cuke, there was some sort of meat. I have no idea what. Perhaps some sort of pork... but again, it doesn't matter! It was that good.

This was cleared away, and we were served, along with an endless supply of white rice:

3) Salmon curry
4) Pumpkin curry
5) Chicken and eggplant
6) Shrimp and green scallions

Well, I can die happy. It was tremendous. The salmon curry was melt-in-your-mouth good. And this is no lie, because after two bites, your mouth really does melt. The curry was HOT. This is saying a lot coming from me. I have been known to stash red pepper flakes in my purse. True Story.

The pumpkin curry was less spicy and pretty much amazing. The chicken and eggplant definitely was more mild and helped sooth our tongues, and the shrimp and green scallions was refreshingly delicious. Each of these dishes is served on banana leaves... Michael asked if you could eat them. "No! No!" was our lovely (now worried) waitresses' reply.

Noted.

While we were working on getting fat, we were then served:

7) Pad-see-ew. Will wonders never cease! My favorite noodle dish! I was genuinely full at this point, but how could I pass that up? Best pad-see-ew I've ever had = worth feeling a bit like a blimp. YOLO.

Then, thank goodness it was last because man it rocked, we had:

8) Mango rice pudding.

I can't. But so good. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

I was so happy that I poured myself a 2nd glass of wine. Things get confusing when your eating Thai food of the Gods.


If you're in the area, you should go. It's worth the set price which is more than what you would pay in a normal Thai restaurant, but without a doubt, you get your money's worth. And you bring your own wine!

Where's the rum!


I'm really proud of Michael. We've gotten in a good habit of celebrating both the big things and the small, and his rocking the board exam is perhaps the biggest thing we've celebrated so far. God is good. All the time!

Thursday, July 18, 2013

What's in a card?

Send me a letter! Send me a note! I will love it, I will - It will make my heart float!

I can't think of too many things that make my heart go pitter-pat more than a note in the mail.

Hark! What light from yonder window breaks? The mailman!

That pretty much sums up what I feel everyday when the mail finally arrives at 7:00pm. Why so late? Heaven only knows.

Here are a few joy-inducing postal service treasures:


Behind the card is, of course, the love of a dear friend. You know when you find a gift that is absolutely perfect for someone?? Well, that is how I feel about cards, and I think that's half the fun of picking them out... and receiving them. They can be pretty reflective of both the sender and receiver's personalities. 

Actually, the "Be filled with joy" card is not actually a card. It's a journal. But it's a sweet gift from a dear friend anyways. And Katie Daisy does make cards, which I also own. I'm pretty sure Katie Daisy embodies my soul in art form. 

Wowzas. 

The bottom line? If you want to send me a card, my address is.... 

Just kidding, that's not the point. The point is just that I am feeling thankful for the women behind these cards. I love the women in my life! And that's all. 


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

The New Norm


Michael got up at 4:30 this morning to head to his medicine rotation.

Excusez moi?

As Michael's third year of med school has now commenced, this is the new norm for our household. Well, at least for the next four weeks while Michael is doing ambulatory care.

There are two really good things about rotations:
1) Michael doesn't need a lot of sleep so I think he will be ok with this new schedule.
2) While he did fine in the classroom, it's with the patients that he really shines.

I once accompanied Michael to a med school lecture just to get a feel for what his life was like on a routine basis these past two years. Aside from almost passing out when a slide depicting an amputated foot was flashed before my eyes (can I get a warning next time!??! Geez louise), I was utterly and completely out of my element. I was pretty much lulled to sleep by the sheer high-level of learning that was going on around me, and I walked away with the firm belief that med school is clearly not for everyone.

No duh, Einstein.

