When it comes to spices, a lot of us are just as lost as the next. I mean what is a spice? How is it different from an herb? And how do I use this powdery substance, it smells different from how it tastes and I’m confused… In the May 2010 issue of Women’s Health Magazine, Matthew Kadey, a registered dietician dives into some of the more commonly seen and used spices out there. Take a look at his article, that not only breaks down what each spice is, but its flavor profile, health powers and how to best use the spice in cooking.
If you are lucky, there will be a few times in your life when you discover something so purely amazing it will change your life. For me, finding the The Art of Racing in the Rain is one of these rare discoveries. It has only been a few years since I took up reading and really started to enjoy it. In fact, when I’m in school and reading the mundane topics of international warfare, and politics, I actively think to myself, how much I can’t wait to read for leisure again. I can’t remember when I bought this book, or how I came to find it, but I do know that it sat on my book shelf for months, without a consideration from me to actually read it. I love books, and often buy them with the intention to read them, but I get swept away in life, and forget about them.
When I finally picked up this book, I had no idea how amazing it would be. I thought it was “cute” at first, the life of a dog, through his own eyes. Who’d of thought to write this, and why hadn’t anyone written it sooner? It’s genius!
The story opens with Enzo, the dog & main character, living his life, and giving us the back story of how he came to be with his dad. I fell in love with him, instantly. Perhaps because I am a dog lover, or perhaps because Stein is that good, either way, Enzo changed my heart. I felt myself getting angry at the “new woman” in his dad’s life, empathizing with his pain of being left alone in the house, and sharing his joy and protective nature when it came to the new baby. But most of all, I felt changed by Enzo & Stein’s words, compassion and hearts. I know this sounds a little crazy to feel like a character in a book has changed you, but you don’t know Enzo or Stein. This is an amazing story of love, loyalty, friendship, compassion, forgiveness and devotion on a level that few get to experience in a lifetime. It has a few heart pounding moments of racing in the rain that sweeps you up and into a fury for show, but at its core this is a book about an amazing man, Enzo. Who taught me, at a time in my life when I needed to learn an amazing value and virtue, he taught me that I need “to live as if it had been stolen from death, [and] that is how I would like to live. To feel the joy of life… To separate oneself from the burden, the angst, the anguish that we all encounter everyday. Today I am alive, I am wonderful, I am. I am. That is something to aspire to…That is how I will live my life.”
Now a days there are so many farmers’ markets to choose from, and Hawai’i is no different for those of us looking for great produce, craft items and cheap ready to eat foods. On Thursday evenings from 5pm on, the Parish Church of St. Clement, on the corner of Makiki and Wilder, hosts the Makiki Farmers’ Market to a few great vendors and the residents of the Makiki neighborhood. The atmosphere is always so laid back with the residents and vendors’ greeting each other like this is just another neighborhood block party. Lots of long tables are always set up in the center of the market for people to sit and eat, drink (it is BYOB!!), let your puppies play, or catch up with your friends. The Makiki Farmers’ Market is rather small compared to others in Honolulu, like the Blaisdel or KCC Farmers’ Markets but it still has some great key vendors and amazing food stalls. Ono Pops has joined the group, along with a Popcorn tent and others stopping in for a one time show. There is also the standard fresh produce vendors who have some beautiful produce like: bell peppers, various squash and mirepoix basics but the food stalls are what make this farmers’ market great!
My personal favorites at the market is Olay Thai, with a great Pad Thai, and Curry that will spice up your night. Sweet Revenge offers an amazing assortment of mini pies in very unique but delicious flavor combinations. The pies are $8 each, a little steep, but definitely worth the price if you can get the lemon crunch pie. It’s a pie so delicious it is comparable to the famous Aiea Bowl Crunch cake. There are also food vendors selling delicious tacos, local fare, and some amazing Ribs & Korean BBQ for cheap prices that are better than some restaurants.
Parking seems to be the only pit fall, being that you must use street parking, which in Makiki can be quite challenging. I recommend parking up the street next to Punahou (2 blocks away), or near Makiki District so that you don’t have to circle for parking. If you’re coming from campus, take Wilder straight down towards Punahou High School, and you’ll run into the market on the left side of the street. All in all, the Makiki Farmers’ Market seems to be a real gem with great food, cheap vendors, and am amazing community that supports and brings to life this farmers’ market every Thursday from 5pm into the night.
