tender: sea scallops & fruited couscous

I totally used to overuse the word "tender" as an emotional adjective.

"Awwwww, tenderrrrr..." came out of my sarcastic mouth a lot, and I'm confident I annoyed a few people who didn't agree that dogs and kittens cuddling together was tender.

So it makes sense that today at Alaska (my internship, not the state) I was handed this cook book to review...

First of all, I'm obsessed with the book. Local, seasonal, and simple, with gorgeous food styling and photography inside, hardbound and boasting of over 100 recipes. I promise I'm not being paid to promote this, but it's seriously great, espesh if you live in the Pacific Northwest.

Did I get to take it home? No. But I definitely wrote down a recipe for scallops that sounded divine. And divine is not a word I have ever used to describe seafood before. I'm growing up, guys! Also of note, I regularly interchange the words shallots and scallops. Look 'em up—they're fairly different.

Korinne came over and helped me eat them. Aren't they beeeeautiful?

Sea Scallops with Fruited Couscous

In other news, I am confident that I was the only person not at the Mumford and Sons concert at the Santa Barbara Bowl last night...I kid you not, 90% of status updates and tweets were pertaining to Marcus Mumford in some way. Apparently Westmont sponsored the event.

employment part 3: Alaska Airlines...

...magazine!

Ha. Gotcha.

No, I have not become a flight attendant.

Although my mother did ask me if I get free flights now.

Answer: No.

Wanna know something else I won't be getting?

A paycheck.

p/t nanny + p/t coffee shop barista + UNpaid internship = I'm 25, single and just moved to Seattle

 I'm super excited about this though.

I am a Spring Editorial Intern for Alaska Airlines magazine 

(Horizon Air is included in there as well).

Today was my first day, and besides the fact that I paid a total of $16 for street parking (which was clearly more than I earned today)...

I absolutely loved it. 

Fact-checking & proof-reading?
Two of my first loves.

Funny how I'm not getting paid to do something I'm good at, but getting paid to do something I'm not that good at (aka making coffee and getting along w/ a 5-year-old).

Thus is life.

Does everyone go through weird career moments like this at some point? 

In other news, I called my mom on my drive home...
Mom: "Oh hi honey! I'll have to call you back. My phone's dying and I'm at Chumash with Grandma."
Yes, as in the casino.