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new schedule, poo schedule

Wednesday, September 14th, 2011

When school started, I had this master plan. I was going to get up before school with enough time to work out (either run or go to the gym), walk the dogs, make coffee, shower, and pack breakfast. Then I’d go to school, be home by two, eat lunch, and start my homework.

I actually made the getting up happen, I’ll have you know, but it turns out I was sort of miserable. In order to get through everything, I had to get up before 6. In order to get up before six, I had to go to sleep before 10. I don’t mind getting up early, seriously. It makes you feel special – here I am all awake when everyone else is asleep. Things could happen, and everyone else would miss them! Things like… _____! (This is the mad libs portion of our post today). What I absolutely hate is going to sleep before 10. 11 o’clock was meant to be bedtime. That’s just the way it works. Fall starts in September and 11 o’clock is bedtime.

What I did not make happen was the doing the homework right after lunch. Turns out I can’t settle in to work until about 3:30. I always knew I had a mid-afternoon brain dead zone when I worked in an office – exists at home too.

New plan, instituted this week: Wake up with enough time to walk the dogs, make coffee, and pack breakfast. Go to school. Come home. Use the brain dead zone to work out. Eat lunch. Do homework. Make and eat dinner. Do more homework if absolutely necessary. Go to bed at the hour of a reasonable adult person.

Sure, there are issues. 1) Notice there is no time for blogging – homework will just have to go, I guess. 2) Some days that means I don’t eat lunch until like 3. Snacks have become a necessity, and I am not a good snacker. The only remaining solution is to drop out of school. Right? I made more of Heidi Swanson’s cheesy muffins for breakfasts, but yesterday I felt obligated to clean out leftovers. This is the chicken, sweet potato, and peach concoction from the weekend. All that sugar (albeit natural) made it a pretty reasonable breakfast, but I totally overestimated how much I’d eat. There’s a whole lotta sweet potato in that bowl, y’all. (Sometimes I eat leftovers after I would recommend that you eat leftovers. What can I say – I’m a risk taker.) The uneaten portion spent four hours in my car. Hey look! It’s the right side of my face! I forget why I took this – I think because I was wearing my professional TA shirt with no makeup, raggedy hair, and a big sorta stained hoodie. Do I know how to roll or what. After lunch I went to the gym and busted my ass, and then just about passed out on the way home. I had curried salmon rillettes in the fridge (from Around My French Table), but Crockett ate all my crackers so I had to eat it on english muffins. Bummer. We’re still getting all sorts of fun local produce from our produce delivery thingie. These are Chiogga beets – also called candy cane beets (I think). I roasted them in in quarters, because they were enormous. Also? Enormous portabello mushroom caps. (Linear algebra textbook from Crockett’s undergrad days shown for scale.) All together – roasted beet and arugula salad with feta, balsamic vinaigrette, and broiled marinated mushrooms.

P.S. WordPress ate this post twice before allowing me to put it up. I have no idea what’s going on with the formatting. Sigh.

soooo slow

Monday, September 12th, 2011

My head is full of…

well, snot.

Dude, what. I know it’s gross. Trust me, it’s grosser when it’s your head. My advisor thinks it’s because she made me collect the homework in from the undergraduate Probability & Statistics course that I’m TAing. I think it’s because every single person I know is sick.

I’ve actually made some tasty food, despite wonky taste buds.

This was loosely based on these Honey-Glazed Chicken, Peach, and Sweet Potato Skewers, but instead of skewering them I essentially stewed them. It was sort of complicated – I transfered things in and out of bowls several times – but the main change I made was to pop up the glaze with some fish sauce and some soy sauce.


(P.S. My pictures are smaller. I’m not sure why. I’ll figure it out later.)

On Friday I spent 9 hours on campus.

I spent three of them laying in the shade of this tree.

Due to my fuzzy head, I woke up 20 minutes before I needed to leave the house, so I bought lunch. Hellllo Asian Chicken Salad.

The wasps enjoyed it as well.

There is literally nothing more comforting than corn dogs.

Macaroni and cheese? Pshaw.