Three years ago, we made a commitment(the longest commitment of our lives being the commitment-phobes we are). We committed to the 52.4 challenge with the San Francisco Marathon. It meant that we had to run the first half marathon, the second half marathon and then the full marathon in three consecutive years, within the designated times. Three years ago, this was a lot, it was a huge undertaking considering we had just come up with this idea over a lazy day of internet surfing, no running practice or training, and no real idea of what it took to run a marathon. We jumped right in tho, we are “that type” of people, who jump in whole heartedly, with little to no fear (due to the bliss of ignorance) of what kind of selfishness and handwork that this three-year commitment would take.
Our first half marathon was run in 2012, and we were a mess afterwards. We thought dumb things like “ehh how hard could this 13. whatever mile thing be?” “I’m young, I’ll run a few times. I go this.” By the end of the half marathon, we were a mess!!!! Swollen, sore, stiff, cramped, cold, in pain and hungry. We could barely move for days after, and for a week after everything continued to hurt. At the end of our second half marathon in 2013, we were rock stars! PR times, the run was WAY less of a struggle, and we were ready to conquer the world after. Nothing was sore, in fact, I wasn’t even tired. Just hungry and thirsty for a beer. It was in this race, I really started to “get it.” I really got what it was to be part of this running community and this was also when I really reached that “high” that everyone talks about. During this half marathon, I cruised, I cheered people on while I was running, I got an ambulance for another runner who had collapsed, I shared my Gu, and other running stuff. I danced, sang along to my iPod, closed my eyes for a few miles, and genuinely felt pure bliss and joy as I was running. The difference was that I really appreciated my run, I respected the course, and trained. That’s why when I fell and gave myself permanent spinal cord damage in November of 2013, I got scared. I had been running, I applied for and became an Ambassador to the San Francisco Marathon for 2014, I was on a roll, I was increasing my speed, my confidence, my distance, my everything! And then I was told I could not and should not run this marathon, but as with most stubborn people when I was told “no,” I immediately said “oh yeah, watch this.” Thus began the real part of this journey…
Becoming an ambassador for the 2014 San Francisco Marathon changed my life. It somehow gave me 85 people who I had never met, their support, their inspiration, their courage to run this, and I did. I struggled for months on whether or not this was really a good idea, and wether or not I could realistically do this 26.2 mile run. With the confidence of my boyfriend, my fellow ambassadors and my “will” I decided to run a half in Kentucky in March. I figured that if I could do this, I could do 26.2. Not only did I run the Run the Bluegrass half, I did it in 2:30. And for the first time ever, I followed it up with the Hollywood Half the next weekend, and cut 7 minutes off my time! It was then that I was convinced I could run the SF Marathon! The doctors still said not to, some of my friends even frowned on it, but we were convinced and determined to do this. I barely trained these last months with a new job taking over my life, rehab, physical therapy, dog training, homework for school, a few dental surgeries and fatigue setting in. But I still ran as much as I could. I ran sometimes only one mile or a few blocks, and got myself up to 3 miles before the marathon. I think I was able to get about 5 runs in, in the last two months. My back and time just didn’t permit me to have more “good days,” where I could move.
We left for San Francisco, and I knew my goal was to run this race in 6 hours, so I could get my 52.4 sweater. My secret goal (more on this later) was to run this in 5:30 or less. I wanted to run as much as I could, and walk as little as possible. I just wanted to finish because in my state, finishing was going to be a huge accomplishment all its own. As a side note, I always have at least two goals. One that I will outwardly tell people, and a second one that I never say out loud. I just push to achieve it!
The Friday before the race, I was headed to the Expo with Chloe to work the booths as an ambassador. I was nervous, because well, I’m always nervous. I must say, I had a blast!!! I loved meeting the faces I’d met via instagram and Facebook. I loved being part of the team that put this race together, bringing 26,000 people from around the world together, to share in this SOLD OUT experience.
