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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.)

whaa?

Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

I just deleted a spam comment that included a spoiler from the season premiere of Glee. Low blow, spammers, low blow.

This whole no sugar thing does not lend itself to easily grabbed foods.

Unless you have things already prepared. And the only thing I had prepared was my last jalepeno spinach fritatta muffin.

To fill the caloric gap, I turned to the trusty celery vehicle and peanut butter.

Speaking of peanut butter – there are no pictures from dinner last night because Crockett was at a concert and dinner was me, a spoon, and a freshly opened jar of chunky pb.

Sometimes that’s just how you need to roll, you know?

Unshockingly, some peanut butter and a tiny muffin did not carry me happily through the morning. When I got home at 1:45, I was so hungry I was nauseous. Poor, poor planning.

I literally ate the first diet appropriate things that my hands landed on – a little Laughing Cow mozzarella and basil cheese wedge mixed up with some watery tomatoes, some hummus, half a package of button mushrooms to scoop it to my mouth, and some pickles. (Not pictured, the many many mushrooms with hummus that accidentally fell into my mouth on the way to the table.)

It was roughly as appealing as it looks, but I ate the hell out of it.

(Crockett just looked over my shoulder and asked what those delicious looking mushrooms are – so perhaps the pink sauce is in fact good looking if you didn’t eat it.)

Eating gave me enough energy to go for a short run in mah new shoes that I keep forgetting to write about, and then I showered and found that I desperately needed tea. Warm, sweet (artificial), delicious chai tea.

Oh, and also string cheese.

Because string cheese, yo.

I’m getting down to work now in our new kitchen accoutrement. This stool actually came from my townhouse, and when I moved into Crockett’s house we couldn’t find a place for it. We just today realized that all the way down, it’s roughly kitchen table height.

Also, it’s adorable.

It makes me feel like Judy Jetson. And everyone knows she was really good at statistics.

 

 

 

 

 

Wordless Wednesday

Wednesday, April 13th, 2011

papa-paparazzi

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.

Probably.

back in the groove

Monday, January 31st, 2011

Let’s just get this out of the way.

Emma, what did you do today?

Homework. Oh, and? A trip to the mall with my man, because we had a gift certificate.

Homework and the mall.

You have no idea how adventurous I feel right now.

Crockett made me his signature brain-food breakfast. I love eggs and avocados – it’s like all the best fats, mushed together.

We’re starting to lose our bizarre mid-January heat wave. Between that and me being all focussy, the chicas had quite the relaxed day.

Before we hit up Williams Sonoma with our $20 piece of magic paper, we stopped by the OLI for green chili…

… and a chicken panini with sweet potato fries.

There’s no bad here, y’all. This green chili is my favorite, and these fries?

Yes please.

When we hit the mall, Crockett gave some serious thought to whether or not we need new drinkware…

…while I found what are clearly the coolest dessert plates ever.

Sadly, we bought neither, since this is Crate & Barrel and we were WS bound.

Still, Emma dessert plates.

play well with others

Friday, November 26th, 2010

Crockett’s dad was supposed to head home Monday night, but ice pellets in Chicago stopped him.

While it was a hassle for him, he did get to experience Crockett’s signature egg and avocado breakfast.

We after breakfast, we headed out on a little field trip and left the girls guarding Crockett’s house. See, while Crockett’s dad didn’t make it home to New York, his bag did. We went to Kohl’s to pick him up a couple of shirts and… you know, whatever else men need if they’re several days without their stuff.

While CD shopped, Crockett and I wandered around – something that can be dangerous the week before Christmas sales. The aisles were full of stocking stuffers, one of which seemed to be perfect for me and me alone.

I love Puppies.

I don’t know what such a video game might consist of, and I don’t have a game system to play it on, but since I do love puppies I carried it around with me all day.

Then we swung by Costco. It wasn’t as busy as I’d feared, and we got all kinds of samples and loaded up on Turkey day groceries. Please note the gigantic bag of celery (and ignore the 10 pound sack of sugar).

Most of the samples we saw went directly from the sample table to mah belleh, but this one made it’s way into my purse to be enjoyed when we got home. The wrapper was dark blue and I took a guess that it meant dark chocolate, but it was in fact stuffed with peanut butter. Wasn’t the end of the world.