So, with that in mind, I am glad that Michael gets a break from lectures and now gets to practice what he has learned!  Even so, I will miss our mornings together. As much as I love him, there is just NO WAY I'm getting myself out of bed at 4:30am. Unlike Michael, I need a solid eight hours of sleep. 7.5 can maybe work on a good day, but that's cutting it close. I think it's because I'm a light sleeper and Michael's a deep sleeper -- so my eight hours is equivalent to his five. I have no idea if science backs this theory up, but is sure sounds right to me...


Did you know that they still use pagers in the medical world?? For a field that advances by leaps and bounds with each new drug or discovery, you'd think they would put pagers to rest. But again, I am no expert here.

I'm just a know-it-all...

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Bermuda is calling...

I'm going to be very straightforward with you in this post:

My goal is to convince you to go to Bermuda on your next beach vacation.


We have just returned from the east coast's Hawaii. Yet I present my theory that Bermuda is far and away better than that little mirage of Pacific islands that is... oh.... NINE hours away. But my point is not to hate on Hawaii -- it's beautiful. I really just want to sing praises from the mountaintops about how wonderful Bermuda is!


It was our two-year anniversary trip (anniversary dinner pictured above), but also a grand celebration of Michael finishing his second year of med school which culminated in the Step 1 Board exam.... which he ACED! JK, we won't know his score for awhile. But let's be honest, he ACED it! Ok no, really, we don't know. But the Lord knows and we are trusting in him. Anyway, here are a couple of anecdotes from our week:

My parents went to Bermuda for their honeymoon which I think was sort of disastrous (the hotel "misplaced" their reservation... or something) and again for their 10-year anniversary. I was four years old when they went on that trip, but I still remember and kept for a long time a little, pink coral necklace that they brought back for me from the island. I loved that necklace, and actually was hoping to find an adult version of it. I didn't find one, but maybe that's for the best. 

The beaches are not actually as pink-sanded as I thought. It's more like white sand with tiny pink pebbles that give off the slightest hint of a light pink when water rushes over them. No matter -- my disappointment about the not-so-pink sand was short lived because the Bermudan beaches are hands down the most beautiful I have ever seen in my life. That's saying a lot, considering I am my father's daughter and nothing makes us happier than a good book and the beach and warmer water (Lord knows it takes a LOT to get my dad into any body of water other than the hot tub).... so therefore we have been to some pretty legitimate beach destinations.


The water in Bermuda is mouthwash blue. Not green, not blue-green. It is blue. Deep, mouthwash blue like Scope. It's prettier than any water I have seen before, and so warm that you could stand still all day in it and not get chilly. And unlike a lot of places in the Caribbean, there are waves! Big waves almost like in the Outer Banks of North Carolina (my heart.)


Trivia question: Do you think Bermuda is off the coast of: 
a) South Carolina?
b) Georgia?
c) Florida?
d) Puerto Rico? 

hi there

Think on it, think on it, think on it...... dinggggg ding it is a) South Carolina. You have chosen wisely. 
But isn't that crazy! Most people think it is further south in the Caribbean somewhere. But no -- a mere two-hour flight from Washington lands you among some of the most beautiful beaches in the world. Each day at the beach, we would lay around reading for an hour or two, then go swimming for a good bit, and then climb barefoot over all of the rock cliffs that separate each of the southern shore beaches. It's a reader's paradise (me) and an explorer's haven (Michael).


Need I say more?? 

Ok I will. 

We rented a scooter. It was such a blast! It is unbelievably fun to scoot around the island on a moped. Assuredly, if I was driving, we would have ended up in the hospital. But that's why I wasn't driving. In fact, I didn't even do any backseat driving (something I tend to do...) since there is not technically a backseat on a scooter. Michael cruised us through the different parishes from one end of the island to the other with a captain's confidence and a light hand on the gas. The scooter rental company won't rent out scooters unless you first prove that you can drive one; as shown by the fact that we ran into some fellow UVA alums who apparently had failed the scooter test and were having to taxi around the island. How terribly sad! It was exhilarating to pop on our scooter with our beach bag and umbrella for the day, and then pop on it again to go out to dinner. Disclaimer: Don't where a slim-fitting dress. I learned that the hard way. It just doesn't work when you have to straddle a seat. Oh well!