On race morning I was scared. I hadn’t slept because of my nerves and anxiety. I was starting to reconsider running at all, until I met Joe via Instagram. He was a random Florida man, running the marathon for the first time (in SF), staying in the same hotel, and unable to sleep too! It was 3am, and I laid out my clothes, drank my coffee, and braided my race hair. 4:30am came around, and we all met in the lobby to walk over to the starting line. 6am rolled around, and we were off! I was running it, and it was “game time.” My boyfriend and I had committed to meeting on the bridge for our traditional picture on the bridge. He took off, and was doing great! I was pacing myself. I had a plan, and wasn’t going to sacrifice the goal for anything. By mile 2 I had a leg cramp. By mile 5 I was tired, but convinced myself that I had to run over the bridge and back. No exceptions and just because I did it before. On the bridge I wanted to stop, desperately. My back was hurting, my spine was pinching, my cramp was still there, my shin was piercing, my foot was swollen, but I pushed on. Coming off the bridge, I knew I was about to hit mile 9 and a killer hill, so I pushed through and am so happy I did! At mile 10 I was considering ending the run at the half mark with the rest of the people running 13.1. BUT by mile 11 I was in cruise mode. Everything hurt, but didn’t at the same time! My brain was off, my feet kept moving, and I hit the zone. I sang, I danced, I hugged the guy on the side, shared my gu, and cheered people on. Before I knew it, I was at miles 20. And shortly before that 20 mile marker, I remember thinking to myself “I get it… I’m hooked! I know why people do this. I love running.. marathons!”
I finished this race in 5:10!!! 2015… I ran almost the entire race (and I mean I ran about 26 miles straight!) I”ll be back to run this course for time! Thank you to everyone who gave me the confidence, and the help to cross the finish line.
What I’ve been given during this three-year journey is more than I can ever repay the people I’ve met along the way. I’ve been able to fundraise for The Ronald McDonald House, Wounded Warrior Project, Stand Up to Cancer, The Tibetan Relief Fund, The Shooting Star Chase and the ASPCA; to help fight against the things that mean the most to me in life. I’ve learned and gained an understanding through running that I can make a difference in one person’s life, and that difference in that one person is all it takes sometimes to make change. I’ve learned that human beings are amazing, and that we all have a dark place we’re fighting against to let the “good” win out, over the evils. But most of all, through running.. I have selfishly been given a heart whose sole purpose in life is “to leave it a little better than how I found it.”
“Cooking is my love.”
|Korean director famous for Cooking Class ’20 ‘Tina Rogers|
|Published: 2009-07-15 (Wed)|
I‘m sitting at my computer, contemplating my upcoming endeavor, and realizing how nervous, anxious, scared and REALLY SCARED I am. Three years ago, the San Francisco Marathon was a far out goal that I had set for us, and I was sure, like most things in life, I’d give up on before I reached it; or get distracted by; or make some crazy excuse as to why I couldn’t finish it. But the time is here, and in 6 days I’ll be running with thousands of other people from all over the world with a goal of their own, and with some of the most supportive people I’m lucky to know and about to meet.
The journey of my marathon has taken me to some supreme ups and downs but it a journey that I would not trade for anything in the world. This path has kept me sane through my back injury and recovery and cancer. My first half marathon taught me to respect the course and to respect the race because every day and every race is a difference beast that must be overcome despite how many times you’ve run the same streets, or raced the same distance before. IF you don’t, and you are over boastful, the race will conquer you.
My last half marathon taught me to enjoy the run. To close my eyes for a few miles, and follow the sounds of the foot steps around me and to enjoy the course, the energy and the view. It taught me to relish in the moment because that moment can fade at any time and become something so much more different.
Every race has taught me that being alone is one of the greatest discoveries out there. At 3am when the rest of the world is sleeping, and I’m up.. starting my race day routine the silence and the tranquility is amazing. Some races more than others, but all to some degree show me every time that there is energy in spirit. The air of race morning, as I walk to the starting tents/line is pumped with energy, positivity, and so much emotion I get teary before each race.
My second SF half marathon taught me what the runner’s spirit and community is all about. I ran 2:05 (my PR at the time) and stopped to share my gu, cheer people on, grab an ambulance for a guy who collapsed on the side, and to speak positive words to people all around me, who were struggling or needed a little lift.
This training, however spotty at times, has taught me that I can overcome anything I put my mind to. 1 year ago I had to quit my job due to severe allergies that caused me to break out in burning hives and rashes; 8 months ago I was told I have permanent spinal cord damage and will need my cane and a metal stint installed in my spinal cord and running was not an option for me. But I push through the daily pain, and I run, I’ve trained myself to “suck up” the pain as best I can, to train, and to try my hardest to keep with the routine and schedule that I need for this marathon.
Two years ago I had surgery to remove some cancer, and I know it’s coming back (the nature of my type will always come back)… but I still run.
So July 27th & my San Francisco Marathon, I’m anxious to see what lessons I learn (good or bad) from you. Thank you to everyone who has supported our quest to accomplish this goal. Without you I wouldn’t be here, and for that I am forever indebted to you.