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A super fun thing that wil bite me in the a** in about ten hours

You know what's super fun? Getting up to 20+ mph on the bike ride into work with minimal extra effort.
 
You know what is going to hurt? Riding into the wind on the way home.
 
March is windy. I am not complaining, though, because it's awesome that it's nice enough outside that I can start riding this early in the year without becoming more hard core (like the people I see riding their bikes when it's 20 below and icy in January).

Hummus with Green Goo and a bean plea

Lately, I've been obsessed with eating carrots and hummus. I can't explain it, other than the fact that it's delicious.
 
I am also eagerly looking forward to the shipment of Rancho Gordo beans that should be arriving at my house next week.
 
Perfect timing to come across a new variation on hummus from a reliable source - 
 
Oh, Rancho Gordo, why are you so far away? Why isn't there anybody closer who can give me the beans I adore? First, I admired your beans over the internet, but was too cheap to pay for shipping. Then I was in San Francisco and brought some of your beans home from the Ferry Plaza Farmer's Market. http://www.ferrybuildingmarketplace.com/farmers_market.php
 
It was love, beany love. Then I asked for and received your beans for Christmas, and an addiction was born. Beans from the bulk bin at the co-op are pretty good, but your beans, Rancho Gordo, your beans make me dance a happy dance.
 
Indian Harvest, you are in Bemidji, MN, and I found your beans on the internet, but you seem set up for chefs and restaurants, and I am neither of these things.
 
Maybe I should grow my own beans.

A pretty reflection on appreciating what you have


Otherwise

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

Jane Kenyon