I also bought a bag of salmon patties, what with the heart healthy fish fats. I put one on Crockett’s teeny Foreman grill and ate it with some mixed greens and a light Caesar dressing I found in the depths of Crockett’s fridge (before we packed all the groceries into it).

The Crockett and his dad went off to visit the rest of the Colorado branch of the family, and the girls and Monk and I settled in for literally hours of data mining homework. (Last homework for two days, thank goodness).

When the boys got home we cooked up some tamales and watched the Dancing with the Stars finale.

Edge of your seat stuff.

Then?

Mmm hmm.

it’s a jungle out there

Saturday, November 20th, 2010

Do you know why they make playgrounds in such bright colors?

I’m pretty sure that it’s so I have something cheerful to look at on overcast days. I mean, I can’t think of any other possible reason.

Yesterday started with a very important date with Laura. Last week she fed me, this week we went out. Ideally, two weeks from now, I’ll feed her. It’s important to make time for this kind of thing, even when you have so much Java programming to do that you sort of want to slam your head in a piano and you didn’t do it the night because you saw your other friends that you don’t get to see very often and even then you had so much Java programming to do that you sort of wanted to smoosh your toes with an anvil just so you could have some time off.

I’m sorry, obviously I digress.

We went to Mimi’s Cafe. It’s a chain but Laura is over our local breakfast cafe and she adores the muffins at Mimi’s. I like the honey soaked bran ones, but I passed, what with honey and muffins both being on the things-to-avoid-if-possible-for-South-Beach list. Each breakfast comes with juice, and I opted for tomato.

Green tabasco for the tomato juice. Mmmm.

Laura requested the Buttermilk Spice muffin, but our waitress (who was hilarious and cheerful, which is so welcome in the morning) recommended a pumpkin spice muffin instead. Laura wasn’t nuts about it, but it had the crunchy topping which was apparently the most important part.

I had the Light ‘n Fit two egg plate. Eggs, dry wheat toast, and fruit.

I felt so healthy afterwards that I would have given myself a gold star if I’d had any. Sadly, I didn’t. Note to self: start carrying gold stars.

I went straight to school, thinking I’d have at least and hour to get some work done. Then? “Gas Main Break. Road Closed Ahead.” That’s never a good sign. (Ha, sign. Get it? Cause it was a real sign?)

People on the side of the road… then more people on the side of the road… then, yes, road closed. Sigh.

I did eventually make it and instead of working I snuck to the gym. It was great except, after my noon class, I realized I didn’t have any food for lunch. I raided my office.

Not the best option.

But it was all I had. I’d gotten it in a goody bag after a race last year. I rarely end up using those samples, but I guess this one came in handy.

It was pretty tasty, although I suspect they didn’t intend for me to eat it dry.

I supplemented with half a Larabar dipped in peanut butter. I was starving when I got home. I really need to put some thought into food I can keep in my office for situations like this – maybe some apples and … what else? Any ideas?

I got a feeling

Friday, November 12th, 2010

Today, I woke with the Black Eyed Peas song I Got A Feeling stuck in my head on endless loop.

I hope this doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone – sometimes I spend the night at Crockett’s house. I know. It’s ok, though, cause we’re old and responsible and also I always bring my dogs with me, so they’re fine. All concerns allayed? Excellent.

One of the many reasons I love waking up at his house?

He buys really good coffee from a local coffee shop, Paul’s. Paul’s roasts the beans in house and gives all the blends names that are full of supercool, like Jitterbug.

He makes it either in a french press or in this Chemex coffeemaker that I got him for his birthday.

In the spirit of full disclosure, I buy my coffee pre-ground and make it in a little countertop Mr. Coffee.

So delicious. So so delicious.

With coffee like this, and my computer and books in hand, why would I go home?

I didn’t. Crockett made me a truly perfect egg.

He was on a role this morning. (Ok, he forgot that I’m not currently eating toast, but Maida may or may not have licked the hell out of the piece he gave me, so it didn’t go totally to waste.)

When I’m camped on Crockett’s couch, Cloey likes to camp with me. She’s loyal like that.

