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Monday, July 9th, 2012

So today I accidentally peeled off a toenail with a chair leg while moving furniture. It was fun!

Except that it wasn’t. I did take a picture, but I’m not going to show you. Promise.

So yesterday after I posted I did in fact rearrange the living room.


What I didn’t do was take a ‘before’ picture. Let’s see – the couch that’s on the left used to have it’s back to the window box thing, the kitchen table (that I’m standing next to while I take the picture) used to be on the right… I don’t know. It’s different. I like it. We’ll have to see what Crockett thinks when he gets home. Cloey kept giving me the side eye, but once I’d put her bed in a place she deemed acceptable she settled down.


I was tired and hungry, so I ate more chickpea tuna salad straight out of the fridge and went to bed.


So you know Toothpaste for Dinner? No? You should. Write that down. Anyway, Drew, who draws the comic, also has this Tumblr called The Worst Things for Sale, and a couple of weeks ago he mentioned this dehydrated defatted peanut powder called PB2 that you mix with water to make lower calorie peanut butter. It was on a blog specifically listing stupid things – and I bought it anyway. I actually had peanut smoothies in mind, but I’ve discovered that if you mix it with more water than called for it makes an excellent dipping sauce for bananas. I’m not going to lie – a lot of what makes PB so ummy is the fat. However, this is pretty freaking tasty if you’re willing to acknowledge that it isn’t peanut butter.

I especially like the chocolate kind.

Oh, and speaking of buying dumb things?


This is a mango nectarine.

Ok, there’s nothing wrong with mango nectarines. Apparently they have nothing to do with mangos – they’re just wacky nectarines that some farmer found one day and grafted and it took. They do sort of taste like mangos, but are like nectarines in every other way. The whole thing is odd and overall I just sort of wished I had another mango and some nectarines.

I ate all the above with some iced coffee (2 points total – yay fruit!!) before even getting out of bed (other than to get it, I guess – no breakfast in bed delivery when your man is out of town). I did some writing (novel #2 is underway) and searched for someone to edit novel #1, and then got up to actually eat and fuel myself for the day.


And fuel I did. This is a piece of toast topped with a dry-fried egg, a wedge of Laughing Cow Queso, and some Morningstar Farms Grillers crumbles things heated with some salsa. Oh, and cranberry juice. Six points total and damn did it fuel me. The girls and I went for a hike, I rearranged our bedroom (and lost the aforementioned toenail), and I went to the Lowe’s and got some plants, then came home and planted them. And then I realized it was 4:30 and I was starving. Whoops. I again ate tuna and chickpea salad out of the refrigerator.


Our front planter looks pretty nice, though – I like the grasses. (The blue on is a hanger on from last year.)


Plus, dwarf citrus trees! The meyer lemon one already has some fruit, which I find confusing because they’re supposed to fruit from December to May, but whatever. I’ll take it and make some more of the Vanilla Bean Meyer Lemon Marmalade that I made while I was on haitus. Trust me, you guys want this recipe.

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Anyway, now I’m enjoying my one teeny tiny glass of wine for the night before I shower all the dirt off. (Oh, I also painted my nails a pretty sparkly light purple but I guess you can’t tell here. Yes, I did my nails before a day of gardening and moving furniture. I have no idea what my brain damage is.) (Also, it’s delicious and cheap wine that I will tell you about tomorrow, maybe?)

The one thing that bums me out about today is that I couldn’t find mint! When Crockett went herb plant shopping a few weeks ago, he couldn’t find any, and today I looked again and still couldn’t find any. Yes, I could probably start some from seeds, but arg.

What happened to you today? Good things? Bad things? In between things?

turn and face the… day? stray?

Saturday, July 7th, 2012

Sure, I could Google the words to that song, but the final word of that line isn’t really the point.

The point is – changes! The point is that I graduated!! Finally!! And am working again!

Basically, I’ve returned to a fixed schedule and a happy paycheck. I haven’t quite paid off my portion of the vacation that Crockett and I took between my graduation ceremony and the first day of my new job, and I can now say that I’m a master, but otherwise it’s like nothing ever happened. I leave my house at 8 am and arrive home at 5:30.

