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Friends, I’m really sorry but…

I will no longer be posting on this blog you’ve come to know for the past year and a half. Although I’ve loved my time here, I think it’s time for change.

I think it’s time you follow me to…

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MUCH LOVE,

Kailey

Yes, I’m a television and dance ho. I embrace it.

This morning, after waking up crying (do you ever have dreams that lead you there? It’s the most bizarre thing), made some coffee and broke into a blogger obsession: millet bread.

A milli, a milli, a milli, a millionaire, I’m a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair my criteria compared to your career, this isn’t fair:

Piece of milli with Earth Balance; cherry toms; egg-white omelet with Laughing Cow and ketchup.

Ketchup, I'll never get over you.

Here’s the DL on millet (not about the nutritionals, though– I don’t care to post about that): the pieces are teeny, but they are dense and taste like cornbread. If I can get away with fruit-sweetened health bread that tastes like cornbread, then Imma do it. I found it for $4.99, which is the cheapest I’ve seen in months. Yes, I’ve kept my eye on it.

I let breakfast digest and settle before heading to the gym. Did ma thang on the elliptical (about 6.5 miles) and then worked on arms for 20 minutes. The soreness is already creeping into my shoulders and triceps. Money. Oh! I also did 50 squats– hold for 10 seconds at the end of each set of ten– for bootay maintenance.

After that, I rolled home, showered, dressed and made lunch. I needed more millet:

Millet with Earth Balance, ball salad and agua.

And by ball salad, I mean a Trader Joe’s meatless meatball-topped insalata. I cannot help my one and only faux-meat loving:

Romaine, balls, pickles and Annie's Goddess dressing. Yum in my mouth. Whoah, dirtier than I intended.

Here’s a better idea of the milli size:

That is my camera case. My camera is not large at all.

Of course my camera case is pink.

Anyway, lunch was tremendous. As was my afternoon snack of an apple and another piece of millet. Sometimes I’m annoyed when I like already-popular foods so much. It’s not even trendy anymore, it’s passé. Although, do food trends have a longer shelf life than fashion trends? (I’m so punny! Ha!)

The late afternoon hours were spent lounging on my bed and texting people and taking photographs of myself (not that kind):

Some days are super casual.

Where Brooklyn at? Uh, New York?

Almost forgot I had these shoes! This is why I don't throw clothes and shoes away.

You know the episode of Sex and the City in which Aiden tries to have Carrie edit her wardrobe, but she refuses, knowing that someday she’ll wear all the items in there (was that shredded top Gucci, Cavalli? I can’t remember)? That is me. The skirt you saw yesterday? Hadn’t been worn in years. These shoes? The exact same deal. This is why I’m still unpacking from school.

The rest of Wednesday was spent with Nannykins and MamaJ. We shopped and then dined out. I had soup and salad, AKA not that fascinating, so here is last night’s incredible dinner:

Salad, frittata and bread.

Potato-filled frittata = delish.

While the ladies enjoyed eggs, the men folk enjoyed some red meat.

MattyRich would like to introduce you to his innovation, broschetta:

Let me explain...

Instead of a classic bruschetta, which is crostini topped with a tomato-basil compote, my Brotorious B.I.G. created broschetta: bread topped with yellow rice topped with carne asada. In case you needed a new recipe…

And on that meaty note, I think I need to sign off and grab a slice of milli for a late-night snack.

Ciao for now,

Kailey

QUESTIONS: Which expensive food trend have you given into? Was/is it worth it? AND Do you hoard all your clothes for years and years or do you let them go?

This fine Tuesday brought to me my summer faves. First off, I rolled out of bed after getting 10 hours of sleep. How can that not be a favorite? Then, I trotted downstairs to my all-time favorite food:

Cereal! Surrial. Potato/patato. Kashi Honey Sunshine with banana and almond milk.

I chilled, caught up on blogs, sipped a cup of black coffee and eventually got ready for the gym. My limit with coffee is sad right now. One cup? I’m ashamed.

