Posts Tagged ‘guacamole’

Wordless Wednesday

Wednesday, April 13th, 2011

sigh

Tuesday, April 5th, 2011

I’ve been doing absolutely nothing.

I mean, I’ve been doing homework, and cooking, and stuff.

But nothing very exciting.

And also sometimes I just get lazy about the internet.

My computer sometimes really loudly screams DO YOUR HOMEWORK at me, and I can’t sit down at it, because then the screaming is so loud I can’t concentrate on my blog. Or Cracked.com. It’s all very sad.

My food has been boring me. I mean, even if you’re a big deal, how much damn muesli can you eat?

Even if you make a delicious berry sauce (frozen mixed berries and honey heated up together – I’m so slick) – seriously, you can lose your desire for muesli.

That’s why this morning was motherfuckin’ smoothie time.

Last week, my dad came for dinner. He’s working his butt off lately.

I wanted to make him dinner, and I hoped to be inspired.

Don’t get me wrong. We had a good time. At some point, they were smiling, but I kept yelling “LOOK SADDER, DUDES”!

When I put the food down, my dad couldn’t hold the smiles in any longer. Can you blame him? It was june bowls!

June bowls. I mean, they’re delicious. But…

A couple of my girlfriends came over the night after that (this was like a week ago, so at this point I’m a little unclear about which night I’m talking about).

I made salad.

June bowls and salad.

Where is my creativity?

Because I’m feeling a distinct lack of blah blah blah, I made Crockett make me guacamole for lunch yesterday.

At some point I’m going to have to watch him make this, so I can give you guys the recipe.

Everyone who has ever eaten it declares it the best guac ever.

If I watch him make it, though, then I’ll know how, and I won’t be able to insist that he make it for me anymore.

A distinct lack of blah blah blah.

See? I’m not even motivated enough to figure out what it is that I’m lacking. Fortunately, the guac did temporarily assuage the problem …

Enough so that I made a dual pizza.

Pizza dough: Whole Foods.

Green side: olive oil, blanched spinach, goat cheese, very thin potatoes, oregano, salt, pepper, and crushed red pepper.

Red side: olive oil, tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, oregano, basil, salt, pepper, and chopped pine nuts.

Oh, and shaved romano. Afterwards. All over.

It was delicious.

It completely drained my mojo.

Perhaps the fact that we ate it all will replenish said mojo.

I need inspiration.

 

lovey dovey day

Wednesday, February 16th, 2011

I have this very similar picture of Crockett, taken in this very kitchen, from about a month after we started dating – our first Valentine’s Cookie Day.

In that one he has flour on his nose. I couldn’t make him repeat that part this time. Partially because he’s cutting up avocados, which are well known for being non-floury.

I made my favorite sugar cookies (recipe from The Good Cookie – my absolute favorite cookie book ever). I don’t alter the recipe as printed at all, so I’m not going to write it down for y’all – just buy the book and use the Decorator Cookies. These are very mildly lemon flavored, perfectly soft, and just delicious.

While the hearts were in the oven, we started Crockett’s new V-Day request. He IM’d me yesterday and specifically requested that we add chocolate chip or oatmeal raisin to our V-Day repertoire.

Oatmeal raisin cookies are of the devil, so we made chocolate chip cookies.

MASSIVE chocolate chip cookies.

On the principle of not messing with a good thing, this is the Nestle recipe. I only make four changes. First, I use dark brown sugar instead of light. Second, I use 1 cup of brown sugar and 1/2 cup of white instead of 3/4 cup of each. Third, I decrease the baking soda (but that’s an altitude thing). Fourth, I use about 1 1/2 cups of chocolate chips instead of 2 cups.

This makes chewy delicious cookies in which you occasionally get a chocolate free bite.

Sometimes I like a chocolate free bite.

I know, I’m a lunatic.

While we waited for the heart cookies to cool enough to decorate, we ate the dinner that Crockett made.

Spicy black beans, brown basmati rice, guacamole, chips, and grilled chicken.

That’s right, we busted out the outdoor grill in February. It was like 60 yesterday.