I forgot what it’s like to have free time and free brain cells.

Unfortunately, I’ve gotten out of the habit of taking pictures over the last few months. (P.S. If anyone sees my camera that’d be great kthanx.) That doesn’t mean that we haven’t been eating well! (So well that, right now, while Crockett is out of town, I’m joining a dear friend in that age old tradition of counting points – WW style, yo. Although the home eating probably isn’t what did it for me. I suspect that the five-a-day cream of coconut based drink habit I developed in Antigua are probably what did it for me.)

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Thanks to our Antigua friends Nick and Jamie for this picture!

Some of the things I’ve made repeatedly in the last few months:

There’ve been salads – both the greens kind and the chicken kind and the tuna kind. We’ve only turned the grill on once.

I don’t know. The whole last semester is sort of a blur.


I went line dancing last weekend. And rode a mechanical bull.


That was fun for me. I’m not entirely sure what’s happening in the first picture. I think I might be pontificating. Doesn’t that look like a pontification finger? And the second picture is not, in fact, an elegant dismount, but rather me trying to stand up after falling off. I’d show you the dismount picture, but that’s a damn short dress I’m wearing.

It’s been hovering around 100 degrees here for WEEKS, and yesterday it finally rained for reals. Like for hours it rained. It was lovely – too late to save our grass (which we DO water, despite appearances to the contrary), unfortunately, but nice for our herbs and my general attitude.


Not only is Crockett out of town, my mom is in CO Springs being a bad ass bicycle racer. I did my part by walking her dogs.

Well, that was the plan. Mostly they walked me.


Then, when walking my own dogs, I ran into this:


Since my dogs weigh approximately 25 pounds combined, I didn’t feel like facing down a coyote.

We turned around and I came home for breakfast. Even though it’s cooler today, I haven’t really felt like cooking – more like stirring stuff together and calling it a day.


This gorgeous combo you see here is Kashi Go Lean (which I never used to like and suddenly cannot get enough of – especially the things that they openly call twigs. I love that they own it), fresh cherries (pitted with my teeth since I was the only one eating it – teeth pitting is the best way, y’all), greek yogurt, and pistachios. (5 points, if you’re interested in that kind of thing.)

I know I just said this about Kashi, but I also didn’t used to like pistachios. I have, happily, discovered that what I really didn’t like was shelling pistachios. I don’t mind shelling peanuts, or pitting cherries, or wev, but there was something about pistachio shells that just bugged me. Anyway, last weekend Crockett and I bought two pounds of shelled pistachios at Costco, and there’s no turning back. They’re buttery and delicious and salty and I want to smack past Emma for being so stubborn. Pistachios – two thumbs up.

For lunch I stirred more things together.


No pistachios here – I thought they’d get lost and I wouldn’t do that to them. This is tuna, chickpeas (cooked from scratch successfully for the FIRST TIME EVER – if I succeed again I’ll tell you how), dried cherries, and celery with greek yogurt and mayo and salt and pepper on toast. Not pictured – the sweetest, smoothest, most enormous mango I’ve ever eaten. (6 points total).

So. I’m going to find my camera, and see you soon!

Of course, in the meantime, I’m going to rearrange my living room. Or bedroom. Or both. It’s what I do when Crockett leaves. What do you do when you’re alone at home? (If you live alone, what’s your at-home guilty pleasure?)

In other news

Sunday, September 25th, 2011

Things that other people are eating:

After our big Michigan trip, Crockett’s parents continued their vacation. One of the places they ended up was the Mohonk Mountain House. Crockett’s dad sent me this hilarious picture, which he says means that the roast, duck, and lamb were absolutely delicious, the veggies were stellar, and the deep fried far east flavored lamb ball was revolting. I laughed for about half an hour when I noticed the caption.

When they got home, they took advantage of all the veggies that had grown up in their garden in their absence and made a chicken pot pie, with home roasted chicken. Short of having the bird raised in the backyard, that’s about as locally sourced as it gets. And also tasty looking.

