Foodie Paradise: Reading Terminal Market

First, thank you all for your supportive messages on yesterday’s post.  It’s a bummer that so many of y’all have also had frustrating moving experiences, but it’s encouraging to read about how you’ve made the best of the situation.  I’m really looking forward to painting this weekend – a few friends have offered to help so it’ll be one big painting party :)

We spent last night at my momma’s house again, but brought Charlie home with us this morning.  He’s very curious and seems a little nervous, but he is thoroughly enjoying sliding around the hardwood floors/stairs.

Last week I recapped our trip to Philly, but I left out the {delicious} pictures from Reading Terminal Market.  Reading Terminal Market is an enclosed public market on the bottom level of the Philadelphia Convention Center in Downtown Philly.

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The market is open daily and there are about 100 merchants that sell baked goods {the donuts are to.die.for}, unique cheeses, farm fresh produce, local meats and seafood, ethnic and specialty groceries, overstuffed hoagies and various platters, homemade ice cream, fresh flowers, kitchen ware, and an assortment of knickknacks.

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P.S.  Do yourself a favor, don’t skip the Pennsylvania Dutch merchants – all of their products look, smell, and taste amazing!  But FYI, apparently they’re not at the market Sunday through Tuesday so double check before you go.

Question:  Have you visited Reading Terminal Market?  Who’s your favorite merchant?

Question:  What’s your favorite donut flavor?  Is it donut or doughnut?  My favorites are classic vanilla frosted with sprinkles, cinnamon cake, and jelly filled with a little powdered sugar on top.  And I use donut and doughnut interchangeably.

— Allison

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“It looks like a toddler…”

I started writing this post this morning during the hour that I was sitting at Starbucks.  Maybe it was due to the fact that I hadn’t eaten anything since 9PM last night because I had to fast for a glucose test.  Or maybe it was because I was waiting for the AC tech because our AC broke the day we moved in…  Regardless, my fingers couldn’t stop pounding the keys.  P.S. Oprah always is full of wisdom and it oftentimes comes when it’s needed the most.

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I was taking my anger, disappointment, and frustration out on my keyboard.

But after I woke up from a nap I deleted that post.

The post started with me talking about how Ryan’s been traveling the past three weeks for work and I’m six months pregnant so we spent Friday frantically packing.  I then went on to talk about how the contractor that our landlord hired didn’t complete anything during the two weeks between our walk-through and our move in date.  Nor did he “know” that we were moving in the same day he finally decided to paint.  And I don’t even want to talk about the paint job…  As one of our friends said “It looks like a toddler painted this house.”

It does.  There’s not a single straight line of paint throughout the entire interior of the house.

But in time, it’s gonna be beautiful.

Over the weekend I was so caught up in all of the things that were going wrong.  The house was sloppily painted.  Friends who said they could help us move cancelled at the last minute.  The AC broke.  Outlets and light switches were missing covers.  We found water damage in the master bathroom.  Parts of the outside wood paneling are rotting.  And the list goes on.

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Despite Ryan reassuring me that everything would work itself out as it always does, I broke down.

I felt angry, frustrated, disappointed.  How did we not see these problems before?

After spending hours in the house by myself this morning, blaring Zac Brown Band, and cleaning from top to bottom, I’m starting to see the potential.  I broke through the negative thoughts and began thinking about the positives in my life.  How lucky I am to be married to such a strong man – someone who can see the good despite the bad and didn’t complain once the whole weekend.  How appreciative I am of our friends who spent their Saturday doing manual labor for us.  And how thankful I am for my momma who housed Ryan and I over the weekend.

I have a roof over my head.  I have a wonderful family.  We have generous friends.  And I’m pregnant with our miracle baby.

Life is good.  I can’t waste my time worrying about the bad and need to focus on the good. 

I need to focus on the possibilities and turn them into realities.  I can envision myself cooking meals in the kitchen.  Ryan and I eating dinner in the dining room.  Playing games with family and friends in the living room.  Going for walks throughout the neighborhood.  Hosting cookouts on the back patio.  And in just three short months, bringing Baby Szed home.

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With a lot of hard work, this place has the possibility of being great.

There’s so much potential.

Thankfully, our landlord agreed to reimburse us for any work that we do on the house.  He’s taking care of the water damage and the outside of the house, while we’re planning to patch and {re}paint.  We’re going to start this weekend and actually are looking forward to it.  There’s something so satisfying about DIY projects and I know that whatever we do will look better than our current toddler painted townhouse.

