Rebecca

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I'm Rebecca--a 26-year-old, vegetarian foodie living, eating and blogging just outside Washington, DC. I live by the garlic-makes-everything-better philosophy.

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Merry and Bright: Christmas 2013

Happy day after Christmas, friends!

I hope you’ve had a very merry week so far, regardless of whether or not you celebrate Christmas!

It’s 2:24 as I start this post, and I’m happy to tell you that I’m sitting in pajamas on the living room couch in the house I grew up in.

I have a sleepy dog next to me.

henry sleepy rosey rebecca

And I have no plans to move anywhere for the afternoon—except maybe to get a cup of tea and a piece of chocolate.

Teavana tumbler and Trader Joe's dark chocolate rosey rebecca

Life is good.

While we’re on the topic of life, let me also tell you that since it moved so quickly over the past day or two, most of my photos are blurry.

I blame this on my impatient desire to inhale every dish on the table on Christmas eve.

Christmas Eve Dinner- Vegetarian- Rosey Rebecca

Lentil Loaf with vegetarian mushroom gravy- Rosey RebeccaDiana’s Lentil Farro “Meatloaf” with a Vegetarian Mushroom Gravy*

Lentil Mushroom Walnut Balls with cranberry sauce- Rosey RebeccaAngela’s Lentil Mushroom Walnut Balls with Cranberry Pear Sauce

And the fact that my niece and nephew were just too excited for Santa to come to sit still for a picture.

Eloise- Rosey Rebecca

Nicholas- Rosey Rebecca

Blur or not, I’m happy for the memories!

Christmas morning- rosey rebecca

I hope you had a wonderful holiday with your family as well!

*Quick Vegetarian Mushroom Gravy: 1 TBSP olive oil, 1 package cremini mushrooms (chopped), 2 TBSP butter, 2 TBSP flour, 3/4 cup low sodium vegetable broth, salt & pepper to taste. Sauté mushrooms in oil over medium heat until tender and most of the water evaporates, lower heat & melt butter in pan with mushrooms, slowly sprinkle in flour, mixing constantly to combine, trickle in vegetable broth a little at a time until absorbed, add salt & pepper to taste. Voila! Easy, delicious mushroom gravy!

P.S. I’m the only vegetarian in my family and the mushroom gravy and lentil mushroom walnut balls were the stars of the evening! My meat-loving brothers enjoyed every bite!

A Bittersweet Goodbye {a tribute to my 97 toyota tercel}

I was on the way to yoga on Thursday night when my car decided she was just too old.

(Yes, my car is definitely a she. Go ahead, ask her.)

As we—my car, Jessica and me—forged down the street, my 97 Toyota Tercel jerked, shook and begged for help in the form of a flashing check engine light.

We were almost to the studio and as we pulled into the parking lot, I was sure she wasn’t going to make it back home.

Needless to say, it was kind of hard to get into the “yoga zone” when I knew my car might not start after the class ended.

Between each deep breath, a new worry popped into my head.

Breathe In.

What if it doesn’t start?

Breathe Out.

What if we break down in the middle of the road…again?

Breathe In.

I was SO excited for leftover Turkish food after class!

Hold Breath.

Yes, that last one is for real. Priorities, people.

By the end of the class, even though yoga helped me feel a little calmer about the situation, I was still anxious to get outside and get home.

Miraculously, we made it. But I’m pretty sure that’s it for my car.

I’ve had her since I was 20. She was my first real car. Deep green, with two doors, hand-crank windows and lock-it-yourself locks, she’s been trouble from the start.

I bought her used off the side of the road smack-dab in the middle of a New York winter. When my mom told me to make sure the air conditioner worked, I flipped the switch and enthusiastically said Yes! There’s cold air coming out!

Duh.

(In case you’re wondering, the air conditioner has never worked.)

The battery died the first weekend I had her. I discovered the oil leak not long after that. The windshield wiper fluid has never come out…ever. So I’ve resorted to pouring the fluid over the windshield myself and hoping for the best.

I really can’t complain. I didn’t pay much for her in 2008. (We won’t talk about the fact that I’ve more than made up for that fact since.)

Still, up until now, she’s stayed loyal. She’s carried me to countless places: to Albany when I first moved out of my parents’ house, back home during school breaks, back home when I moved back in, to DC when I moved out again. To yoga, to restaurants, to friends’ houses, to the middle of nowhere. To everywhere.

It is with a heavy heart that I’m finally saying goodbye to my sweet, old car. We’ve had a good run (no pun intended).

car

She’s taken me many places (again, no pun intended). And I’m just a tiny bit embarrassed to be tearing up as I write this.

Goodbye, Tercel. You were my first love car and you’ll be greatly missed.

Tell me about your first car and how you parted with her (or him).

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