Sunday O.J.

Jayme told me to make a blog and I didn't think I'd have time to do one. But, after napping the whole afternoon through some pretty good football games (I did catch the end of the Steelers-Ravens game) I thought I'd squeeze some of the oranges leftover from this weekend's regattas and write about my experience.

What happened was my discovery of a very important formula that I'll cherish and embrace for as long as I remain on earth.

3 oranges = 1 thingy of juice.

It's wisdom like this which makes me believe that I have an old soul.

And my turkey tacos are going to be so good. I'm trying a new way of seasoning my meat by adding most of my spices to the olive oil as it heats up. No pictures of those will be available because I am terrible at uploading.

Tacos and orange juice.