Michael and I had a wonderful honeymoon two years ago, but we never set foot off the resort property (this is NOT a complaint! I would recommend where we went to anyone) so we didn't have to do a lot of thinking then. On this trip, we decided what beach to visit or where we wanted to go to dinner, then pulled out the map, then scootered there. I kept picturing that scene from The Wedding Planner where the whole group is coming back to the city after a day at the vineyard, and Mossimo, Mary's adorable and squirrelly suitor, is riding along behind the limo and the Land Rover on his scooter. He is whistling. If you know what scene I'm talking about, then we should talk -- we'd probably love all the same romcoms. Anyway, this is how I felt while we went all over the island on the scooter -- like Mossimo riding along happy as a clam as he whistles away. 


Bottom line: the scooter is worth it. 

We stayed in a VRBO (vacation rental by owner) little bungalow right on South Shore Road -- a two minute walk from Church Bay, and a five-minute scooter ride from all of the other southern shore beaches. I can't recommend our little casita enough. Our bungalow was owned by the most charming woman I have ever met.... her personality reminded me of Meryl Streep's character from It's Complicated. I could go on and on about where we stayed, where we ate, which beaches we loved, etc, but just let me know if you are going to Bermuda anytime soon, or not soon, and we can chat all about it.

I think one of the things that amazed us the most about the island is that there were NO TOURISTS. Like anywhere. Ok, there were a few, but I mean, not really. We would hurry to the beach every morning thinking that we'd have to crawl over people to find a spot of sand, but every time, we were either the first of only five other people on the beach.... or there were only five other people on the beach. We did stumble upon the tourist mecca though -- all the cruise ship folks are bused to Horseshoe Bay for their fun in the sun. But if you just avoid that bay, you really do feel like you have an entire island to yourselves.

Freeeeeedommm!

Moving on. It may have taken me two years to figure this out, but Michael and I do not have the same skin tone. As much as I hate to say it, I had to purchase -- as in hand over money and walk out of the store with -- SPF 50 sunscreen

It. was. agonizing. 

While SPF 15 has always suited me, I clearly was not considering the effects of Bermuda's incredibly strong sun on my man's skin. He fried. I mean, like a lobster. And then he poured Gold Bond powder all over himself because we somehow had that with us and because the bottle said it helps treats minor burns. 

Do you know what it's like sleeping next to a lobster ghost? 

And this was only day one. 

So, I found myself, for the first time in my life, purchasing sunscreen with a SPF higher than 30. I felt like I had betrayed the sun-gods and they were going to rain down on me. As in, literally rain. As in, no sunshine for the rest of the week. A horrible thought! 

Thankfully, this didn't happen. We had gorgeous weather all week. I basked in the sunshine, while Michael sat under an umbrella slathered in 50. Poor man. Thankfully, a friendly Bermudian literally broke off several huge aloe leaves from an aloe plant and showed Michael how to peel the spiky shell off the leaves to expose the aloe underneath. This, you rub on your skin. Amazing! We actually did it too. I felt like Tom Hanks in Castaway. Without the whole knocking out his tooth with an ice-skate thing. Yikes. 

Lesson learned: Just because you prefer SPF 15, doesn't mean everyone does. Get your man some 50!


We were sad to leave such a wonderful place to come back to DC, but honestly, we love our lives in DC too (I know, I know... I talk about it a lot) so neither Michael or I had that sense of foreboding that we both used to have when leaving vacations. Is that a sign of maturity??! Who am I kidding -- we are both old souls. You can read a book anywhere. But it would be better in Bermuda. 

I'll leave you with this: whoever thought that bringing chocolate trail mix to the beach was a good idea...


...clearly wasn't thinking.

That would be yours truly.