March 29, 2017

HOLEMAN AND FINCH DOES BRUNCH

Warmest thanks to all of you who reached out with Happy Birthdays and for being so encouraging about my opening up in that last post. Meant the world and I felt stronger the second I posted it! <3

Nowwww, back to your regularly scheduled pretty photos and outing recaps >>>

Holeman and Finch Public House | 2277 Peachtree Rd NE Atlanta, Georgia 30309

This past Saturday I partnered with Holeman and Finch to spread the word about the revival of their weekend brunch / lunch menu thanks to Chef Spencer’s inventive plates and twists on traditional favorites.  If you’re a local or Atlanta enthusiast you’re probably already going “oh yea, Holeman and Finch…Mmmmmmm their burger is legit” well I can tell you, their other items should be just as famous!

Since it was my birthday afternoon and we had no other plans but to soak up all the foods we took our precious time and sat at the bar before moving to a table. We started with Bloody Mary’s and to my delightful surprise, they make their own mix that is now bottled!

Didn’t get into Bloody Mary’s till a few years ago since the tomato juice always hurt my tum (went through a phase with bad issues like ulcers) but now I can treat myself to them. And since they are basically a salad and lots of vitamins, I tell myself it’s in the name of health! ;)

As for the meal we told the kind staff that our (my) only dietary restriction is beef, I don’t do it, so we let them just surprise us! First came this ridiculous charcuterie board. Some of the portions were from Georgia others from various Southern states but sadly, I don’t recall, but it’s always changing so you’re in for a legit treat no matter what!

Ok, now lets talk about this soft shell crab benedict.

Truthfully I never eat soft shell crab because the fact you’re chomping down on tons of tiny, soft bones always freaked me out. Until Saturday when that allllll changed! I went in full steam and didn’t stop but once to take the below pic of that perfect egg. This dish was a game changer for me, a life changer even. In the last couple years I’ve upped my seafood intake and there aint no turning back now!

If the benedict wasn’t mind-blowing enough they brought out this colorful quail and seared foie gras dish. QUAIL AND FOIE GRAS. Whaaaat. Another two things that aren’t normally on my radar but I went for it! I mean how could you not with that pretty dish?!

Growing up my family (yep, including me!) hunted birds deer, turkey, pesky rodents -youuu get it- we killed animals for sport and/or to eat. So I grew up eating game. But honestly don’t recall ever loving it. And now as an adult exploring other protein options, I’ve been giving it a try. The most recent time was in Colorado at a fancy game-serving restaurant called Gas House. I had elk and was sadly not the biggest fan. In my opinion it tasted too much like beef and I just don’t like something about that taste.

Now, having tried this Georgia quail that was kept simple with what seemed to be a salt and pepper rub, I’m a changed woman! I was delightfully surprised that it had so much meat on it. First time eating quail I didn’t feel like I was doing a ton of work for little reward. Since I’m new to the foie gras I tried a few small bites alone and then another with some veges (is that sacrilegious? sorry!) and it was good! I’m new so maybe I’ll graduate to “it was great” but for now, these 31 year old tastebuds have some graduating to do.

Mushroom omlette – shiitake, oyster mushroom, gruyere, grilled onion | Holeman and Finch

Heck yes those are edible flowers on an omelette! And dang straight we made room for this baby! Though to be real, we took home a bunch of leftovers and dined like a king and queen again the following day!

“Up in Smoke” banhez mezcal, jimador reposado tequila, lustau pedro ximenez, bittermans grapefruit bitters | Holeman and Finch

Mezcal drink on the menu, yes please!

To make things fit even tighter the sweetest staff brought me this lil birthday cookie brownie warm and gooey “best seller” with a candle which I blew out and wished the same wish I always do, but obv. can’t tell ;)

Get this! Dustin doesn’t eat chocolate, ever. We had to have a cake option on our wedding day for him because he doesn’t like the stuff. HE TRIED THIS! I felt so special :D But wasn’t surprised after each of those courses being that fantastic, he knew they knew what was uP!

What I wore ~

Ray-Bans sunglasses, Urban Outfitters dress, Bussola boots, Madewell jacket

Can’t brag on this place enough! A must visit for weekend brunch / lunch or weeknight, casual or romantic-it suits all occasions!

This Sunday we are off to Madrid, followed by Barcelona then Paris. Yall, it’s hitting us that we’ll be traveling for 15 days straight, longest trip yet, ADD emotions go something like this:

“OMG OMG OMG! oh crap, that’s a long time to pack for, PARIS! k, still need this/this/that/this. or should i wait to buy there? zaraaaa. what comfy shoes to bring? hope we see all the things we wanna fit in! first time traveling with inlaws. hmmm. it’ll be finnnnnne. champagne tour! crap, i gotta start packing.”

