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you can’t call it cheatin’

Thursday, October 18th, 2012

Monday morning we were in much better shape (due to a distinct lack of residual corned beef, as well as lower alcohol consumption, I suspect) and we made it out of the hotel in time for the tail end of rush hour.

And waffles.

This truck is called Wafels and Dinges. They’re all over the city, but we stopped at the one in Columbus Circle.

I got the Brussels wafel with speculoos spread, which I’ve been reading about for years (or so it feels, I actually have no idea – I mean, doesn’t it feel like you were hearing about burrata when you were just a fetus at this point?)  and it was so fucking delicious that I really was just forced to use a curse word in that sentence.

It was so delicious that I don’t even care that I look like a squinty rabbit in this picture.

I dropped the last quarter of it on the ground.

It was the saddest thing that happened to me in the whole trip.

Crockett went for the special of the day, which was an apple pie waffle. Same waffle, apple pie spread, whipped cream, cinnamon, and lots of love (probably).  I’m sure it was good, but it was no speculoos. Seriously, cookie spread? Sounds so weird! SO NOT WEIRD. SO GOOD.

After Crockett finished his waffle and I had a moment of silence for the city-sidewalk-death of mine, we headed to Chelsea to see Highline Park and (more importantly) the Chelsea Market. Highline Park is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen (<- complete and total lie). It’s like a museum walkway built twenty feet above the ground – the whole thing is only fifteenish feet wide and bedroom and office windows immediately surround it. Neat thing to do with an old train track, but still very strange. Crockett took a bunch of pictures but apparently I wasn’t feeling it, because I have zero. What I do have is a picture of the seafood sliders we shared from The Lobster Place in Chelsea Market. Crab one – good. Shrimp one – eh. Really, who genuinely likes tarragon? I’m asking. Lobster one – quite tasty but still no match for the one at The Empire. (Of COURSE I’m not sucking up to my hometown local, what’choo talkin’ bout.)

From there we hopped over to the Essex St. Market. We were exhausted, but I wanted to see Shopsin’s and get some cookies from Beurre & Sel.

Two shops at the market were closed, everything else was open. Those two shops were Shopsin’s and Beurre & Sel. Sigh. The whole thing was just like a confusing supermarket – it might have been cool if we hadn’t been to Chelsea Market first, but we had. We got Crockett some coconut water and moved on with our lives.

It turned out we were only a few blocks from the famous bagel-er (made up word? Judge says… probably!) Russ & Daughters, so we swung by to round out our brunch of tiny sandwiches.

Lox (don’t ask me what kind – the man behind the counter tried and then just said ‘mild?’ and I said ‘ok!’ and then he asked me what kind of cream cheese and I said ‘what kind do you like’ and he said ‘I like them all’ so I just picked and he said ‘spectacular’ and I couldn’t tell if he was mocking me or what but anyway) and scallion cream cheese on a plain mini bagel. Question: is the defining characteristic of New York bagels an exceptionally chewy crust?

Properly fortified, we headed back to midtown.

We stopped by the LEGO store and I pretended, just for a moment, that I was Liz Lemon. It was very exciting. I tried to talk Crockett into ice skating, because it turns out the rink in Rockefeller Center is there even when the tree isn’t, but then when he said he would it turned out I was just kidding because my feet hurt. Whoops.

Instead, we went by MOMA. Although they were lacking a giant Egyptian statue, their gift shop was way better than the Met’s. I call it a draw on the museums-we-didn’t-actually-go-into showdown.

We had a whole plan. We’d walked off our mini sandwiches, and we were going to have a late lunch at Don Antonio, another pizza place on my list-of-NY-pizza places (a list that didn’t actually include any traditional NY style pie places but wev), then nap, then head back out.

We showed up at Don Antonio at 3:31, and they were closed from 3:30 to 4:30. Their website said nothing about that, so I whined for awhile, and Crockett decided to move the nap up the list of things to do – I only made it a few blocks before freaking out and insisting I needed a drink and a chair asap.

I’m sometimes quite charming to travel with.

Victor’s Cafe saved me!

