Posts Tagged ‘beer’

Birthday dinner

Wednesday, January 19th, 2011

Last night we headed out fairly early in the evening to meet my parents for dinner. Because it was my birthday, and I wanted dinner.

I wore my yellow high heels. It was my birthday, and I wanted heels.

Crockett and I had a couple of stops to make prior to dinner – primarily a visit to a local electronics store where I was all ‘hey babe I should totally make jewelry out of resistors’ and he was all ‘hey babe, I love that you’re queen of the nerds and all, but can you shush while I concentrate?’. When we arrived at Southern Sun, Mom and Dad were both waiting for us.

Very seriously waiting for us.

Southern (and Mountain) Sun is a Boulder fixture. They brew their own delicious beer and have lots of burgers, great grilled cheese, and a lot of vegetarian options. The staff all rotates through the kitchen and the bar and the the floor, which makes for a unique experience.

Since we had to wait for a table, Crockett ran up to the bar and got me a beer. Annapurna Amber, in this case. Barley and a little hoppy – not something I would have gotten myself. It was good. Sometimes you have to branch out, ya know? Even if it is your birthday and you don’t necessarily wanna.

Beer for everyone.

Yes, there were lots of healthy choices (probably). I didn’t see them, because I zoomed directly into the Junk Burger and did not pass go. Junk burger: bacon, cheese, sautéed mushrooms and onions, roasted garlic mayo on a tasty tasty burger. I got Swiss, cheese wise. I love this burger, y’all. It’s squishy where it should be squishy, crispy where it should be crispy, salty where it should be salty, and just generally everything you want in every bite.

Dad: identical plate. We didn’t plan it this way, we just have excellent taste.

Crockett: this was a reuben except where you might expect corned beef, you instead found turkey. Who knows. He liked it though.

Then we retired to my dad’s place for cake.

This cake is a tradition in my family. It was a tradition for my brother and I, but he’s vegan now, so I’m carrying on alone. My mom makes it.

Layer 1: Chocolate cake
Layer 2: Chocolate chips (added post baking, so they don’t get melted)
Layer 3: Chocolate pudding
Layer 4: Whipped cream
Layer 5: Flaked coconut
Layer 6: Maraschino cherries

I look forward to it all year. Seriously. Leftovers are currently in the fridge, and I’m considering making Wednesday ‘Emma eats only chocolate cake’ day.

it’s important to eat

Tuesday, December 21st, 2010

It turns out that when I feel overtaxed in my head, my desire to branch out in my belly is the first thing to go. For the last two weeks of the semester, breakfast was a  smoothie…


or eggs, Crockett style.

I also put the slow cooker into heavy rotation, and made some baked beans and some pulled pork. I bought a bag of pre-shredded cabbage – I swear it’s cheaper – and made coleslaw as needed.

There’s a bbq place here in Boulder county called KT’s. They have a menu item called the June Bowl, which is three of their menu items layered in a styrofoam container and covered in bbq sauce. I always get the beans, pork, and coleslaw. This was my homemade approximation. The bbq sauce I buy at the store is definitely different – I want it to be more vinegary and less sweet. I should probably just learn how to make my own. Recipe recommendations?

Anyway, this was lunch days 4-10, probably.

Crockett got me out of the house for a calamari salad once, and did his best to make me laugh.

The squid on the ketchup did it.

As did the beer stash.

Isn’t he the best?

Anyway, I didn’t waste away to nothing, so clearly food was had. However, I’m so ready to get back to new things – healthy and tasty and exciting things.

And more calamari salad, of course.

I ain’t never loved a man, the way that I, I love you

Wednesday, November 10th, 2010

It did get cold. Brrrrr. When I ran into my mama outside she was wearing SANDALS and making a run for her house before her toes fell off. (Have I mentioned that my gorgeous mama lives less than 100 yards from me? She bought a townhouse in my complex.) The girls and I were making a run for home too – it was semi raining at this point.

Turn out the pumpkin smoothie, not the universe’s most filling breakfast. I topped it off with some (expired) yogurt. This is why I don’t buy individual tubs – they get stuck in the back of the fridge and then when I notice them again it’s November and they expired in September. It looked and smelled fine, though, so I ate it. Expiration dates are baloney, like, 76% of the time. I’m pretty sure.

Insert roughly three hours of banging my head against the desk, trying to work in Java.

(The programming language, not the coffee. I love coffee.  I hate Java.)

I had picked up some ingredients for the dinner we were supposed to have with Crockett’s old friend last night, so I made myself this tasty warm bacon, shallot, spinach and egg salad. (Scroll down for the recipe.)


About damn time, y’all. We’re a third of the way through November here, and this is Colorado.

The dinner that was postponed last night? On for tonight. Cast of characters:

Crockett’s brother Danny, their old friend  Whitney,  Crockett himself, lil P in the middle, and lil L’ s back down there in the corner. Not pictured: Danny’s wife Kim (out of town, which is sad because I love her), and lil A.

Oh, wait, there’s lil A. Dressed, oddly, as Harry Potter.

The apple bread shown above was made from scratch by Danny, and I passed, bummed out but feeling South Beach righteousy. I did not, however, pass on the beer. Which, obviously, not on the diet. Whoops. 2 Below Ale is super tasty. I have a low hops tolerance, and this beer pretty much nails the upper limit while being kind of cozy. Yes, cozy. I called beer cozy. It is.

Crockett has some mad knife skills, yo.

For dinner I made a version of the same salad I had for lunch, minus the egg and mushrooms and plus some roasted apples.

Crockett made the world’s best guacamole and my favorite tamales. Which, if you think about it, was mean.

So I ate one.

I mean, I’d already had a beer. What was a tamale going to hurt?

(I’m totally nailing this self control thing.)

