Los Hermanos has a DELECTABLE gluten-free menu!
Their rice and beans have wheat in them, but they'll make you different beans in a jiffy and hold the rice without blinking.
It's on Center Street in Provo. YUM.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Bike Trails
Do you ever feel like life is maybe a little too cushy?
You've been slouching around in your pajamas all day... snacking on leftover cheese sticks and the remains at the bottom of potato chip bags... the basement is so dark, you think you're losing your eyesight... you can't find your left slipper... you've watched three hours of homestarrunner.com straight... your milk's gone bad...
What to do?!
BIKE TO THE GROCERY STORE! Duh.
I was feeling a little disgusted at my inactivity last Saturday. The weather was just perfect--cool, humid, windy and beautiful, and I stared out the window in self-disgusted disgust at myself (?).
"Jennnn!!" I whined, "What am I going to DO tonight? I feel so boring!"
"I don't know," Jenn replied patiently.
Ah hah! I had just brought my bike, Henry, down to Provo. PERFECT!
I decided to bike to Buy Low and purchase cheap and healthy produce--despite my lack of bike clothes, a map, previous biking-in-traffic experience, or even a helmet.
Whatever! It would be a great wake-me-up! I put on my shorts, grabbed my wallet, and ran outside... where it was now sprinkling.
No matter! I just grabbed my highlighter-yellow hoodie ("This will keep me safe from cars!" I hollered to Jenn, who tried to care) and headed back out!
"Bye, Jenn, I'm going to go have an adventure!"
"Ok, Dia..."
My bike seat was already wet, and the pedals were a little slippery. My running-on-stupidity brain didn't care--this will be fun! The rain started really, well, raining after about a block. I threw my hood on and kept on a-riding, as the internal dialogue (well... "internal" as in, I was talking to Henry) began in earnest.
"Ummm...
This way?
...
Sure! I'm pretty sure it's in this general direction; I'm sure I can get there just fine."
"Hey, Henry? Do you think the rain is getting harder?"
"And colder?"
I was passing the duck pond and the rain was now, at least by Utahn standards, "pouring."
It's an interesting feeling, really, the sting of rain droplets on your hands and face as your feet keep slipping off the pedals and your brakes start squeeling on wet tires.
"This is kind of fun!"
I'd made it about six blocks when my brain finally kicked in.
DIA. THIS IS STUPID.
"Henry, did you hear that?"
Unfortunately it took four more blocks before I started to listen.
DIA. THIS IS STUPID. GO HOME.
"....
Uhhh, Henry? I know you're excited and everything, but, I'm thinking we should maybe turn around. I don't have a helmet on. Annnddd... I don't know where we're going. Or... where we are. And it's really cold. And wet."
Henry complained, but we turned around and made it back to the house in record time. I drove the car to Buy Low like a sane person, and got back into the now-deserved sweats when I finally got home.
"Sometimes you just gotta live a little, Jenn," I reminded her, sipping hot cocoa and searching for my left slipper.
"Sure, Dia."
You've been slouching around in your pajamas all day... snacking on leftover cheese sticks and the remains at the bottom of potato chip bags... the basement is so dark, you think you're losing your eyesight... you can't find your left slipper... you've watched three hours of homestarrunner.com straight... your milk's gone bad...
What to do?!
BIKE TO THE GROCERY STORE! Duh.
I was feeling a little disgusted at my inactivity last Saturday. The weather was just perfect--cool, humid, windy and beautiful, and I stared out the window in self-disgusted disgust at myself (?).
"Jennnn!!" I whined, "What am I going to DO tonight? I feel so boring!"
"I don't know," Jenn replied patiently.
Ah hah! I had just brought my bike, Henry, down to Provo. PERFECT!
I decided to bike to Buy Low and purchase cheap and healthy produce--despite my lack of bike clothes, a map, previous biking-in-traffic experience, or even a helmet.
Whatever! It would be a great wake-me-up! I put on my shorts, grabbed my wallet, and ran outside... where it was now sprinkling.
No matter! I just grabbed my highlighter-yellow hoodie ("This will keep me safe from cars!" I hollered to Jenn, who tried to care) and headed back out!
"Bye, Jenn, I'm going to go have an adventure!"
"Ok, Dia..."
My bike seat was already wet, and the pedals were a little slippery. My running-on-stupidity brain didn't care--this will be fun! The rain started really, well, raining after about a block. I threw my hood on and kept on a-riding, as the internal dialogue (well... "internal" as in, I was talking to Henry) began in earnest.
"Ummm...
This way?
...
Sure! I'm pretty sure it's in this general direction; I'm sure I can get there just fine."
"Hey, Henry? Do you think the rain is getting harder?"
"And colder?"
I was passing the duck pond and the rain was now, at least by Utahn standards, "pouring."
It's an interesting feeling, really, the sting of rain droplets on your hands and face as your feet keep slipping off the pedals and your brakes start squeeling on wet tires.
"This is kind of fun!"
I'd made it about six blocks when my brain finally kicked in.
DIA. THIS IS STUPID.
"Henry, did you hear that?"
Unfortunately it took four more blocks before I started to listen.
DIA. THIS IS STUPID. GO HOME.
"....
Uhhh, Henry? I know you're excited and everything, but, I'm thinking we should maybe turn around. I don't have a helmet on. Annnddd... I don't know where we're going. Or... where we are. And it's really cold. And wet."
Henry complained, but we turned around and made it back to the house in record time. I drove the car to Buy Low like a sane person, and got back into the now-deserved sweats when I finally got home.
"Sometimes you just gotta live a little, Jenn," I reminded her, sipping hot cocoa and searching for my left slipper.
"Sure, Dia."
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