My Virtural Lunch with Jenna
This tweet is nothing but a stream of consciousness, with food and sports added for extra appeal – but enjoy!
I was leaving the gym (and no, I am not being a New Year’s Resolutionist, I have been at this since at least December!) and checking in with my twitterverse (Bob was driving, it was safe). Today being do or die day in football, I was overcome by the urge to reach out to my friend Jenna Borum and find out how she was spending these precious pre-game hours. Really, I was looking to tell her that the Eagles were quite obviously possibly maybe going to beat the Cowboys in this evenings playoff game.
Jenna is one of those gems that, if you are lucky, you find along the way. She is a twitter friend (and despite the fact that she blew me off last time, she promises a Maryland trip is in the works and that I am on her agenda; thus she will become and IRL friend with all the the benefits, just ask Jennifer Perillo about that) who is always one of the bright spots of my day. Jenna is clearly a better person than I am. First she is younger than me – I know this not because I have ever checked but because her name is Jenna not Jennifer. I am old and grew up with Jennifers and Julies – there was no such thing as a Jenna. Now Jenna Borum and Jenna McCarthymake up my blond and brilliant category – I dig that, we all keep evolving. Jenna is also a dedicated mother who home schools, sets trends (really she is pretty good) and blogs about real food (my passion too), motivating others on her blog and through her well composed tweets. I am telling you – Jenna rocks.
So, today – while razzing her (oy, another word that makes me sound like an antique) I was thinking how the Eagles should just eat the Cowboys for lunch. And then I started thinking about lunch. Like Homer Simpson, there were cartoon pictures of food floating above my head – really! Following, Jenna asked me if I was hosting this PMs food orgy (which I am not, that is up to the Sidmans) and I told her I prefer to host the summer Loco Locavore dinner. That immediately led me to thinking how much I missed juicy, ripe, fresh-from the farmer summer local foods, and set me off to find a way to bring some summer into our cold, wintry day. And so now, thanks to Ms. Jenna Borum – my homage to summer’s sun-kissed days served in cashmere and boots:
Humus, Black Olives and Tabouleh served on a bed of Chopped Vegetables with Oven Roasted Grape Tomatoes and Fresh Basil – aka: lunch inspired by Jenna!
Jenna Borum Inspired Summer Salad in January
January 9th, 2010 at 3:14 pm
i loved the notion of ignoring the season and moving two ahead. with the weather this bad, summer salad in January makes perfect sense.
Kuddos for a bold, brave idea for a winter saturday meal.
wish i was there in grey cashmere and combat boots!
melanie
January 9th, 2010 at 6:37 pm
My mind is whirling with all I want to say… so I will try to say it succinctly and with loads of passion… I love you, Julia S. Bagain (now and forevermore known as Julia S. Beck!) You completely made my day, no waaaaayyyyy more than that, you made me realize the importance of relationships we cultivate on Twitter. There are some people you just “hit it out of the park” with and for me, my friend, that is you! From the moment I tweeted “Can I wear denim and denim?” and you came to my fashion rescue, I have grown to love and appreciate the remarkable woman you are. Thank you for having me for lunch today – your composed salad looks delish – I can’t wait until we lunch in IRL. LYLAS! xoxo Jenna
Clarification notes: Without giving my age away, hahaha, I would beg to differ we are the same age… or I may even be older. I was named Jennifer Anne and my parents were hip enough to call me Jenna from birth. (I told you that the trends start with me) More of the story in case you want to know: My mom had a cousin who named her daughter, Ginna and my mom liked that name. My dad wanted Jennifer. I am Anne after my maternal grandmother who died the day after I was born. So, my parents compromised with Jenna. I went by both, until I finally embraced my inner Jenna, probably age 18. Also, yes, sadly I missed an IRL connection with Julia while vacationing out East this past summer. I will never forgive myself… but look forward to meeting her this May.