Veggie hot dogs wrapped in corn batter is where it’s at.

For realz.


yay face

Wednesday, May 11th, 2011

I can’t believe that I forgot to give public credit for some of the happiness that befell me last week.

I don’t really know if that sentence made sense.

Doesn’t this look like calamari salad, from The Empire?

But doesn’t this ALSO look like my kitchen table?

Oh – I just realized this probably isn’t confusing at all unless you know that The Empire does some takeout, but only a limited amount, and calamari salad isn’t included. They say it doesn’t travel well.

Thank god Crockett is a regular – he busted out his status to get me a salad for when I was finishing up my term paper last week.

I let him have a couple of bites.

Because I’m generous like that.

I give credit for the last five pages of that paper solely to this salad.


So close

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

I am done with everything but my 20 page term paper on the implications of Fair Trade on global poverty levels.

I have been avoiding this paper for a month.

It’s due at 11 on Thursday, and I basically just started this afternoon. I mean, I’ve been ‘researching’ it for several weeks, but when I looked at what I had this afternoon when I put pen to paper I realized I was missing ~75% of the actual research I needed.

For the past two days, one of my avoidance methods has been cooking. Oh, and organizing my recipes. I just started using MacGourmet – any experience, anyone? I’m all in now, so I’m using it either way, but I’m not as pleased as I’d hoped. Mostly I bookmarked recipes I wanted to try before, but that had the potential for things to get lost in the morass, so this is definitely an upgrade.

One of the lost recipes was Sweet Pea’s Kitchen Baked Chicken Fingers.

We ate them with homemade baked beans and mustard to dip them in, and they were pretty tasty. They were even better the next day, sliced up for open faced sandwiches with a garlic herb cheese spread and strawberry jam, as shown above.

I totally didn’t used to get panko. What, I said to myself, could be so freaking special about bread crumbs?

Yeah, I’m not very smart sometimes.

Also, there are these artichoke croquette thingies that… ok, I missed it when I made them the first time (I mean, I was there, but we had a bunch of people over and I didn’t manage to take pictures before they got all snapped up), but I’ll make them again and then share them with you guys. SO GOOD.


This weekend I did some homework, and made some chocolate chip cookies so that our cookie jar didn’t look all sad and lonely.

Don’t worry, I made more than this. The rest are in the freezer. I’m rationing.

Also, we went to Lowe’s.

While we were driving home with my plants, it started to snow.

Since I suspected that seedlings wouldn’t do so well in the snow, I relocated them all to the front window. Those two flowers in front are the extent of my ornamental purchases. Behing them is some special ground cover kind of basil, romaine, corn, peppers (NOT bell)…

… thai basil, genovese basil, sage, mint, greek oregano, and probably something else I’m forgetting.

I also bought a whole bunch of seeds to plant around these – it’s the best combination of instant gratification and self control.

As you can see, our front window is sort of a greenhouse thing. It has glass on all three sides and the ceiling. It’s been killing my plants since I moved in.

I solved that problem by turning it into the desert.

An alien cactus dessert.

Some miniature Jade trees.

A grafted cactus.

Are you asking yourself if these plants are in a bowl, a gravy boat, and a mug, respectively?

Yes, yes they are.

These are all things that I used before I moved. We integrated our favorite things, and some crockery just didn’t make the cut – which doesn’t mean I can’t use it.

Also? A GIGANTIC yucca.

Oh wait, I mean a mini Yucca.

Ok, fine – perhaps it’s roughly a head sized yucca.

Way to ruin my fun.

For dinner that night I found my self starving allofasuddenhadtoeatRIGHTTHEN.

I made a super quick quasi-ramen – the broth is water with a little soy sauce, ketchup, siracha, and rice vinegar. I just boiled it up and poured it over some soba noodles and some microwaved stir fry vegetables.

Classy? No.

Stomach void filling? Yes.

Ok. Coffee. Fair trade. Poor people. Etc.

Later dudes.

muesli? I hardly know her!