A daiquiri …

an avocado filled with bacon and tomato and monterey jack served with plaintain chips…

and some pretty hilarious avocado-as-creepy-crawly artwork by Crockett …

put the smile back on my face. (I think I took like seven pictures. Crockett was smiling in most of them  but I looked like an idiot. I have no idea what’s happening with him in this one but it’s my blog so HA. This may have been immediately after the bartender was talking about how he’d accidentally auditioned for a porn, so maybe Crockett’s mulling that over.)

The avocado didn’t turn out to be enough food, and it was a little after four thirty by the time we finished at Victor’s, so we decided to head back to Don Antonio. They’re doing traditional Neapolitan pizza, just like Motorino, but with some twists.

Crockett started with a beer that had a gorgeous label, and I had some … wine. People, I don’t even know anymore. A lot of things happened in these days, and many of those things were wine, ok?

We ordered two pizzas, even though we weren’t starving, because we absolutely had to try the house specialty. (This is not it.) This is a sausage pizza with fresh mozzarella and pistachio pesto that reminded me very much of the pizzas they sell on the street in Turkey. It got better with every bite, and was it’s absolute best at room temperature. Strange but true.

This is the house specialty. The dough is lightly fried prior to being topped with sauce and smoked mozzarella and baked. It was bizarre, and as far as ‘pizza’ goes it wasn’t anything special, but as a food all on it’s own? Fried bread with tasty sauce and cheese? I could eat that every single day. Also, it was $12, which struck me as crazy reasonable, especially considering we were in midtown Manhattan.

We had lots of leftovers and took them home, but I had to stop one more time before we hit the hotel.

Pinkberry peanut butter froyo! We don’t have Pinkberry in CO, so how could I resist?

I’m not going to lie -we almost didn’t make it back out of the hotel after all that. We’d walked for hours, eaten a bunch, drank… we were wiped. We napped until seven and then rallied, though, because we were in New York freaking City.

We went to the Apple Store.

Nope, not at all kidding.

Then we walked cross town to Hell’s Kitchen, to yet another place I’d stumbled across in my internet explorations of the city. It’s called Caseulla, and they specialize in wine and cheese. Naturally, we had some wine and cheese. Crockett also had a mead called Viking’s Blood, and everyone around us at the bar was fascinated and had to taste it too. Then our bartender tried to pick up our bar neighbor, even though he was pretty clearly already on a date.

Then we ate bacon popcorn and I realized it was Crockett’s birthday, because it was past midnight.

The bartender brought us goat cheese and Nutella truffles to celebrate, we ate them, and then we walked home.  It was our last night, but we were seriously wiped, so we decided to have one more drink at the hotel bar and then call it a night.  We did not see Chase Crawford or Blake Lively, but we did have cozy seats by the fireplace, so I think we made the right call. Then we slept hard. NY is exhausting, have I mentioned that?

 

 

 

 

 

 

many many responsibilities

Sunday, August 19th, 2012

I started my new job on June 4th – this Monday will mark the beginning of my twelfth week.

I’m kind of used to it now – to going to work in the morning and coming home in the afternoon and usually packing a lunch. This week, though, i started messing with my schedule – instead of running in the morning, I’ve been running at lunchtime. It’s nice because I get to sleep in a little, but I’m usually not hungry right after I run, so my lunch ends up just being nibbles of whatever I brought all afternoon.

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On Thursday I just had lots of snacky stuff. Tofu, a pretty good peach, peach pie, nuts, and the scalloped tomatoes with croutons.

I actually ate everything but the tofu – I just didn’t really feel like it. And then I was starving when I got home. Serves me right.

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I had some cheese and some naan and some wine when I got home.

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Then Crockett heated me up some semi-vindaloo and I ate it while we watched the last episode of the first season of The Walking Dead.

My favorite part of that show is when the lead character forgets to use his American accent.

(I’m calling the semi-vindaloo semi because it’s just pork simmered with onions in vindaloo spices and coconut milk. I think real vindaloo has a lot more going on.)

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Yesterday for lunch, my whole team (14 people!) went to Carino’s Italian Grill. It was seriously terrible. First of all, there is no such thing as a good restaurant experience when 14 people order at the same time – at least not somewhere with one server per section and a lunchtime rush. One guy ordered the unlimited soup, salad, and breadstick lunch, and got his second bowl of soup almost twenty minutes after he requested it. Another guy ordered a glass of wine – and it came with the check.

The bread on my meatball sandwich was good, but the meatballs were… odd. There was something GREEN in them. Pepperoncini, maybe? The fries were covered with parmesan cheese, which was the only good thing about them. At all.