Warm Spinach Salad with Bacon and Eggs

Very slightly adapted from Mark Bittman’s How to Cook Everything.
4 servings.

2 pieces bacon
1 small shallot, thinly sliced
4-6 cups spinach
1/4 cup red vinegar
1/2 Tbs dijon mustard
Apple variation: 1 firm cooking apple, sliced into thin wedges
Egg variation: 4 hard boiled or poached eggs
Optional: anything else you have in your fridge. Pictured: crimini mushrooms.
salt and pepper

Fill the bowl you’ll be serving the salad in with warm water.
Put the bacon in a skillet over medium heat. If absolutely necessary, add a little olive oil to keep it from sticking. When it’s crispy crispy (like if you’d ordered it in a diner and the waitress yelled ‘burn it!’), take the bacon out and add the shallots to the bacon fat. Turn the heat down and cook them for a couple of minutes, until they’re soft and starting to color. When they’re the way you like them, add the vinegar and mustard and stir it all together. Bring it to a low boil while you crumble the bacon and empty and dry the salad bowl.
Add the spinach to the bowl. Sprinkle the bacon over it and pour on the dressing and onions. Toss. For apples: while the dressing skillet is still hot add the apple wedges, one side flat. If necessary, turn the heat up – you want the apples warm and with caramelization on one side. As soon as they reach that stage, throw em in with the salad. For eggs: chop if hardboiled. Throw em’ in with the salad. Anything else: (you guessed it) – throw it in with the salad.

h-HA-ppy halloween!! (Part 2)

Tuesday, November 2nd, 2010

Oh, brunch.

You were delicious the first time.

Not so much when I ate you again on campus.

At least my drive TO school was pretty.

I love the plains right outside the foothills. They’re plain, sure (ha – see what I did there?), but they’re so pretty.

On campus two interesting things happened.

First, I got the computer with the single best name ever.

Appropriate, no?

Then? This boy was showing off? And then he fell. I tried not to laugh. Unsuccessfully. Fortunately, he was fine, negating any ‘bad person’ vibes I may have been sending off.

After school, I met Crockett and our buddies to at Lucky Pie in Louisville celebrate a friend’s birthday. That’s her happy face above.

Crockett and the birthday girl’s husband got there long before I did, but were only on their first beers. Lightweights.

There were other people drinking.


I adore the kitchen at Lucky Pie, but since I worked there (albeit briefly) I always have to resist the urge to walk up to the window and find out what the status of my order is.

After the party, we hit up Crockett’s brother and sister-in-law’s house for some quality family time and some leftover lasagne.

Oh, and a purple nurple. (Otherwise known as grape soda and gin. Crockett’s brother invented it and if you’ve never tried it, stop knocking it in your head. I know you are.)

We all tried on costumes in preparation for Halloween night.

I could own the blond thing, I just chose not to.


That’s Crockett’s mom in there. She’s charming and lovely and smart and if I never see her in this mask again it will be too soon.

Crockett and his brother dressed up as inadvertent twins. Weirdly, it happens with them all the time.

Little A dressed up as a .. surprise in a bag. I guess. Whatever it was, it was a wicked cute costume.

The events continued, but my photography continued less so. And? I’m tired of writing about Halloween. I leave you with this: Bob Ross and Alex Owens.

Perfect, no?

positively supernatural

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

Netflix sent me my Supernatural DVDs (Season 1, Discs 1-3) yesterday.

Just in time for Halloween. Sexy men fighting supernatural creatures is positively the most Halloween worthy thing I can think of – you?

Of course, I didn’t get to start watching said discs until late evening, because I had a ha-YOU-ge* day.

I was starving when I woke up. Starving in the way that a middle class American woman starves, that is, so really I mean ‘pretty hungry’. I was ‘pretty hungry’ when I woke up.

I filled the gaping void with falafel. Falafel – not just for breakfast anymore! (Wait, that doesn’t make sense.) Falafel and Earthbound Farms greens and hummus and my penultimate flatbread, all smooshed together and eaten while doing homework – do I know how to live or what?

It was a ridic level of pretty today, y’all. My commute parallels the mountains, and I have to say – could be uglier.

My delicious soupy lunch was enjoyed while taking notes in class.

Class was boring.

Don’t take my word for it.

Don’t you like how I’ve totally failed to protect his identity in any way with that smiley face? That’s what I was going for. He’s sleeping in class, and he does it every day. Every. Single. Day. He deserves no protection, because he’s either a genius or doesn’t give a flying whoop-de-do.

Once my soup was gone, I entertained myself by quizzing twitter on the random tiny balls of mysterious origin that I found in my backpack.

Don’t you find this mysterious?

How about now?

Twitter decided that they’re some form of silica, despite the lack of anything that needs protection from moisture in my bag. This is why twitter is the best invention ever.

Yeah, Facebook, you heard me.

I also tried to illustrate how fully I embraced purple yesterday.

I followed class with two and a half hours of asking for help. Since I find that quite exhausting and my 3 pm class was cancelled, I left campus and went to get my oil changed.

There was only one piece of reading material available.

Fortunately, the people working at Jiffy Lube entertained me.  They were also super quick, which means I STILL got home earlier than usual. I celebrated by cleaning my house. And then I celebrated cleaning my house with a Guinness, because the Irish love a clean house, amirite?

Since I’d already had soup once, I had to put something else together for dinner. I roasted a sweet potato and mashed it with salt and pepper, then fried an egg and dumped it on top. Delicious.

Brightest roundest yolk I’ve seen in perhaps forever, y’all. It was like a little yellow golf ball in a sea of squishy white.

For dessert? While doing homework?

Cinnamon popcorn. Yes, it started it’s life as microwave popcorn. I added cinnamon and sugar and shook like my life depended on it – then I ate it.


How was your Wednesday?