Homework failed to eradicate the Black Eyed Peas. Star sent me a link to UnhearIt.com, which temporarily helped by refreshing my memory of Barbie Girl, but eventually failed me.

I faced off with some serious C++ and didn’t get my ass totally kicked, so Crockett took me to lunch.

It’s a little embarrassing how fantastic he was today. Perhaps he’s buttering me up for some ski trip or something.

Lucky Pie, our local pizzeria, is now serving lunch.

A pizzeria when you’re not eating sugar, you say?

You say correctly, but I figured something out. Crockett had this chicken salad sandwich with a side of KIND OF AMAZING polenta. When I make polenta at home, it never comes out like this. I think it’s a combination of too light a hand with the butter and too fine of polenta. I need to branch out into stone ground.

You know, in two to five weeks. When I can eat it again.

It’s time for me to stop whining about South Beach, isn’t it? Ok. Done. Starting… now.

I had a salad with roasted chicken, olives, and gorgonzola. It was no polenta, but it was tasty.

We walked through downtown Louisville afterwards, the better to enjoy the 29 degree weather.

I love Louisville. I love Crockett’s puffy green vest.

We got back to Crockett’s and my mom managed to solve the whole Black Eyed Peas problem for me.

She restarted our ‘John Deere Green’ feud. (It’s a country song. We intentionally try and stick it in each other’s heads. It’s cruel and if I were not 29, I’d report her to the authorities.)

I wanted to do more homework, I really did, but … but….

there were movies to be watched!

I did take my books downstairs with us, just in case the mood struck.

It actually did, for a little bit…

…but then Maida interrupted as only a lapdog can.

After two movies, Crockett left me for a bike riders club of some kind. I was hungry and his pantry sparse, so…

… walnuts!

His meeting ran longer than expected, and he called me on the way home to discuss dinner. Again, sparse pantry. Frozen pizza! (Yeah, not South Beach friendly, but not eating at all isn’t healthy either, dontcha know.) The California Pizza Kitchen pizzas are good, y’all. It could be my carb starved taste buds, but we split a flat crust bbq chicken one, and I ate almost half.

I kind of wish there were more.

Anyway, obviously I had an INSANELY productive day. You?

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.

Obviously.

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.

AHHHHH.

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?

h-HA-ppy HALLOWEEN Part 1

Monday, November 1st, 2010

Look at these two beautiful black cats that were waiting for the girls and I when we went to take our walk on Friday morning. I have an excellent prop department, don’t I?

Two days before Halloween and some of the plants are finally starting to give up the ghost, but some are holding on strong. This time last year we’d had at least a couple big days of snow. I have no idea what the hell is going on this year – summer just doesn’t want to let go.

I was so stressed Friday morning, and my darling friend Laura insisted that I drag my butt out of the house and come have brunch with her and her younger daughter. I got all cranky about it – ‘I’m so busy, whaaaa’, but she refused to take no for an answer. That’s how you know you have excellent friends – they’re the ones who don’t let you be yourself if they self that you’re being is crappy.

We arranged a rendezvous at The Huckleberry.

The Huckleberry is this great brunch restaurant in downtown Louisville. (They have dinner too, but I’ve never gone and therefore can’t attest to it’s tastiness.) I was just in time for the annual elementary school parade. Every kid dresses up and they march through old town, chasing each other and waving to their parents. Also, I saw Waldo – turns out? Not that hard to find.

We got my favorite table – the pig picture table. Who doesn’t want to eat with a painting of a happy little pig wallowing around in … mud? soup? … over their heads? (I’m being totally serious. I love this painting.)

This is me, thinking I’m going to have a light yet filling bowl of crunchy granola and tasty yogurt. (You can consider the word ‘thinking’ in that last sentence to be foreshadowing, if you so chose.)

This is Laura, carefully weighing her options.

This?

Is the coffee and chai that was helping us with our decision making process.

Laura ended up with bacon and whipped cream, and had some help getting through the bacon.

Ok, fine, there were mixed berry crepes under there too. Probably.

Doesn’t my tasty granola look a lot like vegetarian eggs benedict? Weird, right?