Friday, March 4th, 2011

Obsessed. I don’t know exactly what happened – all of a sudden I’m just not even mildly interested in cooking my oats. Perhaps, despite the fact that it’s supposed to snow today, it’s the feeling of encroaching spring?

Our mix yesterday morning was muesli with frozen mixed berries defrosted into a juicy delicious mess, almonds and honey.

Muesli, if you’re not familiar, is uncooked oats mixed with yogurt or milk (or water, I guess) until they’re a little bit soft. The mixture above is pretty dry – it’s about 1/3 cup rolled oats with an equal amount of yogurt and a splash of water. When Crockett ate it he said ‘this isn’t as pasty as I expected’.

High praise, y’all. High praise.

“Em, stop taking before-coffee and after-coffee pictures.”

“Ok. How about before-breakfast and after-breakfast pictures instead?”

Do you see that six days later the beautiful irises Laura brought me are still going strong?

When I was packing my lunch, I cut open this kiwi and I was hugely distracted by how gorgeous it was on the inside. Ain’t that just beautiful?

I finally finished the tuna casserole from Sunday while I was on campus. I have to say it help up pretty damn well.

Then, of course, I semi bombed a quiz in my Formal Automata class.


You know what makes me feel better about bombing quizzes?

Banana bread. I keep buying bananas – I hate wanting a banana and not having one – but we don’t eat them that fast, so I keep throwing the old ones in the freezer. The thing I love about banana bread is that it’s virtually foolproof. The sweetness of the bananas, the chocolate chips, and the crunch of the whole wheat – even if you’re not a baker, this will turn out well. Just what you need after a bad quiz, maybe.

Banana Bread (with chocolate chips, pecans, and a nod to whole wheat)

  • 8 tablespoons (one stick) unsalted butter at room temperature
  • 1/2 cup firmly packed like brown sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 3 very ripe bananas, peeled and mashed with a fork
  • 1 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 cup all purpose flour
  • 1 cup whole wheat flour
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt salt
  • 1.5 teaspoons baking powder
  • 2 tablespoons flax seed (optional)*
  • 1/2 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
  • 1/2 cup pecan halves, roughy chopped*
  1. Heat the oven to 350 degrees. Butter a 9×5 loaf pan, and 8×8 baking pan, or an 8×4 loaf pan.
  2. Beat or stir together the butter and sugar, then add the bananas and make sure to smoosh them in good. Stir in the eggs and vanilla.
  3. Dump in all the dry ingredients (flours, salt, baking powder, and flax if you’re using) and stir them up a little bit before you mix them into the wet ingredients.
  4. Stir in the chocolate chips and pecans. Scrape into your prepared pan and put into the oven for 45-55 minutes (25-35 minutes if you’re using the 8×8 pan). If testing with a skewer, you’re not looking for dry, you just want it to not look like it was dipped in melted butter.

*I meant to use the flax but forgot, to it’s not in the loaf you see above. Also, I didn’t chop my pecans and while I like the big bites of nut, it made the bread hard to slice.

This is from a smaller dish that I made, because I was worried about the 8×4 loaf pan not being big enough.

I spent last night at my mom’s house with her dogs, because she’s off being a superwoman (USA Masters Indoor Track & Field Championships) and she didn’t want them to get lonely.

Based on the reception I got, I’m thinking they weren’t pleased to have me as a replacement.

“What do you want, lady?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want me to look at you? Um… nah. Thanks for the offer though.”

I probably should have brought them some banana bread.

wordless and partially cameraless wednesday

Thursday, March 3rd, 2011

wordless wednesday

Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011

Due to what I believe are server issues, I haven’t been able to post since Sunday. Please accept my heartiest apologizes and welcome to Wordless Wednesday.

cookie hangover

Wednesday, February 16th, 2011

The only cure for a cookie hangover is taking cookies to class.

I actually only ate alf the cookie during class. Then, during my lunch break, I ate my turkey and green chili mustard sandwich.

See the green? That green chili mustard is the best mustard purchase I’ve ever made. It was totally worth carting from Santa Fe.

I lazed in the sun for awhile.

And then I went for a run around Golden.