Yaaaaa. As always, follow along on IG to keep for real up to speed <3

March 24, 2017

THE HARD STUFF

This blog space is usually pretty photos and as few words as possible, not ever really getting into the day to day stresses or struggles. It’s partially due to the fact I actually do not like writing, in fact, most times, I loath it so much I think “wouldn’t a photo gallery only be more fun?!”  Some posts are put off way more than they should for that very reason-adding words. But, I’m going to attempt to put the distaste aside and open up, because I think it could be therapeutic for me and right now, I need it.

On this day 11 years ago I got in a car accident that would forever change both mine and my at-the-time boyfriend’s life, forever. We were young and dumb and then, we were broken. Him way more so than I. Here’s how it went down-

Started with a road trip down to FL for camping on Port St. George with my bf and some of our friends, all being dudes. It was a fun (blurry) couple of days then a storm came. Our tent was massive and thus a wind trap and eventually blew down and we decided to call it quits and head back. The guy riding with bf and I suggested stopping by Auburn to complete our Spring Break with fun and not an unfortunate series of events. We were down. While at the mutual friend’s apartment more drinking and recreation happened and then tensions got high. I was so over sleeping on the ground, over being around a particular a-hole and ready to leave. Then said a-hole was antagonizing my bf and then later called me a bitch and that was that, I had had enough. We were leaving, I was driving, it was fine, I had it.  So we left him there to find his own way home and we set out.

From Auburn to Tuscaloosa it’s 2.5 hours. Doing the math later I figured out we left around 3am (dumb I know, remember, young and dumb!) So around an hour and a half in I started getting very sleepy so I asked bf if he could take over. He said he was fine so we switched at a gas station and kept going.  Now in Birmingham about an hour from my house on HWY 459 reaching about 70 MPH he fell asleep at the wheel, over corrected and we started flipping down the grassy median.  I was asleep in the passenger and woke up with the strongest force I’ve ever felt propelling my body over and over in different ways but also being secure in seat belt. The sunroof had shattered so grass and debris were getting in and the noise-that was insane-it was almost like in the movies where things are so nuts that it gets quiet and slows down in a weird slo-mo way. We finally stopped flipping and luckily were right side up.

Witnesses had pulled over and started running over to our car to see if we were ok. That was when I realized exactly what had just happened. I looked over at bf and he was slumped down to his left almost hanging out the driver window, blood streaming down his face, and completely still. Still to the point I thought he was dead. I started screaming his name, asking the people around the car if he was alive while they were trying to keep me calm and get some information until the ambulances arrived.  Then, came the pain. I looked down and registered the fact that my ankle was badly broken. I gave the samaritans my mom’s number and before I knew it she was there, helping me keep calm. The ambulance arrived, loaded me up, cut off all my clothes including my new Marmot jacket that I fought them over, and hauled me off to UAB hospital. I asked non-stop about my bf. Was he alive? Will he be coming to the hospital soon? What was happening?!

I was rushed into surgery for my ankle. Got some screws and both my tibia and fibula put back together. Then woke up and kept asking the questions-where was bf? was he alive? someone tell me what’s going on! That’s when I was told he was alive but in bad shape.  The rescue team had to get the jaws of life to pull him out and they discovered the roof of the 4 Runner had broken his neck. His injuries were a c2 and c3 break of the neck, deep wound above forehead, broken left arm and broken ribs that were collapsing one of his lungs. He was in ICU and would be for several weeks. After that information settled in and I realized, oh yea, it’s my 20th birthday…I started complaining about my right knee. I was in agony! Mom got a doctor to come in and look and low and behold, they missed the fact my knee cap was sitting on the inside of leg. ACL completely destroyed and MCL torn.  Because they had missed it and it was technically a post-accident injury and not to mention the fact the health system is jacked, I had to wait to file this injury.

Yes, wait.

Wait to get something fixed for over a month that occurred during the original accident and was missed by doctors.

So they put me in a knee immobilizer and told us to sort out insurance and get it handled when we could asap.  My right leg was completely immobile with the cast up to mid-shin then the knee immobilizer from there to mid-thigh. Besides a concussion, some cuts, bruises and scratches my right leg was my “only” injury.  I’d realize later this would be a never ending battle with pain and anxiety. So following the knee discovery and getting the run around from the hospital I asked to see bf. They wheeled me down to ICU and the repercussion of a decision that I made for us both was clear.  I was sick with guilt.  From my wheelchair I just stared.  Stared at a guy I loved laying there with tubes and bandages and a neck brace and all the beeping. It was so much equipment keeping him alive. But he was alive. And we were going to get through this together. Or so I thought.

The days following are obviously a blur. We went by the car to get some personal belongings and I saw what we survived.

You can see a wounded, still in hospital scrubs me trying to grab CD’s and clothes through broken glass and mud and bf’s blood all over the car. Disturbing so just beware.