Things Crockett and I have been up to:

My pre-Google savory almond fluffy pancake thingamabob. (Crockett was not interested – pictured in the background, him making his daily muesli.)




On Friday, when I drove to Google, there were balloons everywhere!

Does this make sense to you? The bag is printed? The bag IS recycled paper? I’m lost, Whole Foods – lost.

Friday night and yesterday I lifted the sugar ban for fruit (and sushi). I actually felt pretty good last week, though, and had some positive results fitting-into-my-pants wise, so I’m going to continue for a second week. Nothing past that, because I don’t want to change my ability to digest it (that may be a wives tale, but can you imagine how depressing it would be if all of a sudden sugar made my stomach hurt?)  How could I say no to these cute litte figs, though?

Sushi night was us and two other couples, one kid (came with one of the couples), and one other person at Happy Sumo. It was awesome – we just ordered drinks and platters and platters of sushi.

This drink is not mine, but it is a sake-tini, and I find that hilarious so I took a picture.

One of these is the tiny carafe of sake that Crockett and I shared and one of them is a vase with flower in it. It’s kind of amazing that I didn’t end up drinking flower water.

Not pictured: sushi. (Once it came out it was sort of a free for all.) Instead, I give you this picture of Crockett anxiously awaiting the arrival of said deliciousness. The sushi was super good, but you should take that review with a grain of salt because I like my sushi Americanized. Sauce it, fry it, bake it, add coconut and mango – it’s all good.

How’s your weekend going?




Google Foodle

Friday, September 23rd, 2011

I got to go to the Boulder Google offices today.

As much as I wanted to, I didn’t walk around taking pictures of everything - but I did find two things necessary to document.

Obviously I took this with my phone – it had to happen. A nice woman told us we could help ourselves to anything in any of the kitchens. She said this and I turned around to find that I was standing in front of a row of Chateau St. Jean Chardonnay bottles.

The second is the weird lunch I managed to put together in the Google cafeteria. It’s chicken, beans, nacho cheese, guacamole, cottage cheese, cucumbers, tomatoes, and salad dressing. (Eaten under an umbrella outside.)

I had access to the best food that Google had to offer, and I still remained sugar free. I turned down nachos and taquitos, pita and naan, and tres leches cake and tiramisu.

I have so much will power it’s oozing out of my over-proteined pores.

(Those cookies aren’t mine, I swear.)

P.S. The food was corporate cafeteria good. If it had been restaurant good, I would have gone back for every single one of those things that I turned down the first time around.


Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

I just deleted a spam comment that included a spoiler from the season premiere of Glee. Low blow, spammers, low blow.

This whole no sugar thing does not lend itself to easily grabbed foods.

Unless you have things already prepared. And the only thing I had prepared was my last jalepeno spinach fritatta muffin.

To fill the caloric gap, I turned to the trusty celery vehicle and peanut butter.

Speaking of peanut butter – there are no pictures from dinner last night because Crockett was at a concert and dinner was me, a spoon, and a freshly opened jar of chunky pb.

Sometimes that’s just how you need to roll, you know?

Unshockingly, some peanut butter and a tiny muffin did not carry me happily through the morning. When I got home at 1:45, I was so hungry I was nauseous. Poor, poor planning.

I literally ate the first diet appropriate things that my hands landed on – a little Laughing Cow mozzarella and basil cheese wedge mixed up with some watery tomatoes, some hummus, half a package of button mushrooms to scoop it to my mouth, and some pickles. (Not pictured, the many many mushrooms with hummus that accidentally fell into my mouth on the way to the table.)

It was roughly as appealing as it looks, but I ate the hell out of it.

(Crockett just looked over my shoulder and asked what those delicious looking mushrooms are – so perhaps the pink sauce is in fact good looking if you didn’t eat it.)

Eating gave me enough energy to go for a short run in mah new shoes that I keep forgetting to write about, and then I showered and found that I desperately needed tea. Warm, sweet (artificial), delicious chai tea.

Oh, and also string cheese.

Because string cheese, yo.

I’m getting down to work now in our new kitchen accoutrement. This stool actually came from my townhouse, and when I moved into Crockett’s house we couldn’t find a place for it. We just today realized that all the way down, it’s roughly kitchen table height.

