Saturday, January 20, 2007


So Ms. Spencer sent me a chain-letter of sorts the other day pertaining to a recipe exchange. As i decided to participate (and am now waiting on receiving around 36 recipes) i figured i would post them all here so that the rest of you need not waste your time with silly chain letters in order to benefit! so here, is recipe number one:

Asian Chicken

4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
3 Tablespoons soy sauce
1 1/2 Tablespoons vinegar
2-3 Tablespoons light brown sugar
1 garlic clove, finely chopped (or just shake in some garlic powder or salt)
1/4 teaspoon ground pepper

Preheat oven to 350. Spray Pam on pan or glass dish big enough to hold chicken in single layer. Combine remaining ingredients and pour over chicken. I like to stab the chicken a bunch of times first to let out anger and to allow the sauces to get inside. Bake for 20 min or until done. Serve hot or cold. (It's especially good the next day after sitting in the sauce overnight.)

Serves 4.

compliments of Jennifer

Monday, January 08, 2007

Viet Nam, Residency, and 2007

Joanna Buddha

My Turn!
Random acts of Buddhism
Saigon Cyclo
That's how the light gets in...
A few images from Viet Nam to start the 2007 blog off.
I had a dream last night that my application for residency was refused at the close of this semester. I couldn't sleep much after that. I keep trying to tell myself that those cracks, the imperfections that feel like defects are the only spaces in which the unpredictable can happen. I keep trying to brace myself to free-fall into one of those holes if that rejection of my residency application becomes a reality. But how do you prepare yourself for loosing the life you've dreamed you'll make? How do you smile in the face of blinding sunshine when you can't see what images will come into focus once your eyes adjust, your heart mends?

It could never be easy, right? I couldn't have fallen in love with a place closer? I miss my friends and my family. Weddings are starting to be realities that I will have to consider missing because of distance--money. How do you trade off the life that you love living with a life you wish you wanted? How do you know which things hold the potential for happiness in the long term? I'm terrified of the crack, i'm scared by the fissures I see forming and the terrible fall that will drop me into worlds as yet unimagined. I wait with anxious anticipation for someone to tell me that this, the life i'm leading, the dream i'm building is the forgotten offering. Until then, however, I refuse to believe there could be anything more wonderfully warm then the light streaming through the "australia crack."