Honestly, who doesn’t
love orchids? Yesterday, I traded my daily lunch break run around the national mall for a trip to the National Botanic Garden, just on the other side of the capitol building from my office. Reason being, I had never been there, and my new Nikon D80 arrived at my front door the previous evening. Yes — I upgraded cameras. No more blurry photos, and hopefully I’ll be featured on foodgawker
in the future!
Anyway, the gardens were featuring an orchid exhibit, which always reminded me of my grandmother’s garden. She manages to care for pots among pots of orchids in the Los Angeles heat — how she does it is beyond my comprehension. My measly basil plant is suffering. The exhibit was breathtaking, though. Please enjoy the photos! I’ve been a little busy for my normal pastry art lately because, lo and behold, spring has broken here in Washington. The daffodils and tulips haven’t bloomed yet, but I see their stems coming up in the gardens around Dupont. I cannot wait — tulips are one of my two favorite flowers, and they don’t grow naturally where I’m from. Los Angeles doesn’t have a real spring, where certain plants bloom after a period of frost. The weather is just constantly warm in comparison to anomalies like “snowmygod,” so tulips are a special treat for me this year.
This isn’t food-related, per se, but bear with me.
Today marks the day that I planned to pick up running again. It’s been a lazy, painful three weeks (I had tendonitis in my foot, and was condemned to stiletto boots for two of those weeks in order to not flex the tendon I had injured… sexy and uncomfortable, but not terribly painful). I woke up early this morning, had a few cups of tea, and read a good portion of Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina. I took a break to check out some cook books on a random bookshelf we have, and emerged with a 1977 weathered copy of Washington on Foot. I flipped through, read about a few walking tours, and was incredibly excited when I found the ink-drawn maps of the district. I was even more excited to find the old metro map in the back, which was printed before the yellow, green, or blue line trains were installed.
After flipping through this, I decisively embarked upon a new running path through Embassy Row. Gorgeous! I also got lost in Rock Creek Park, ended up on the wrong side of the river, and climbed a mountain, which brought me to a cemetery, at which point I found a street and just ran home.
I’ve decided cold weather running is much more pleasant than warm weather running. The air is brisk, I’m not drenched in humidity sweat, and I get to wear fun running tights. Further, today was the first time I went running around my neighborhood during daylight–it’s much prettier that way. Sadly, I don’t have the time free during daylight to do it more often! Then, I came home, and cooked a fabulous protein-loaded stuffed bell pepper dinner at a friend’s house, and watched Jersey Shore, naturally. Once they send me the photos for that, I’ll be sure to post the recipe.