By we, I mean Crockett.

I was distracted by cookies.

We didn’t do official Valentine’s Day presents, but I consider this guacamole my present.

I ate my weight in it, I’m pretty sure.

We also watched The Social Network.

I found it depressing.

The we decorated cookies! See how layer-y flakey they are? I’m not kidding. Best sugar cookies ever.

We did two styles. One with a pink royal icing…

… and one with a pink cream cheese frosting and crunchy pink sparkles.

Pink.

Pink pink pink.

Plus, did I not tell you these were gigantic?

You can barely see my hand.

Gigantic chocolate chip cookies, pink cookies, and guacamole.

Best Valentine’s Day ever.

What exactly is an eraser room?

Friday, February 11th, 2011

An eraser room is where the kids and their alien boyfriends make out, on Roswell.

Yeah, I’m watching Roswell now.

My oatmeal this morning was again mixed with cottage cheese, and again beige. I’m trying to make it prettier. It tastes good – it deserves to be pretty.

Plus, it carried me through my 11 am presentation – Corporate Governance in The United States, with an emphasis on pre- and post-Enron regulation.

I did super good. By the way. The professor told everyone to follow my lead.

Which I’m sure made me super popular.

I celebrated with this very attractive combination that is the cinnamon pastie from yesterday, and more salad.

Eaten with a spoon. Because I didn’t have a fork.

I need to show you guys something embarrassing. You see that red light, next to message?

I don’t know how to make that go away – because I don’t know how to check my office voicemail. That means anyone who has called me during the last semester during any of the hours that I’m not in the office (which is basically however many hours a week of hours minus four hours is) didn’t get ahold of me and is now being inadvertantly ignored.

I need to stop giving out this number.

Since I was taking pictures, I took at picture of the box of Mate Chai Latte I’ve been moving from office to office for almost four years now.

I interviewed for a job at this company, and I didn’t get it, but after the interview they gave me this as a parting gift.

I haven’t opened it because 80 calories is a lot for a half cup of anything that doesn’t have any alcohol in it.

Boring books that I can’t throw away because what if at some point in the future I DO need to take back my life from Microsoft Office or know how Toyota built the machine that changed the world – check.

The hand sanitizer that didn’t stop me from getting a cold – check.

The phone that blinks at me all the time – check.

My office just-in-case makeup – check.

That’s it. Those are all of the even mildly interesting things in my office.

I’d get a plant but I don’t have a window, so it just seems cruel.

I arrived home to find an empty cookie jar.

Not people cookies. Dog cookies.

I think Crockett bribes the girls during the day while I’m out. Bribes them to do what, you ask? I don’t know. Stay out of his office, perhaps.

Because I’m an excellent doggie mommy, I made them more.

I’d share the recipe but I’m actually working on an Etsy shop where I’m going to sell dog treats made with human quality organic ingredients… it’s a whole big thing.

Because I like to bake and I like dogs.

You see? Genius.

Since I was already baking, I used the leftover fillo from the pasties for some chocolate cherry … things. I put a maraschino cherry and some of the chocolate almond butter I made last week into a little fillo packet (appropriately brushed with butter, of course) and baked them at 350 for six minutes.

When you cut them in half they’re scary as all fuck.

But turns out they’re super delicious.

You know how when you start baking you start trying things and then boom, it’s dinner time and you know you should eat something that isn’t sugar based but you’re not really that hungry and you can’t think of anything to do but eat lame turkey directly out of the fridge and then your boyfriend, who has a cold and doesn’t want guacamole, comes out and makes a whole bowl of salty proteiny fatty guacamole just for you to eat for dinner while you cook?

No?

Just me then.

Labor Day grill

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

Crockett is very specific. Grilling burgers is not barbecuing, it’s GRILLING. Hence, the Labor Day grill. Also included, salad with bacon and peaches and goat cheese (me), caprese salad (sis in love (which is what you call your boyfriend’s brother’s wife if you’re me), guac and burgers (Crockett), and potato and broccoli salad (grocery store).