Plus the whole thing literally took like two hours.

My night was a much better experience. It was the last Louisville Street Faire, so Crockett and I met up with some friends and my mom and took in some tunes and some drinks and generally painted the town red. We got home at after 1, which is SO LATE.

I got up at 11 today.

It’s like I’m in my twenties or something up in here y’all.

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Is it weird that I took a picture of my mom and myself in the bathroom of a restaurant? No? Thanks, I didn’t think so either.

How was your Friday night?

TOMATOES

Friday, August 17th, 2012

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So I’m sure you don’t know that tomatoes are awesome right now. Because of how you don’t go to any stores or look at the internet at all.

These are some heirloom babies that Crockett and I picked up at Whole Foods. Yes, they were $4 a pound. Yes, I find that entirely reasonable. I wanted to use them for BLATs, but then I forgot, and then they’d been on the counter for several days….

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And then they (and a buttload of my purple basil) were this.

Isn’t buttload a charming word to use when referring to food?

Other things that happened yesterday:

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More Fresca (consumed while everyone else was eating lunch and I just got back from the gym).

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A tiny chunk of super tasty Murray’s fromager d’affinois (it’s sort of like brie and sort of like butter and sort of completely awesome).

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Some of the Whole Foods sweet chili tofu that I definitely should have already eaten…

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and a peach – not pictured, peach pie.

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These bowls of rice and cottage cheese are not for me. As shocking as that may sound. My Cloey has been having some digestive issues lately, and on the vets instructions she’s on bland foods for a couple of days. The bowl on the right is for Maida – she gets a little rice and cottage cheese with her dog food so she doesn’t feel left out.

I’m not actually sure if she’s capable of feeling left out, but I would feel like she’s left out, and that’s close enough.

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Also? I intentionally drank red wine for the first time since May. That was a weird choice.

I wish

Tuesday, July 24th, 2012

I wish that people were honest about how distracting dangly earrings are when you’re wearing them.

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Especially when they jingle.

I wish that everyone was lucky enough to have coworkers who brought them home presents from business trips.

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Even if those present are shoes with claws.

I wish you didn’t think that was a hypodermic needle. Come on, guys. It’s powdered sunscreen. We walk outside after lunch most days.

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I wish that I liked green tea as much as I love Kashi. Green tea is good for you, and it has such cool names!

I still hate it.

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I wish that biting all the delicious mango off the mango seed didn’t leave grody strings in my teeth.

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I wish I’d remembered to bring vegetables with lunch today. Instead, I remembered the chicken and chickpea curry (Maya Kaimal, y’all), but had to buy the veggies from the cafeteria. They cost $2.38. I was cranky, but full.

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I wish every house were required to have window boxes full of flowers.

This is not my house. My house does not have window boxes full of flowers.

Finally?

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I wish I could eat Humboldt Fog with honey and crackers and fresh blueberries for dinner every day for the rest of my natural life.

… Ok, I could actually probably make that last one happen, at least for awhile. I’d probably get tired of it if it didn’t feel like a treat, you know?

Or not. Man, I love me some goat cheese.

P.S. I feel like I dropped a lot of brand names today. I guess I was feeling lazy? Who knows. None of these brands know or care that I’m talking about them.

P.P.S. Everyone loves them some goat cheese, right?

good freaking point

Wednesday, November 9th, 2011

This morning, while I was at school waiting for a class to start, I read an article called What We Eat While We Wait for Thanksgiving over at The Kitchn.

Then I went grocery shopping.

(Ok – first I waited for my classes to end. And I actually had to go to the store anyway. But for the sake of this narrative, let’s pretend I read the article and immediately jaunted off to the market, ok?)

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I absolutely love fall food. I love squash and pumpkin and apples and sweet potatoes. To put a finer point on it: I love Thanksgiving food.

Turkey? Yes. Brussels sprouts? Yes. Sweet potato casserole? Yes.

Cranberry sauce?

Fuck. Yes.

It’s not Thanksgiving yet, and I’ve already been perusing recipes for a Thanksgiving cranberry sauce.

Then I read that article, and Costco had 3 pound bags of fresh cranberries for $4.99, and I felt like I was hit over the head by a culinary anvil.