Question:  What helps you to see the good in bad situations?

Question:  Have you ever painted a room?  Share any tips/tricks!  My dad and I painted my bedroom when my parents split in high school.  Three walls were electric blue and the wall behind my bed was bright yellow.  I never would choose that color combo again, but the experience of painting it myself was fun!

— Allison

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Bumpdate: 27 Weeks

It’s a few days late, but I didn’t wanna post my bumpdate without a picture and since Ryan was traveling through Thursday night and we packed all day Friday, yesterday was my first opportunity…  Amidst all of the moving day chaos.

To be totally honest, I’m feeling frustrated and overwhelmed, but I’m trying to focus on the positive.  There are many great things happening in my life.  There are many great people in my life.  Ryan keeps reassuring me that everything will work itself out, it always does.  But more on that tomorrow because today it’s all about Baby Szed and her progress :)

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Due Date:  Thursday, November 13th

Gender:  Girl!

Name:  Chosen, but we’re keeping it a secret until she arrives.

Size:  Rutabaga {13.6 – 14.8 in}

Symptoms:  I did something to my left heel while I was walking around Philly {my chiropractor thinks I either badly bruised the bone or aggravated my Achilles tendon}, so I stayed off of my feet as much as possible for most of the beginning of the week.

Acne has come back and it’s super frustrating.  I struggled with acne during my early teen years because I played sports daily and wasn’t the most diligent about washing my face, but I’m almost 25-years-old.  Give me a break.  From everything that I’ve read, many women experience hair, nail, and skin changes during pregnancy due to the increase in hormones and things go back to how they were before baby once he/she is born.  I hope they’re right.  On the flip side: my nails have been growing ridiculously fast and are the strongest they’ve ever been.

Movement:  I tried to record videos to send to Ryan while he was traveling, but every time I’d start recording Baby Szed would stop kicking.  So bashful!  She’s still moving the most at night, especially after dinner and immediately when I lay down in bed.  Supposedly right around now is when I could start feeling her hiccups.  I’m not sure that I know the difference between what hiccups and kicking/punching feels like, but maybe she hasn’t had hiccups yet?

Weight Gain:  We don’t own a scale so I’m not sure what I currently weigh.  We’ll get an update at our appointment on Thursday.

Cravings:  I think the cravings have started.  Before, certain foods sounded better than others, but I didn’t need it right then and there.  Now, if something pops into my mind I want it ASAP.  Breakfast sandwiches are still my favorite for breakfast, specifically fluffy English muffins with eggs and turkey bacon.  I ate Fish Stick Tacos with Creamy Cocktail Slaw for lunch three days this past week so evidently Baby Szed likes {breaded} fish.  And the other night I had my first sweets craving…  For a chewy, freshly baked sugar cookie topped with M&Ms.  We ate a late dinner at Panera last night and I was hoping that they’d have one, but their bakery was wiped out.

Aversions:  Raw veggies aren’t very appealing again, except for fresh tomatoes with salt.  Roasted veggies are okay.  Peanut and almond butter are iffy again, too.  They sound good in the morning, but a few hours later the thought of something so thick makes my stomach wonky.  And I’m not sure if it’s an aversion or just a change in preference, but I used to be a big gum chewer but I’ve traded gum for wintergreen mints.

Fitness:  I’m still able to workout and it still feels good.  I stuck with mostly cardio again this week – bike, elliptical, treadmill – but did a few upper body weights on two days.  Once school starts, I have a feeling that it’ll be harder to fit in workouts because I’m enjoying sleeping in a little later than usual {6:30AM} and I’m typically exhausted at the end of the day.

Sleep:  I don’t have any pain, but it’s hard to get comfortable.  I’ve always tossed and turned throughout the night, but I’m doing it more than ever.  Probably because I used to sleep a lot on my stomach and now that’s not possible.  I know that I should just take the plunge and purchase a body pillow, but I saw them on sale a while ago and I’m stubbornly holding out in hopes that they’re on sale again soon.

Read past bumpdates…

Bumpdate: 24 Weeks

Bumpdate: 25 Weeks

Bumpdate: 26 Weeks

Question:  What are your favorite breakfast sandwich ingredients?  Cheese?  Bacon or sausage?  English muffin or toast?

Question:  When was the last time you moved?

— Allison

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