Owning a business has some perks — and one that people are usually jealous of is my ability to set my own hours. I love the flexibility that my schedule offers, but I’m not a morning person. When I first launched Lage Creative Company, I’d start the workday whenever I woke up, but I now force myself to get out of bed at 7:30 a.m. I’m sharing the things that help me stay productive with the help of my friends at Cascadian Farm!
“Summertime, and the livin’ is easy…” I have to be honest: Like most Floridians, I usually hate summer. Lovebugs, mosquitoes, hurricanes, torrential rain — it’s not exactly the stuff of dreams. The season’s one redeeming quality, aside from the beautiful sunsets it brings?
It’s no secret that I’m not the best at preparing dinner. I usually put it this way: “I can cook, but I’d rather spend my time doing other things.” When I have people over for dinner, I usually rely on Vagner to make food or just get it catered, because who can say no to pizza? I’m trying to step up my game now, though.
Olá! Eu gosto de batatas. (Hello! I like potatoes.) There you have it, folks! The only Portuguese I know by heart — even though I’ve known Vagner for nearly a decade. (Any Portuguese you see in this blog post is courtesy of him — bless his heart.) Thankfully, food is a universal language, and Vagner has shown me the wonders of Brazilian food in the years since we’ve started dating. I’m a very picky eater, so I was pleasantly surprised when I first ate with his family and loved everything!
Naturally, we were both thrilled when Terra Gaucha Tampa invited us to try their menu in celebration of Vagner’s birthday! It’s become a bit of a tradition for us to visit a rodizio restaurant every year, and I was thrilled to learn that we had a new option in Tampa. If you’ve never been to a Brazilian steakhouse, you’re in for a treat. Calling it an all-you-can-eat restaurant is a bit of an undersell. It is an experience.
I’ve never been good at doing things I don’t enjoy, and I wish I was kidding. If something doesn’t seem rewarding, I avoid it like the plague — which, unfortunately, is how I’ve always felt about cooking.
Thankfully, my husband is a saint, and he does pretty much all of the cooking in our home. But because we’re getting older and attempting to live life like actual adults, we’re starting to throw more parties, and I’m expected to host events where you can’t serve chips and cubed cheese to your guests. Cue panic.