I CAN HAVE CRANBERRY SAUCE NOW.

We fill certain foods away in certain slots, and for me cranberry sauce never made it out of it’s little niche – until today. I came home, I threw 4 cups of the cranberries into a pot with 1/4 cup each of sugar and orange juice and 1/4 teaspoon of salt, and I let it bubble away while I toasted a piece of bread, spread it with goat cheese, and heated some boxed butternut squash soup.

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It was Thanksgiving in my mouth. And there’s more in my fridge.

I’m glad I finally woke up.

What foods do you love but wait to eat?

Sandra Bullock

Friday, October 28th, 2011

She’s so adorable, is she not? She was 27 when this cute shit was filmed in 1991, and I was 10 in 1991… so perhaps she’s too old to want to hang out with me – but I would totally chill with her all the live long day.

(I have Speed playing was I write this. Dude, my brother and I must have watched this movie once every other week when I was in high school. The only movie that was higher on the rotation list was, obviously, Tremors.)

I didn’t get to see Sandra today.

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Since I used up my steel cut oats on Tuesday, I decided to try something new. It was $3.19 for a one pound bag, making it more expensive than oats from the bulk bins at Whole Foods. However, it’s five grains are rolled whole wheat, rye, oats, barley, and triticale. And it has flaxseed. It sounded like something in there would probably be chewy, and I’m sure it’s 100% healthy.

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I cooked it up with water and some frozen cherries, for sweetness and because frozen cherries are proof that Costco loves me and wants me to be happy.

Sadly, it was pretty chew free. It was texturally interesting, though, so I’ll definitely finish the bag.

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This is the only picture I took today in natural light. I walked the girls before I left for school (like I do every day), and this tree with the sun rising behind it was just too gorgeous. Sadly, it was 22 degrees, so I think the rest of the world missed this.

Then – lecture (teaching, not taking), meetings, lunch (Malt ‘O Meal with peanut butter – I decided no one wants to see more hot cereal), gym….

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I got home midafternoon and tackled my pile of homework. I need to get ahead of the game on homework because I have this paper that was submitted to a conference that isn’t done, and if our abstract is accepted then they’ll expect us to actually have the paper. And right now I’m the hold up. Sigh.

Crockett went to hang out with his niblings (children of his sibling), so when dinner rolled around I knew exactly what to cook.

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Romanesco broccoli. (It’s actually cauliflower). If you haven’t seen it before (like Crockett), it can be a little scary.

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He thinks it looks like someone was messing around with genetics, but it’s been available in Italy since at least the 16th century.  It’s just one of those things. I actually bought it two weeks ago, and I kept thinking I would do something special with it since it’s so wacky looking, but that special idea never came. I just plain roasted it.

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I saved Crockett a piece, though. So he wouldn’t feel left out.

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I am in the process of eating half the cauliflower (the other half is in the fridge) with some butternut squash soup from a box that I added some yellow curry powder to, and some crackers and goat cheese.

Yum.

 

 

 

 

days go by

Thursday, October 27th, 2011

Yesterday’s breakfast:

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Today’s breakfast:

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Both were pumpkin oats, but yesterday’s used the last of the steel cut oats, so today’s used rolled oats. The rolled oats were definitely gluier, which helped while eating in the car, but the steel cut oats are better in all other ways.

I’m so picky.

Yesterday’s lunch:

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A mixed up plate of raw mushrooms, frozen grapes, cheese, and crackers, with lots and lots of tea. I felt like crap when I got home from school yesterday – I think I didn’t get enough sleep Monday night. I’ve been having really irritating dreams. Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up and jerked all the blankets off Crockett, looked around all panicked, and then went back to sleep. Apparently.

Today’s lunch:

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I went to school, came home, ate an apple, went to the gym, did a quick upper body workout and ran 2 miles with speedwork (quarter mile warm up, repeats of a tenth of a mile each of 6 mph, 6.5 mph, and 7 mph, quarter mile cool down), and went to the grocery store for the very important half and half… and then realized it was 3:50 and all I’d had for lunch was an apple.

Enter the Morningstar Farms Veggie Bacon, Cheese, and Egg biscuit. 45 second in the microwave, a lifetime in mah belly. (I don’t think that’s how that goes.) I microwaved it for too long because I forgot the instructions, but it was delicious anyway. Whoever does the taste testing for Morningstar Farms must have my same tastebuds, I swear – there is nothing they make that I don’t like. (As I’ve said before, they have no idea who I am and in no way requested that I eat their stuff.)

