Posts Tagged ‘bacon’

white whale

Saturday, September 17th, 2011

 

Yesterday I got a (the last!) spot in my favorite parking lot.

It was obviously a sign.

I had a little snack while I walked to my car, so that I’d have enough energy to go to…

Since I had such good luck on campus, I thought maybe I’d try my luck after school at Target. Perhaps they would be restocking the Missoni zigzag sweater coat for the Saturday shoppers!

What. It could happen.

Sadly, the Missoni coats were still MIA. I did get the groceries and stuff that I like to get at Target though – cream cheese (always cheaper there), cotton swabs, stuff like that. Not produce. Never produce. (Why do I feel that Target is less reliable for produce than, say, Albertsons? No idea.)

Also, yes, everything in that picture that isn’t in a Target bag was in my car prior to my shopping trip. It’s all school papers and clothes (eventually) headed for Goodwill.

When I got home I stirred some rice and soy sauce up with an egg in a fry pan. I wanted a little lunch because last night was…

Oktoberfest!

Yeah, I know yesterday was September 16th. Since I’m not entirely sure what the history of Oktoberfest is, I’m not sure that’s wrong, but doesn’t it seem like Oktoberfest should be in October? Silly Louisville.

We ended up heading over there later than I’d expected, so I had a nectarine that had been in the fridge so long it was all wrinkly. It was so amazingly sweet – it literally tasted like I’d dipped each bite in honey.

Maida wanted some too.

Unfortunately, I forgot my camera. I did, however, remember both my phone and the always crucial ID. Dale’s Little Yella Pils for me thank you very much.

The band that was playing when we got there was (were?) The Beloved Invaders.

They’re surf rock.

I sort of feel like Louisville was phoning in the whole Oktoberfest thing.

The food choices were pretty limited.

Along with bratwurst and pizza by the slice, there was this guy – frying up Oreos and funnel cakes like there was no tomorrow.

Since we didn’t feel like sausages, we headed to The Empire for dinner after we’d had our Oktoberfill.

(See what I did there?)

Crockett had a BLAT.

I ate half.

I had a calamari salad.

Crockett ate half.

I guess, if you have someone to share dinner with, the white whale (or Missoni sweater) isn’t that important after all.

 

 

 

 

 

White and nerdy

Tuesday, March 15th, 2011

No, it’s not my fault that I just quoted Weird Al.

It’s Crockett’s fault.

He keeps singing it.

I just realized how remiss I’ve been, spring break wise. I didn’t even show you pictures of my pancakathon!

Laura and I went to The Huckleberry for brunch on my first official day of break.

I don’t know how many pancakes are technically required for a pancakathon.

There are three here. And I ate all of them.

I think that counts.

The Huckleberry is hit or miss, for me, but it worked out that day. Perhaps I’ve been trying to get too fancy with my ordering choices. Even when it’s mediocre, though, it’s in my little town, and that’s enough to keep me coming back.

Laura keeps coming back because she has a thing for tea, and they are not stingy with their tea choices.

Plus? Crepes.

Crockett really likes the crepes too.

I can’t get into crepes.

They’re not real food, people. They’re all ethereal and stuff.

Food, especially breakfast food, should not be of the sort that allows you to forget about it two hours later.

Happily, my pancakes kept me full for a week and a half.

Ok, that’s probably a slight exaggeration.

I did feel the need for something a little less ‘piles of carbohydrate’ when I finally ate again, so I made a ceasar salad with grilled mahi and homemade bacon croutons.

Homemade bacon croutons: chop two pieces of bacon and three pieces of bread (no crusts) into bite size pieces. Put all the pieces in a pan over medium high heat. Cook until everything is crispy, stirring occasionally.

See? Healthy.

bourbon and bacon

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

A big thing happened yesterday. Before I became a student, I was a product manager for a telecommunications company (please hold while I fondly recall the paychecks that came with that role…. ok, I’m good). After going back to school, I was doing some temporary work for that same company in the form of a 20 hour a week internship.

Yesterday, I quit. The 20 hours of interning and the 20 hours of working on my graduate research and the full class load piled on top of the fact that I don’t, in fact, know how to program (hELLo computer science masters) was truly ridiculous. Something had to go.

So I quit. Here’s what my week looks like now: Real Saturday,Sunday,Friday,Saturday,Friday,Saturday,Real Friday.

See what I did there? Every day I don’t have classes is now considered a Saturday, and every day BEFORE on of those days is a Friday.

I’m basically living one long weekend.

I’m so happy right now.

I geared up for the quitting with a gigantic bowl of pumpkin oatmeal. Rather than stir in pumpkin puree, as I’ve seen some other bloggers do, I used the pumpkin butter I made yesterday. Even though the pumpkin butter is sweet, it didn’t sweeten up the oatmeal enough for me, so I added Splenda too.

I have something of a Splenda problem. I buy it from Costco.

For lunch I had one of my apple-cheddar-fall-in-a-pastry scones and a big old goat cheese honey mustard pumpkin seed salad. Oh, and? That thing in the background?

Homemade pumpkin latte.

I’d already made coffee, so I used brewed in this case. I mixed it with two tablespoons pumpkin butter, a pinch of salt, and a cup of lowfat milk, and heated it all up.

Then I added Splenda.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than no pumpkin latte. Today I’m going to try with the espresso machine, so I get the frothed milk and all, and I’m going to add maybe a half teaspoon of vanilla.


Before I left for work I took the girls for a walk through our local completely fake haunted graveyard.

We did, in fact, manage to leave.

But not before I scared the crap out of myself walking under a tree with a plastic snake hanging down from it.

While at school, I supplemented my scone and salad with the always handy dark-chocolate-nut mix. The original bag only included plain almonds, chocolate covered almonds, and cranberries, but I’ve since added every spare nut that’s crossed my desk. There are definitely cashews and peanuts now.

Ha. Spare nut.

Sorry.

How classy is the wood ”wood” of my desk at school?

After school, my man decided it was BLAT time.

BLAT = Bacon (obviously), Lettuce (subbed for spinach in this case), Avocado, and Tomato

A BLAT and an Old Fashioned is Crockett’s favorite meal.

My sandwich was put together as an actual, you know, sandwich.

Crockett put his together with more of a Cat in the Hat method.

That second piece of bread stayed on the bottom, and he ate it with a knife and fork.

I love him, but I’m not sure I understand him.

We had a single piece of bacon left…. whatever could we do with it?

Perfect.

How was YOUR Monday?

Friday breakfast

Friday, September 24th, 2010

A girlfriend came over for brunch- which I’d completely forgotten about until roughly 9 pm yesterday.
Pioneer Woman’s baked French toast to the rescue.