Also, it’s adorable.

It makes me feel like Judy Jetson. And everyone knows she was really good at statistics.






and this sucks

Monday, September 19th, 2011

Sugar. Sigh.

Yesterday I went to bed at 8:30 with a headache.

Is everyone addicted to sugar? Can you even call it an addiction? Doesn’t it fall more into the category of, like, breathing?

Last time I tried to give up sugar, I was staring down the barrel of a cholesterol medication bottle, and I was approaching it as a permanent lifestyle change. It’s no wonder it didn’t stick, you know? The only thing that’s keeping me going right now is ‘one week one week one week’.

It’s not that I’m eating badly.

Last night I made chicken lettuce wraps.

Chicken Lettuce Wraps
Adapted from CDK Kitchen

1 head of iceberg lettuce
1 pound chopped chicken breast
1 large onion, chopped
2 tablespoons minced garlic
1 tablespoon soy sauce
1/4 cup peanut sauce or peanut butter (if using peanut butter, add some cayenne or chile paste)
2 teaspoons minced fresh ginger
1 tablespoon rice wine vinegar
1 can (8 ounce size) sliced water chestnuts, drained, finely chopped
2 teaspoons Asian sesame oil

Cook everything but the lettuce in a big pan.

Put the chicken in the lettuce and try not to snap the lettuce and spill chicken all down your front.


They were delicious.

Crockett said this picture made it look like they came from heaven.

They still had no freaking sugar.

(Sugar. Flour. Basically any carbohydrates that come from places other than vegetables.)

For lunch today I had little veggie fritatta muffins with spinach and jalepenos, and celery with cream cheese (logs without ants style).

For breakfast I had tuna and chickpea salad. With more celery.

(Does it seem like those meals should have been switched? That was the plan, but I thought the fritattas would hold up better to a six hour lack of refrigeration.)

See? Eating well.

Still miss sugar.

(More about why I’m doing this exceptionally stupid thing here.)



last local box

Sunday, September 18th, 2011

We get most of our produce from a company called Door To Door Organics. They do exactly what they sound like – they deliver organic produce weekly or fortnightly.

The way it works is this: they put together the menu for each box size. (We get the ‘bitty’ box.) They send you a list of what you can expect to get, and you have until the day before your delivery to go online and sub things for other things. You can also ask them not to include certain things ever – like I don’t get bell peppers or eggplant, because of my allergies.

We have only had this over the summer, because in the summer they offer a ‘local’ box. Everything in it comes from Colorado farms. Since I didn’t sign us up for a CSA (partially since we were gone for half the summer and partially since I forgot and the CSAs around here have waiting lists), this was the next best thing.

Of course, where it really shines is by forcing you to use things that you wouldn’t normally… and after our third week of kale chips, I started subbing out the kale for things grown elsewhere. Like avocados.


Anyway, the local box is still running, but I put our delivery on hold, because we’re getting into squash and potato time and those aren’t things we eat a lot of. As you can see, our last box included apples, pears, peaches, and a watermelon (actually local – I have no idea where in CO watermelons grow, but that’s what they say). Also, anaheim peppers (destined for chicken chile rellenos), potatoes, cauliflower and ‘table grapes’. I don’t know what table grapes are. They’re smaller than regular purple grapes – that’s all I got, variation wise.

It did not include the Chemex coffee maker or the Thai Kitchens Fish Sauce. Or the delicious freshly roasted coffee from Pauls. Just so we’re clear.

Two other things:

  1. My cholesterol is still high but my good number is way up and so I’m not taking medication! I just have to go back next year for another test. Whoop whoop.
  2. I’m off sugar for a week. I keep thinking that I’ll shake off the bad eating habits I picked up this summer, and it keeps not happening. (By bad eating habits I mean snacking and drinking – my meals are all good but I’m beer and chipped out, and yet we keep going places that have beer and chips and I keep putting them in mah damn mouth without end.) Hopefully a week of legumes and lean meats and vegetables and stuff will remind me what a day without tortilla chips is like.
Happy Sunday, y’all.