Yesterday’s dinner:

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Part of my recent grocery pledge was to eat through some of the protein we had in the freezer. Cue the organic ground beef that had a sell by date of 18 months ago. (It’s been frozen the whole time, so it was fine.)

Beef isn’t really something I’m comfortable cooking. Fortunately, Crockett is – enter the panfried burger! (I made onions and mushrooms to go on top, and shaved brussels sprouts salad for the side.) We ate them open faced and they were delicious. Good beef, well cooked, is a glorious thing.

Tonight’s dinner:

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Eggs softly scrambled with chopped onions and garlic and chopped basil, topped with goat cheese, and sweet potato chips (thinly sliced sweet potatoes tossed with olive oil and salt and baked for ~25 minutes in a 400 degree oven).

Yesterday’s view:

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On my way to my car, in Golden.

Today’s view:

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In Crockett’s car (it’s the one with four wheel drive) on the way to Golden.

Yesterday’s favorite thing:

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This fence makes me think of the secret garden every time I walk past it.

Today’s favorite thing:

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The fake vampire in the gym, whose sign changes a few times a week.

SNOW. (Apparently it will be 70 again by Monday. This is one of those things about the Front Range.)

it’s not very interesting being me this week

Tuesday, October 11th, 2011

I went into this week with a series of very important tasks. I have a midterm tomorrow, a take home midterm due Friday, and three homework assignments due either tomorrow or Friday.

I have finished two of the assignments and most of the third, and begun to study for tomorrow’s exam.

The most interesting thing that has happened so far is the fact that yesterday my tenant emailed me to let me know he was distinctly lacking in the hot water department. I took a few minutes off of studying yesterday afternoon to pop over and see if I could relight the pilot – but there was a gigantic puddle of water under the heater. Turns out, that’s not a good sign.

I then took more time off of studying to go to Home Depot and pick out a new water heater. It’s being installed today by a man named Michael Myers.

I think that’s awesome.

That his name is Mike Myers, not that I had to buy a new water heater that I can’t really afford.

cherry oatmeal

Before the water heater debacle, I went to class – an endeavor fueled by stone ground oats mixed with cottage cheese and cherries. (The cherries were frozen, so I stuck a bunch in saucepan and cooked them down into an unsweeted jam over the weekend – that’s the big blob in the middle of the oats).

white bean and mushroom soup

Back home again, I finally finished the white bean and mushroom soup I made last week. I take my new not throwing food away rule very seriously – this soup is like a week old. It was still pretty good.

pluot

Afterwards, I wanted chocolate but settled for an enormous pluot.

brie and olives

Crockett got home at about 4 and hadn’t eaten lunch yet, so he made himself a monster sandwich – to keep my appetite in sync, I had a couple of pieces of bread with brie and a few olives.

SO DELICIOUS.

I don’t know why I don’t eat just cheese and bread all the time.

fish cakes

Oh, right, this is why I don’t.

White Fish Cakes
Based on Salmon Croquettes, from How To Cook Everything On-The-Go

2 small white fish fillets (I used flounder)
2 small russet potatoes
2 shallots
1 clove garlic
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
1 egg
1/2 cup finely torn or chopped pieces of bread (crusts ok)
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 tablespoon melted butter

Prick the potatoes all over with a fork and microwave them for 7 minutes, stopping once to flip them over. Set aside to cool a little bit.

Pan fry the fish with a little salt in a non-stick pan over medium high heat. If you have thin fillets, it will take less than two minutes per side. Set aside.

Peel the potatoes and add them to a bowl in chunks. Finely chop or grate the shallots and garlic into the bowl, and then add the mustard, olive oil, and egg. Mash it all up.

Add the bread crumbs and the fish, and stir until the fish has broken up and is pretty evenly distributed. Form the mixture into six or seven palm size patties, and refrigerate until you’re ready for dinner.

When you’re ready to cook, heat your same non-stick pan over medium to medium low. Brush the patties on one side with melted butter (thinly) and add to the pan. Cook for 5 – 7 minutes, or until the bottom is nicely brown. Brush the exposed side with butter and flip, cooking until they’re warm through and the bottom browns again.

