Somewhere in Middle America

what’s the most romantic song?

Yesterday morning, J and I participated in a couple’s yoga workshop at Lotus House of Yoga. The instructor played a mix of romantic tracks while we pulled one another deeper into stretches, (literally) leaned on each other during balancing poses and, at the end, meditated on the melt-in-your-mouth magic of Lindor Truffles.

Her selection of Valentine’s Day-appropriate music got me thinking: What do you think is the most romantic song ever?

Off the top of my head, I’d say it’s pretty hard to top Sade’s “By Your Side.” Whenever I hear it, I melt a little bit on the inside (kind of like a Lindor Truffle). According to my husband, “If you play Sade, you’re pretty much guaranteed to get some.” Do you agree?

PS: The ladies at Lotus House of Yoga are some of the sweetest I’ve met in Omaha. If you’re looking for a yoga studio in middle America, I highly recommend checking it out.

celebrating trees in the dead of winter

Lauritzen Garden Spring Flower Show

Lauritzen Garden Spring Flower Show

Lauritzen Garden Spring Flower Show

Lauritzen Garden Spring Flower Show

Lauritzen Garden Spring Flower Show

I wouldn’t normally visit a botanical garden in the winter. Truthfully, I wouldn’t normally visit a botanical garden, period. I think they’re kind of boring.

But on Sunday, Lauritzen Gardens, Omaha’s botanical center, hosted a Tu B’Shevat event that was free to the community. Normally I wouldn’t attend a Tu B’Shevat event either, but J was asked by our synagogue to sing a couple of songs during the musical portion of the afternoon.

So there we were, celebrating the Jewish New Year for trees while Omaha was buried under at least six inches of fresh snow. I had about two hours to kill while J was rehearsing to wander through the spring flower show, an indoor garden featuring plants and flowers that blossom during the four seasons. Fifteen minutes later, after taking about thirty photos, I was done.

Do you enjoy wandering through botanical gardens or do you find them yawn-worthy like I do?

When we were finally able to leave, we drove to our friends’ house to visit them and their baby for an hour or so. We brought with us the chocolate frosted Funfetti cake we made the night before, when the snow prevented J and I from going out for dinner or dessert. Mmm… There’s something about Funfetti that rights any wrongs of the day, don’t you think?

what the hell am i doing in omaha?

Make it Happen

2010 was a rough year for me. I turned 30 with much reluctance and little celebration, not understanding how I had reached such a milestone without achieving many of the life goals on my list. I watched friends become parents, wondering when it would be my turn and worrying that our friendships would change. I applied for but did not get multiple communications positions in Omaha and several paid blogging gigs.

My self-esteem took a nose dive. By the end of this year, I had run out of steam. I stopped blogging. I didn’t know what else to say.

So I started thinking, and I found myself wondering: What the hell am I doing in Omaha?

I’m in Omaha because my husband’s job requires us to be. He is the reason we are here, and I am here because I’m married to him. But, truthfully, that’s not good enough for me. What’s my reason?

Lately I’ve been thinking that the purpose of my sojourn in middle America is to try to figure out the answers to the big questions: What do I want to do with my life? Who do I want to be when I grow up? What type of wife/daughter/friend/woman do I want to be?

There is no better time than the end of the year to be reflective. It’s almost mandatory. And after the crappy year I’ve had, I believe that things can only get better. I’ve decided that 2011 will be the year that change happens for me. I will make change happen. I will do things that help me grow as a person. I will explore new areas of interest. I will align myself with positive and supportive people. I will get closer to answering those big questions.

(And, yes, I will begin blogging regularly again.)

Happy New Year!

(illustration by moonandlion)

city of steak

corn on the cob

“You must eat a lot of steak and corn.”

That’s what I hear when I tell fellow East Coasters that I’m living in Omaha. I suppose that’s because the brand Omaha Steaks is now a household name, and the University of Nebraska’s football team, the Cornhuskers, has the word “corn” in its name.

Truthfully, my diet hasn’t changed much now that I live in the Midwest. I very rarely ate corn before and I don’t often eat it now, although I have enjoyed fresh corn on the cob at various food festivals and from the local farmer’s markets (see above photo).

I’ve always liked red meat but don’t eat it too frequently either. I’d like to say it’s for health reasons, but the truth is that good cuts of meat can be costly and I don’t know how to prepare them at home.

But when I’m in the mood for steak, there are no shortages of good restaurants in Omaha serving it. My favorite is The Drover. It’s where I take all of my out of town guests, and where J and I will go if we’re craving some read meat. Their Whiskey filet makes my mouth water just thinking about it, and this summer, when my 80-year-old grandmother was in town, she called it one of the best steaks she’s ever eaten.

Food Wars Omaha

Which is why I was surprised to read in Travel + Leisure that fashion designer Thakoon Panichgul goes to the French Cafe for steak. J and I enjoyed brunch at the French Cafe a couple of times when he lived downtown prior to my move but we’ve never had a steak dinner there.

I was also surprised to hear that the Travel Channel’s Food Wars was coming to Omaha to check out two Italian steakhouses I have never patronized, Caniglia’s Venice Inn and Piccolo Pete’s. Apparently there has been a decades-old family rivalry between the two; the owners of Caniglia’s and Pete’s are cousins. SPOILER ALERT: Warren Buffet, whose favorite steakhouse is actually Gorat’s, may have gone on air to support Piccolo Pete’s, but Caniglia’s won the food war.

For all the Omahans out there, where’s your favorite place for steak?

And just to clarify… It is my understanding as a transplant that just because restaurants in Omaha serve steak, they aren’t necessarily serving “Omaha steaks.” As I mentioned above, Omaha Steaks is a brand. However, restaurants may be serving beef that was raised locally in Omaha, in other parts of Nebraska or in Iowa. Or not. I usually don’t ask where my meat comes from, although maybe I should start.

PS – Did you watch “Food Wars” last night? Everybody, including the Caniglia brothers, pronounce “Caniglia” like Ca-nig-lee-a, but the super annoying host kept calling them Ca-nee-lee-a. And talking with her mouth full.

(image 1: circa 2007, image 2)

50% off shellac manicure

Purple Manicure

Readers, I received a lovely email from Rebecca at Living Social letting me know about today’s amazing deal – 50% off a Shellac manicure at Kathryn’s Nails. Rebecca discovered Shellac after reading about it right here on Somewhere in Middle America! I’m honored that my blog influenced her to suggest the long-lasting manicure as a Living Social “destination.”

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