The gym was faaaab. Mostly thanks to the happiest day of the month: Magazine Day! You know, that one magical day when two of your favorite magazines arrive:

Glamour and VegNews!

Please take a moment to appreciate the 10th Anniversary Issue of VegNews and its superb cover:

Pink and orange and gorgeous all over, thanks to veg artist Peter Max.

August Glamour kept me company on the elliptical for an hour-ish. When it’s love, there ain’t no stoppin’.

I followed that up with about a half-hour of abs. My six-pack is under there somewhere.

Reading Glamour ignited the fashionista within, and allowed me to foray into another favorite:

Playing with my tired wardrobe.

I mixed my favorite Forever21 button-down with a Bisou-Bisou skirt that I’ve had since 10th grade, and tied it all together with one of MattyRich’s old belts and my Target sandals. This is me trying to be fierce:

But Peanut had plans of her own.

Fashion with a dog peeing in the background— you can only find it here!

Mixing patterns is something semi-new to me, but with subtle, soft patterns, I think it’s doable:

Textures.

And if the look is a total flop, there are always shades to hide behind:

You can't see past my shades, past my shades, past my shades.

Oh, HAYYY, freckles and moles.

Another bossy aspect of summer and free days is being able to take late-afternoon trips to Target. And who’s not a fan of Target, ya know? I needed a bathing suit that will stay put for my upcoming weekend adventures. (Patience, little sistah, on the details.) Of course they had something perfect in store!

Although, Target, could you please get some more flattering lighting in your dressing rooms? I like to pretend cellulite doesn’t exist. K? Great, thanks.

Some light shopping needed some light fuel, as my lunch had already worn off:

Bagel thin with cream cheese, apple and bell pepper.

The Clif folks came to my hunger’s rescue, as they normally do. They’re so good at it:

Clif Mojo Peanut Butter Pretzel delicacy.

Dinner was, you guessed it, another of my favorites. A salad of monster proportions:

Wait for the money shot. You have no idea how big this is yet. (That is SO what she said. Or he said.)

Perhaps this Boca-feta-cucumber-pickle-topped salad could have served four. Not for this SnackFace.

Technically, I ate this for dinner Monday night. I felt it Tuesday morning. (YesI’mgross.)

Oh, my friends, can you tell that I finally have my blogging desire back? The zest and spice have returned! I didn’t want to say anything earlier, but I was lacking motivation. I can’t tell you how very thankful I am that my number one favorite thing, my love of blogging and communicating with thousands each day, has returned. Thank YOU for sticking with me!

Ciao for now,

Kailey

QUESTIONS: What are your favorite things about summer? Favorite foods of summer? AND What’s your summer-wardrobe staple?

1. I don’t post.
2. I cave and write one anyway, despite the fear of readers’ yawns.

My holiday weekend kicked off Saturday morning with a drive to Athens. It feels funny saying “holiday weekend” because every day since graduation has felt like vacation.

To keep my tum and mind busy, I grabbed these snacks for the road:

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Larabar with a Diet DP.

The Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Larabar boggles my mind. I have no idea how they get dates, nuts and chocolate chips to taste like scrumptious cookie dough, but they do.

Two and a half hours later, I was in the company of the ever-studly:

Dirty Martini. This is what he looks like when he's not pleased with my taking photographs of him.

The first order of business was to grab a late lunch with DM’s friend Seth. (Seth, I don’t have a nickname for you yet!) We dined at a favorite of mine, Casa Nueva:

Chips, salsas and guac. Seth's quesadilla in the background.

Open-faced pita sandwich with corn, olives, peppers, tomatoes and cheese.

Once satiated, we went back to DM’s house to catch up and soak in some sun. That is such a lie. We were sitting on the back deck with the awning out. Soaking in the sun just sounded better.

DM had to work that night, so Seth and I kept him company:

Kailey in a Manwich.

Men folk.

I like the bartenderrrr.

‘Twas a lovely night that ended with three pieces of pizza in ma belly. Slept like a babe.