Serve with lemon wedges.

We ate ours with roasted asparagus and leftover brussels sprouts salad.

Mmmm.

Brain food.

flu shot friday

Saturday, October 1st, 2011

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The tazmanian devil (upsidedown) helped me get through the pain of my flu shot.

I’m so-so on things like flu shots – especially as a relatively healthy young person. However, flu shots are free and encouraged at school, and while TAing I feel like I’m probably extra at risk. I went for it yesterday, not considering how crappy it was going to make my arm feel and how that was going to impact my planned workout (spoiler alert – I skipped the workout all together in favor of happy hour. It’s the flu shot’s fault, I swear.)

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Lunch was another version of Thursday’s watermelon salad. I swapped out the mixed greens for just arugula, and topped the whole shebang with a little bit of warm pulled pork. The pork perfectly filled the hole that I’d said needed mango or avocado. This was so good. SO GOOD.

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Also? Yoplait parfait.

So gross. (I literally threw half away, which I HATE doing, but it was just nasty. I think it might have been good if I hadn’t just had so much natural sugar in the watermelon – it tasted super chemically.)

I took the dogs for a walk and then futzed around my homework for awhile. (Futzing around your homework: looking at it, ostensibly creating a plan of attack, without actually doing anything useful.)

Then Crockett said ‘let’s go play’ and I said ‘badass. Let’s do it.’

We went to the Empire. Since I ate lunch fairly late, I focused mainly on the happy hour menu in lieu of dinner.

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Fried chickpeas (shared with Crockett).

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I usually have the same thing to drink here (Basa, a Spanish Verdejo), but tonight I decided to branch out.

This is the Bubby St. G – a mix of St. Germaine, gin, prosecco, and lemon. It’s just barely sweet, just barely bubbly, and quite delicious.

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To round it out the meal, I had a piece of Humboldt Fog with some crunchy bread.

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Crockett went with the pulled pork sandwich (because apparently he hasn’t had enough lately?), and Dale’s Pale Ale.

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Sometimes, happiness is a local restaurant with tasty food.

Right now they have a High Holidays menu, too, but I wasn’t hungry enough to dive in. Maybe we’ll go back before they’re over, and I can have me some kugel.

After dinner we went home to watch Paul – it was surprisingly sweet, but lacked the hilarity of Shaun of the Dead. It did only further my love for Kristen Wiig, so if you like her, I totally recommend it.

 

somewhere, after the degree….

Friday, September 30th, 2011

One day, in the not too distant future, I will in fact eat a meal somewhere other than my car, my office, or the kitchen table surrounded by school books.

it’s true.

That day is definitely not today.

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First, I ate oatmeal while grading homework. (I do have a grader but the first exam is next week and the kids need their homework back and oh also my grader has mono. Yeah, that’s happening.)

I had a whole thing with oats this summer. I was all ‘we’re together every day and I think it’s getting old, I want to see other breakfasts’ and they were all ‘but you know you love us and your heart loves us too’ and finally, sometime in July, I said no. I broke it off with them.

They assured me I’d be back.

And here I am.

And it’s true. I missed them. This particular batch had shredded coconut, a chopped pear, and cottage cheese. It was good, but I’ve lost my knack for the perfect bowl. It’s ok, I’ll try again tomorrow. I know they’ll always be there for me.

I lectured again (test review) and unlike last week, I pretty much nailed it today.

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I celebrated with a kickass salad. Seriously, this was insane. It’s a slab of watermelon drizzled with balsamic vinaigrette, topped with mixed greens, chopped tomato, and enough goat cheese that it might just be cheaper for me to raise a damn goat in the backyard.

It could have used something soft and mild – avocado, maybe? Again, I can always try tomorrow. There is half a watermelon haunting me from the fridge.

Not pictured, four mugs of tea consumed in between screaming-at-my-SO-poorly-written-textbooks jags.

I finished up an assignment that’s been killing me around 7, so I went to the gym and ran like a nutball. Too fast, arms and legs flailing, red faced – the whole shebang.

It totally made me feel better.

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Now we’re having the pork that smelled so good yesterday.

And good it is.

Off to watch either Paul (if I win) or True Blood (if Crockett wins) until I start feeling guilty and must return to the desk.

Happy almost Friday, y’all.