And then I ate the rest of my cookie.

And then I went to more classes.

And then I came home.

Tuesdays are always very exciting.

I’m going to go eat another cookie now.

What exactly is an eraser room?

Friday, February 11th, 2011

An eraser room is where the kids and their alien boyfriends make out, on Roswell.

Yeah, I’m watching Roswell now.

My oatmeal this morning was again mixed with cottage cheese, and again beige. I’m trying to make it prettier. It tastes good – it deserves to be pretty.

Plus, it carried me through my 11 am presentation – Corporate Governance in The United States, with an emphasis on pre- and post-Enron regulation.

I did super good. By the way. The professor told everyone to follow my lead.

Which I’m sure made me super popular.

I celebrated with this very attractive combination that is the cinnamon pastie from yesterday, and more salad.

Eaten with a spoon. Because I didn’t have a fork.

I need to show you guys something embarrassing. You see that red light, next to message?

I don’t know how to make that go away – because I don’t know how to check my office voicemail. That means anyone who has called me during the last semester during any of the hours that I’m not in the office (which is basically however many hours a week of hours minus four hours is) didn’t get ahold of me and is now being inadvertantly ignored.

I need to stop giving out this number.

Since I was taking pictures, I took at picture of the box of Mate Chai Latte I’ve been moving from office to office for almost four years now.

I interviewed for a job at this company, and I didn’t get it, but after the interview they gave me this as a parting gift.

I haven’t opened it because 80 calories is a lot for a half cup of anything that doesn’t have any alcohol in it.

Boring books that I can’t throw away because what if at some point in the future I DO need to take back my life from Microsoft Office or know how Toyota built the machine that changed the world – check.

The hand sanitizer that didn’t stop me from getting a cold – check.

The phone that blinks at me all the time – check.

My office just-in-case makeup – check.

That’s it. Those are all of the even mildly interesting things in my office.

I’d get a plant but I don’t have a window, so it just seems cruel.

I arrived home to find an empty cookie jar.

Not people cookies. Dog cookies.

I think Crockett bribes the girls during the day while I’m out. Bribes them to do what, you ask? I don’t know. Stay out of his office, perhaps.

Because I’m an excellent doggie mommy, I made them more.

I’d share the recipe but I’m actually working on an Etsy shop where I’m going to sell dog treats made with human quality organic ingredients… it’s a whole big thing.

Because I like to bake and I like dogs.

You see? Genius.

Since I was already baking, I used the leftover fillo from the pasties for some chocolate cherry … things. I put a maraschino cherry and some of the chocolate almond butter I made last week into a little fillo packet (appropriately brushed with butter, of course) and baked them at 350 for six minutes.

When you cut them in half they’re scary as all fuck.

But turns out they’re super delicious.

You know how when you start baking you start trying things and then boom, it’s dinner time and you know you should eat something that isn’t sugar based but you’re not really that hungry and you can’t think of anything to do but eat lame turkey directly out of the fridge and then your boyfriend, who has a cold and doesn’t want guacamole, comes out and makes a whole bowl of salty proteiny fatty guacamole just for you to eat for dinner while you cook?


Just me then.

what big eyes you have

Sunday, February 6th, 2011

The thing about making a gigantic dish of pulled pork and living with someone who loves pulled pork as much as you do is that you have to eat as much pulled pork as you can as quickly as possible lest it all disappear into the belly of your fridge sharer.

Pulled pork for lunch.

I made a very silly mistake on Thursday. I assumed that my cold could be beaten by a handerchief.

The less said about that, the better.

After my cold got me kicked out of a meeting (I am not kidding even the tiniest little bit), I took at alternate route to the coffee shop and passed the engineering building. I don’t know what happens in this building, but I’m assuming it’s haunted.

I mean, look at it.

When I got home, Crockett was already heating the remainder of the pork and mandolining the sweet potatoes.

I know I said he wasn’t allowed to touch the mandoline, but he snuck in while I wasn’t paying attention.

Crockett repeated his Dagwood…

And I repeated my breadless stack o’ goodness.

What. We know what we like.