Weeks later bf was released, a month later I got my knee operated on so it was back to the hospital and back to under the knife and then after all that we started physical therapy.  I went through four solid months, 3-4 times a week but he dropped out a month or so in getting discouraged with the progress of his left arm.  Going back to his injuries, the c2 and c3 of the neck are typically the breaks that’ll cause paralysis. But luckily he only suffered from his left arm being immobile with the possibility of getting it back. Years later I would find out his arm is mobile with some disability in left hand fingers but with the ability to grib being much better.

I was a sophomore at Bama and opted to stay in school and just try real hard for some decent grades.  I attended class in a wheelchair getting help from friends that would offer up their time and vehicle. Bf and I were not healthy healers. We partied and tried to continue our fun life of fun times all the time. It backfired. My grades suffered, my health suffered, my relationship with my friends and family suffered. We were toxic for each other. But truth be told I felt a loyalty to stay with him while he healed because I felt completely responsible. He would have never left Auburn if it wasn’t for me. He wouldn’t have driven if it wasn’t for me. I made those decisions and now we both suffered. I stayed with him as long as I could until I finally realized he wasn’t on the same healing path that I was and I cut ties. We both got better with many, many bumps in the road and then came the guilt. He began to hate me and lash out with guilt. Years went by. We both dated other people. But the guilt was still there. I wanted and needed to be forgiven. Eventually I was, we made peace with one another and we’re both “fine” 11 years later.

But are we? Am I?

In 2009 I was in agony, so much widespread pain. Not just in my right leg but both legs. All the time. Hurt to stand for long periods of time, hurt to walk a lot. So I went to a doctor. He told me I had fibromyalgia. No. That’s not real, you just can’t find out what’s wrong with me. Yea, I have injuries but I work out, I eat well, there’s something else. Appointments and tests later, same answer. So I tucked it away and said, “alright, you gotta just man up and deal” so I did. Then came another bad accident in May of 2015 after Memorial Day weekend in Daufuskie Island when an 18-wheeler cab didn’t break and ran into the back of the car I was in the back passenger seat.

Seriously? Another freaking car accident?

This one yielded lots of chiropractor appointments, bad neck pain, a pinched nerve in back causing pain in back and numbness in legs, more physical therapy and more anxiety.  Year or so later when I’m technically healed from all that the constant widespread pain got more  unbearable. I needed new answers. Went to a rheumatologist  who said “you have what’s called fibromyalgia, have you heard of it before?” Shit. Seriously. This again?! You don’t truly know so you diagnose me with this again.  Defeat.

So this mystery condition that doctors don’t quiet understand paired with lifelong anxiety equals straight up frenzy. My mind is a constant battle of “am I dying?” “should I bother having kids, I’m in so much pain?” “what’s my life expectancy going to be like” and so on. Yes. It’s dramatic but you tell someone with chronic pain and anxiety disorder to calm down it’s ok, you’re fine, it’ll be fine…well, you see what happens!

Thus, I (wo)man up. I take on each day’s pain and just try to remind myself how grateful I should be. I’ve tried so hard not to be that person that is always complaining about it. I try. I am sometimes not that person and I know people think “Ok Jess, we’ve got it, you hurt daily.” But I don’t want to be. I want to be that chick who survived a terrible accident and at the end of the day am stronger because of it, not weaker. My body doesn’t always want that and is currently revolting against me on this 11th year anniversary. Feels like my legs are growing long, like how growing pains felt as a kid paired with restlessness and tenderness of the knees. My lower back is also achy. This is why I changed the plans of my 31st birthday tomorrow from skating (ouch!) to bowling (old lady status..) Getting older has been so awesome and rewarding. I’m a homeowner, happily married, love my job-but it also comes with suddenly needing glasses and icing different body parts after what I’d consider a simple workout. But again, every birthday is a gift and this achy 31st tomorrow will not be taken any differently. Thanks for reading and getting to know a little more about my dark side.

I hope that I do use this space to open up more, be more honest about good and bad days and maybe even connect with folks out there that are feeling or dealing with the same.  This blog is meant for pretty photos and recaps of fun times so it’ll be more of that and not diary status but I’m happy to have finally opened up about a guilt-stricken difficult time that has shaped me into the nearly 31 year OLD lady I am today ;P

March 10, 2017

SMOOTHIE BOWL

My first try at an Instagram-worthy smoothie bowl ~

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2 c power greens, whole cucumber, whole avocado, ice, coconut water, mint sprigs, dash of lemon juice

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mmm, healthy fat

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I enjoyed most of the toppings, however, when I didn’t finish it and went to blend all together for a massive smoothie the pomegranate seeds got real weird. Probably wouldn’t do that again.

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Evenly blended, good consistency though didn’t want to hold some of the heavier fruit for that long. Reading other recipes, a thickening fruit or vege would work or making it colder should do the trick.

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Kiwi, more mint, chia seeds, pepitas (pumpkin), pomegranate seeds, coconut, strawberries

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Only a small race against time trying to get all this to stand afloat for a pic :P Turned out pretty and def learned some things for next time!