Sunday was filled with pure relaxation. Read: napping all afternoon. I wish I were kidding. In the evening, DM and I decided a cookout would be best.

The man can grill:

Wieners. Morningstar Farms Italian sausage, actually. So delish.

Grilled corn and onion.

Grilled peppers.

While he grilled, I baked a cake, ate appetizers of Triscuits and shrimp and assembled salads:

Romaine, banana peppers, feta and Italian dressing.

All together:

Feast.

My plate. I was full when I started to eat this. It happens.

Our yellow cake with chocolate icing made for both an excellent late-night snack and a fab amuse bouche  to Monday’s brunch:

Hodgson Mill multi-grain buttermilk pancakes and eggs.

Get in my mouth.

I cannot have eggs without ketchup. Call me American, I don't mind.

I feel a bit spoiled, to be honest. I just spent the past week with my best friend in an amazing city. Then, upon returning to Cincy, I got to spend time with my family. And this past glorious holiday weekend, I ate ridiculously well with ridiculously good-looking, super sweet, frickin’ adorable company (see second picture in this post). Am I gushing?

Oops.

All I’m saying is that I am extremely thankful. Thankful to have the most incredible people in my life, thankful to be able to eat deliciously, thankful to be happy and thankful that I can share the love with y’all. Because I’m suddenly Southern. But seriously, I am thankful.

May every day be a holiday. (Is that part of a Christmas tune?)

Ciao for now,

Kailey

QUESTIONS: What is the most delicious thing you ate this weekend? AND What are you going to celebrate this week and how are you going to celebrate? I believe holidays bring out the fun (and thankfulness) in people, and I’d like to think we can do that on a regular basis. I know, daily may be pushing it.
Most delicious thing I ate: DM’s grilled veggies and sausage. I mean, the food that DM grilled for us. This week, I am going to celebrate the people in my life by spending time with them. Simple as that. And I’m already excited for next weekend, which is going to be amaze. Can’t wait!

Anyweezy, I spent most of my day eating in circles:

Corn bran with banana, almond milk and cinnamon.

I awoke this morning at 10,trotted downstairs, made coffee, chatted with Nannykins and resorted to my favorite summertime breakfast for, uh, breakfast. Redundancy? Yes, please.

Simple and lovely.

After breakfast, I made my g-ma watch Drake: Better Than Good Enough and the first episode of Real World: New Orleans with me. It was enlightening for both of us.

By noon I was in the gym doin’ ma thang. I spent 65 minutes on the elliptical with the July Glamour. I didn’t even notice the time pass by! I followed that with arm, ab and a$$ units. Classic ol’ AAA. Felt so good. My exercise routine was almost non-existent in June, and I’m really hoping to kick it up a few notches this month.

I drove home, showered and almost passed out before I was able to eat. Apparently, cereal does not have the longevity I thought it had. Fixed the sitch with a circular lunch:

Super circular.

I love, love, love the everything bagel thins:

Bagel thin topped with whipped cream cheese, huge Fuji and cucumber spears.

This was accompanied by a favorite chemical potion:

Diet DP.

One teeny aspect of being home that is fabulous is that MamaJ will buy boxes of nasty soda for me. Thank you for supporting my bad habit, Mumsy. (Is it really all that bad, though? Nah.)

Once satiated, I got my face to look presentable and headed to the mall. I packed the most exquisite afternoon snack:

Peanut butter chocolate chip Larabar. Does one need much else in her foodie life?

I am so proud of my local Kroghetto for carrying the new Lara’s that I skipped throughout the store when I found them yesterday.

I ate one-third while driving, one-third while walking into the mall (where I bought some Proactiv, a tank, a pair of pajama shorts and a lil’ striped dress) and one-third while driving back to mi casa. Pleasure for hours.

Packed with chocolate chips, the new bars do have some added sugar. But honestly, I don’t care about that. It is delicious. That is what matters here on SnackFace.

