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Wednesday, August 3rd, 2011

Could this be any uglier?

I know.

While Crockett is out of town, I’m working in his office instead of our kitchen table. Even the glorious window doesn’t make this smoothie more attractive, does it?

It was pretty delicious, though. I bought a big flat of peaches over the weekend and peeled, sliced, and froze them. For this smoothie I mixed them with cottage cheese, cinnamon, nutmeg, frozen bananas, and a little vanilla.

Peach pie in an ugly ugly soup.

I love his office, though. The window looks out over the backyard, so when I feel like stopping for a break, I can watch the girls chase squirrels. It’s like exercising by association.

Lunch – even cereal is special when you eat it with a spoon that has your initial on it. (Plus fresh peaches. Cereal is special with fresh peaches AND monogrammed spoons.)

After lunch I had to run to the doctor’s office. My doctor’s office is right next to a big high school, so I thought after my appointment I’d do some track work.

You know what helps with running on a track?

If you put your shoes in your car like you meant to.

Instead of leaving them sitting on the couch.

By the time I’d figured out I didn’t have my shoes and had run to the grocery store and had walked the dogs, I no longer had time to run. I had a very exciting happy hour date.

Hellooooo Chilis Happy Hour.

As illustrated by my lovely date, Chili’s gives you two tiny drinks for the price of one. I actually sweettalked our server into putting mine in one big glass, but I think Yvonne likes the little glasses. You know, so she can pretend to be a giant.

Everyone likes to pretend to be a giant.

tooooo many strawberries

Wednesday, April 6th, 2011

I am such a gigantic sucker for enormous containers of reasonably priced fruit.

Even when I look at all of the containers and see that several of them have already crossed over the line into visible mold.

And I suspect that said visible mold might be the source of the reasonable price.

What I’m trying to say is that I’m rapidly losing strawberries to gross softness and, yes, mold.

I had to combine them with these wacky organic frosted mini wheats that I bought awhile ago and put on top of the fridge and then forgot about.

Sure, they LOOK ok – that’s how they get you.

Ok, fine. They weren’t all bad. I’m guessing I have about eight hours to deal with the remaining pound, though.

I’m thinking New York Cheesecake with strawberry sauce.

Two nights ago I made chicken parmesan.

That doesn’t have anything to do with strawberries.

Crockett remembers chicken parm as being cafeteria food, so I though I’d see if I could improve upon it.

Chicken Parmesan
Inspired by a Cooking Light recipe I can no longer find

Two chicken breasts
1/4 cup flour
1/4 cup grated romano cheese (yes, this does remove it the ‘parmesan’ from chicken parm – I like romano more so this is what I keep on hand)
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon fresh ground black pepper
1-2 egg whites or 1/4 cup purchased egg white
1 cup tomato sauce (I bought mine – I’m half Italian, sue me)
3/4 cup grated mozzarella

  1. Heat your oven to 400, and grab an oven safe dish that will about hold your two flattened breasts.
  2. Ha.
  3. Mix together the flour, cheese, salt, and pepper in a flat dish or on a plate.
  4. Pour the egg whites into another flat dish.
  5. Put the chicken somewhere safe and cover it with plastic wrap, and then smack the thick halves of the breasts a bunch of times until it’s they’re the same thickness as the thin halves. (The plastic wrap is to stop chicken juice from getting everywhere with each wack. It’s possible that I’m too enthusiastic about this part.)
  6. Put a non-stick pan on the stovetop over medium high heat.
  7. Rinse the wacked breasts off and pat them dry with paper towels, and then dip them in the egg, and then lay each side in the flour cheese mix. You know how chicken breasts have a smooth side and a craggy side? Start with the craggy side, then flip for the smooth side, then lift the breast into the hot pan. Do the same with the other breast, and while the bottoms (smooth sides) brown, use your fingers to sprinkle any leftover flour mixture onto the top in areas that didn’t get a lot of coverage.
  8. When the bottoms are brown, flip and brown the top sides.
  9. Pour two quarter cup piles of tomato sauce into your dish, and place a breast on each. Top them each with half of the remaining sauce, and sprinkle with the mozzarella cheese.
  10. Bake for 15-20 minutes, or until the mozzarella is browned around the edges and the chicken is cooked through.

Honestly, I’m not sure I NAILED it, but I beat the hell out of Crockett’s elementary school experience, so I’m placing this at least tentatively in the win column.



Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

I’m not going to say that Crockett brought home a ‘Glee Greatest Hits’ CD from his trip.

But I’m not going to say that he didn’t, either.

Yesterday I woke up ravenous. Like, waiting for oatmeal seemed ridiculous even though it only takes like four minutes ravenous.

Fortunately, Frosted Mini Wheats are always there for me. This was the bottom of the box, too, which is totally the best part because of all the little sugary nubbins that end up down there – you know, the ones that turn to sweet mush in the milk? I love those things.

Yes, I did spend all morning doing homework.

No, I don’t find anything amusing about S -> aSS. Unless you do. In which case I totally do too.

Leftover tuna casserole = good. This kiwi = bad. This is why I hate buying fruit in packs – four kiwis in a plastic container may seem like a good deal (it really was, from a price-per-kiwi perspective), but if one or more of the kiwis is icky you won’t know until you get home.

I ate it anyway, because I paid for it. Damn it.

Eating with the door open and the spring breeze blowing into the house made the kiwi very slightly more bearable.

Ha. Bearable. And there’s a mug from the Black Bear Inn of Vail. See what I did there? BEARable? I’m awesome today.

Then I walked the dogs, ran myself, grocery shopped, dog food shopped, and painted my fingernails.

All this and the only thing I’d had to drink with lunch was peppermint tea. Nary a coffee bean in sight.

Also, the pet food store I go to has a frequent buyer card – buy 12 bags of the same dog food and get the 13th free. Yesterday was my 12th bag, so I took home my free 13th bag at the same time.

I love free stuff.

For some reason all day long I was thinking about quiche. I never actually got it together to MAKE quiche, but since it stayed with me all day I scrambled some eggs with goat cheese for dinner. Crockett brought home all of this boy food from the mountains – you know, generic ‘wheat’ hamburger buns and the like – and the bottom of one of those made the perfect squishy plate for my eggs.

I did the asparagus for 45 seconds in the microwave with a little olive oil and salt. Sure, it wasn’t quite as delicious as if it had spent 30 minutes in the oven and gotten all crispy around the edges, but for the level of effort? Totally acceptable.

Turns out at some point in my getting-stuff-done day I’d broken the garbage disposal.

How dare you mentally accuse me of breaking it just so I could watch Crockett be all handy-manny. I would never do such a thing.


walk like an egyptian

Sunday, February 6th, 2011

I’m not a good sick person.

I spend a lot of time declaring my imminent death, and time starts to blur together.

Friday night was first Friday, but in the war between art and whining about my cold, whining won. We ended up going downtown Louisville, where we actually saw some art anyway – which basically means that my cold is some kind of magic eight ball.

Crockett had butternut squash risotto. It was delicious.

As if there were any suspense to be had….

I had the calamari salad.

Saturday morning I woke up sick and ravenous.

Is it feed a fever starve a cold? Because if it’s that way I’m definitely doing it wrong.

I filled the bowl up as full as humanly possible.

I was watched. Or my cereal was watched.

It’s so hard to know what’s going on in the head of a puppy.

Friends of ours had a co-ed baby shower yesterday, so we got nibblies for lunch, and then Crockett took off in the middle of a snowstorm for a mountain weekend with the boys.

What’s a sickish girl to eat when she’s all alone with snow and her puppies?

Butternut squash soup from a box, of course. With a little (ok, a lot of) hot sauce, poured over a spoonful of yogurt (invisible but there), and topped with some toasted pecans.

So yummy.

I do have a perfectly good office somewhere in this house, in case you’re wondering – I just choose not to work there.

See? Snow.

Just in case you thought I was lying.

follow through

Sunday, November 7th, 2010

Yesterday was a day of big plans and very little success.

Planned: start my hearth healthy diet, do homework, clean my house in preparation for the lunch I’m having today, run, and then head down to Denver for a sleepover with some of my favorite ladies.

However, I woke up at Crockett’s and hadn’t given him appropriate notice with regard to the diet. Plus, he grocery shops like once every three weeks, so even if I had it’s unlikely he would have been able to whip up a super fancy low carb low fat phase 1 South Beach appropriate breakfast. He did well though – he busted out his signature delicious weekend breakfast staple. ______ chilaquiles.

