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|December 20, 2011||Posted by Carrie under about me, attitude about food, back to school, family, food, friends, recipes|
The other day, (in the middle of my blog problems, so I couldn’t come here and share a link), I was spotlighted in a fabulous community – Around the Plate. This is a fantastic online community that ” brings together nutrition experts and everyday people to improve the way the world eats one plate at a time”. Go check out my profile spotlight here! Then take a look around the site for some amazing information (I look forward to the day I am part of the group of RD’s).
Back to the topic of the day – battle wounds. Back in April after finishing the So Cal Ragnar Relay, I was feeling like I’d earned my running title with a battle wound of a black and blue toe.
Fast forward 8 more months and a lot more beating to that little toe and the other day it finally fell off! There’s obviously been a lot of growing going on under the injured nail, because there was no blood or ick or anything and look, there’s already a little nail regrowing.
Turn away if you’re squeamish (but I know many of you wont’ as runners have a fascination with icky toes) – so here’s a picture of the nail.
Still with the sparkly polish. I spared you the even ickier shot of the underside of the nail that looked like a dead animal. If you’re really interested, let me know.
Last night, we celebrated the first night of Hanukkah.
We shared the evening with some friends who were enjoying their first Hanukkah dinner ever. I’m happy to say that one of the kids loved my latkes. And, although I overcooked the broccoli and the chicken was a little dry, the veggies in the chicken dish were fantastic and it was a nice evening.
On to night 2 of 8 nights of entertaining. We usually have an annual Hanukkah party, but I just couldn’t work it into our busy lives this year. I’m feeling a little bad about not hosting it and wondering if anyone just thinks they were snubbed with no invite. I’ve tried to get the word out, so I’ll add that here, too: for you local friends that think you were not invited, my apologies, the party just didn’t happen.