Speaking of delicious, dinner was delectable (alliteration, what up?):

Potatoes, tomato slices, corn on the cob and leftover vegetables provençal.

MamaJ makes to-live-for potatoes. She chops them into cubes, throws them on an aluminum-covered baking sheet, douses them in EVOO and spices and roasts them at a high heat until they look like this:

Best part of the meal. Multiply by three.

I also had a whole-wheat hamburger bun with Earth Balance with this! Let’s call it dessert.

Dang! I almost ate all-vegan today! If it weren’t for that cream cheese… Oh well. I consider myself to be on a high-vegan diet. Much like a high-raw diet, which allows for some cooked foods, my high-vegan diet allows for dashes of dairy.

And here I am, talking in circles around something I should write about: my New York trip. A lot happened. Interviews went well. Epiphanies were epiphanized. But mostly, things are up in the air.

So for now, I will talk–and eat– in circles.

I’m heading to Athens Saturday morning to visit my man! I’m extremely excited to see him! I wish you all the happiest of weekends and Fourths!

Ciao for now,

Kailey

I can’t even recall all the details of the pictures that are about to be thrown at you. I hope you enjoy this smorgasbord of food, meet-ups and life:

Simple apple and peanut butter by the window.

One Lucky Duck S+M salad.

Raw mallomar. Ridiculous.

Eating with my eyes first.

As delicious as this meal was, nothing can compare to the deliciousness of seeing the ever-so-dimey Adam Levine. Boyfriend strolled into Pure Food and Wine as Gabriela, Ilana and I were finishing our meals. One part of me wanted to stare. Another part of me wanted to be respectful and mind my own business. But a larger part of me wanted to walk over, introduce myself and tell him how much I respect his music. I went with option B because I still need to grow a pair.

It was OK, though. I had these delightful young women to distract me from my lost opportunity (the only one of the trip, I’d say):

How frickin' adorable are they?

Blondeness.

Blogness.

I clearly NYSeized the opportunity to meet with as many bloggers as I could make work. Gabriela and Ilana make me want to move to the city, eat vegan food, spot dimepieces, play “Is This a Shirt or a Dress?” at Forever21 and never have to work. How can I make this a reality and still make money…?

Anyway, our blog love led us to our subway photo spree. My notes about the subway whilst I was there:

-Some people have B.O. that smells like Doritos.

-Any mariachi band that performs on the subway sings in a way that is angry. It’s almost as though they’re yelling in frustration. Note how your fellow riders try to pretend it’s not happening.

-At 6pm, your lady lumps may be pressed against a complete stranger’s body, as the subways are beyond packed. Nay, they will be pressed up against a stranger and you won’t like it. Unless it’s Adam Levine. (Have I gone too far?)

-You may be fortunate enough to land an actual seat on the ride. And then you may wonder whether the seats are ever sanitized. You decide they probably aren’t, and then you tell yourself it’s good for your immune system.

I truly feel as though I could write a series of short stories solely about subway-ride observations.

I enjoyed a sub of another sort, too:

Vegan falafel sando on crunchy wheat.

Sometimes, after a long day of getting lost in the city in shoes that have given you hellacious blisters, all you want is a good sandwich. Or veggie burger with fries and a brew:

Done dealin'.

On my last full day in the city, I kicked it off with the first person I ever met in New York: Danielle:

Thanksgiving 2009!

On a cool, breezy, sunny Wednesday morning, I met Danielle at Cafe du Soleil. Seeing that breakfast is our favorite meal, this was the way to go out with a bang:

Danielle's spinach-and-goat-cheese omelet with greens.

We split everything, and here was my half:

Amazing and garlicky.

But the true piece de resistance was:

Brioche French toast.

Imagine: perfectly caramelized, crunchy crust; inside so melty you’d think it was custard; perfect balance of vanilla, egg and maple syrup; and the gentle touch of powdered sugar. Danielle and I could not even speak when we were savoring a bite of that delicacy.

And that, my friends, is what I’ll leave you with today. See you soon!

Ciao for now,

Kailey