Chilaquiles, if you’re not familiar, are usually tortilla chips cooked with salsa and eggs, making sort of a crispy eggy tasty mashup. Crockett has developed an ability to turn anything into a delicious chilaquile. This particular version was based on leftover barbeque chicken pizza. South Beach friendly? Nope. Delicious? Yes.

Then we spent several hours attempting to install Snow Leopard on my Dell, after I swapped out my RAM and hard drive for faster and larger versions, respectively. Apparently, such a thing is called a Hackintosh. Hackintosh. Say it out loud, it’s fun.

Sadly, we failed, and I had to come home and reinstall XP. (There was a failed Windows 7 attempt in there somewhere too, if you’re curious. And I call myself a computer scientist.)

I spent an hour or so in the kitchen making zucchini cakes and soup for my lunch today. The zucchini cakes are grated zucchini, pumpkin soup, and eggs. I made a whole bunch, because zucchini apparently quadruples in size when you grate it. Who knew.

Then I returned to setting up my computer, and did so for many many hours. Apparently. In my defense, I had a lot of programs to install.

Our sleepover was postponed due to sickness and ennui.

I even managed to bore my girls. Maida found it necessary to take every toy out of the box, one by one, and strew them across the floor. (Can you tell which one is her?)

“Bored now, Mom. Entertain me.” I took them for a night walk, which we don’t usually do. Crockett was downtown crashing the parties of strangers. (That’s true.)

Night dogs – much shinier than day dogs.

I did well at lunch, South Beach wise. I did. I had zucchini cakes and a handful of almonds. However, at dinner, I cracked.

I think I have a sugar problem.

big days, y’all. big days.

Saturday, November 6th, 2010

Yes, it’s Friday night, and I’m talking about Wednesday. The last couple of days have been a thrilling gigantic pain in the ass. (Betcha didn’t know such a thing was possible.)

The Kitch’n had this post recently on hot breakfasts, and they mentioned Cream of Wheat. I ate a lot of cream of wheat when I was younger, but my tastes have matured.

Now I eat Malt O’ Meal.

This version had pumpkin butter stirred in and some homemade cranberry sauce (add sugar and orange juice to cranberries – cook – taste – add more sugar and a pinch of salt – taste – add more sugar (or not) – cook)).

After lunch I took the chicas for a nice walk and then got down to studying, as I had an exam yesterday. On Wednesday, yesterday was tomorrow. Got that?

Something was going on outside that fascinated Cloey. I think it may have been the garbage truck.

Silly dog.

This, darlings, is what became of the onions from Tuesday. I left them in the slow cooker alone for several hours, and then added a can of pumpkin, two cups of vegetable stock, a can of navy beans, a can of white kidney beans, a bay leaf, two sage leaves, and some chili powder. Another 4 hours in the slow cooker and I blended it all up and stuck it in the fridge. The original concept was vegetarian pumpkin chili, but it ended up being more of a thick bean soup. Either way, tasty, and a perfect compliment to my apple cheddar scones.

I wore my favorite earrings.

No, that has nothing to do with anything. They’re just my favorite.

At school I had a couple of bad meetings, but I did get a 40 minute run in. I figure if you add that to the thirty minute run I did on Tuesday, I only ended up being ten minutes short of my 80 minute goal. (Wednesday was supposed to be a rest day. Also, I am aware that the 80 minutes is to get you used to running for that long. But whatever.)

After school I stole Crockett away from work and made him go out with me to my favorite restaurant for my favorite food in the whole world.

Oh, you’d like to know what you’re looking at? Why, Calamari Salad from The Empire, of course.

We ate at the bar (our MO), and chatted with our favorite local opera singer.

No, really. He’s an opera singer. He sang for Crockett on his birthday and in a few weeks he’s moving to San Diego to be a part of the opera company there.

I mostly just wanted to get this in there so that when he’s all famous I can point to this for proof.

Then? Homework.

With the occasional break to use permanent marker to write my name on Crockett. (This is his foot.) What? He’s mine now. That’s what permanent markers are for.

Tuesday breakfast

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010

Oh, this old thing?
This is what I’ve been eating since Sunday, because I’m too tired to cook.

Wednesday breakfast

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

I’m not feeling very well, and when that’s the case I tend to eat like a four year old. Not because it’s easier on me, necessarily, but because there’s a feeling of safety and comfort with food like that.

Kix, strawberries, soymilk.