Posts Tagged ‘leftovers’

new schedule, poo schedule

Wednesday, September 14th, 2011

When school started, I had this master plan. I was going to get up before school with enough time to work out (either run or go to the gym), walk the dogs, make coffee, shower, and pack breakfast. Then I’d go to school, be home by two, eat lunch, and start my homework.

I actually made the getting up happen, I’ll have you know, but it turns out I was sort of miserable. In order to get through everything, I had to get up before 6. In order to get up before six, I had to go to sleep before 10. I don’t mind getting up early, seriously. It makes you feel special – here I am all awake when everyone else is asleep. Things could happen, and everyone else would miss them! Things like… _____! (This is the mad libs portion of our post today). What I absolutely hate is going to sleep before 10. 11 o’clock was meant to be bedtime. That’s just the way it works. Fall starts in September and 11 o’clock is bedtime.

What I did not make happen was the doing the homework right after lunch. Turns out I can’t settle in to work until about 3:30. I always knew I had a mid-afternoon brain dead zone when I worked in an office – exists at home too.

New plan, instituted this week: Wake up with enough time to walk the dogs, make coffee, and pack breakfast. Go to school. Come home. Use the brain dead zone to work out. Eat lunch. Do homework. Make and eat dinner. Do more homework if absolutely necessary. Go to bed at the hour of a reasonable adult person.

Sure, there are issues. 1) Notice there is no time for blogging – homework will just have to go, I guess. 2) Some days that means I don’t eat lunch until like 3. Snacks have become a necessity, and I am not a good snacker. The only remaining solution is to drop out of school. Right? I made more of Heidi Swanson’s cheesy muffins for breakfasts, but yesterday I felt obligated to clean out leftovers. This is the chicken, sweet potato, and peach concoction from the weekend. All that sugar (albeit natural) made it a pretty reasonable breakfast, but I totally overestimated how much I’d eat. There’s a whole lotta sweet potato in that bowl, y’all. (Sometimes I eat leftovers after I would recommend that you eat leftovers. What can I say – I’m a risk taker.) The uneaten portion spent four hours in my car. Hey look! It’s the right side of my face! I forget why I took this – I think because I was wearing my professional TA shirt with no makeup, raggedy hair, and a big sorta stained hoodie. Do I know how to roll or what. After lunch I went to the gym and busted my ass, and then just about passed out on the way home. I had curried salmon rillettes in the fridge (from Around My French Table), but Crockett ate all my crackers so I had to eat it on english muffins. Bummer. We’re still getting all sorts of fun local produce from our produce delivery thingie. These are Chiogga beets – also called candy cane beets (I think). I roasted them in in quarters, because they were enormous. Also? Enormous portabello mushroom caps. (Linear algebra textbook from Crockett’s undergrad days shown for scale.) All together – roasted beet and arugula salad with feta, balsamic vinaigrette, and broiled marinated mushrooms.

P.S. WordPress ate this post twice before allowing me to put it up. I have no idea what’s going on with the formatting. Sigh.

inside joke or coincidence

Thursday, December 2nd, 2010

Do you ever spend an entire day feeling like you’re trying to catch up with yourself?

Every time we go to Costco, Crockett buys a big old container of Naked Green Monster juice. Yesterday morning, he poured me a big tasty glass. I’m not sure I’d actually ever had it before, because it was wayyyyy sweeter than I expected. My love of sugar knows no bounds, but I wasn’t able to finish it.  The coffee though – that I finished.  By the time I was done with it, though, I was running late for school.
I headed home before school to make myself breakfast. I think I’m in a rut. An oatmeal rut.

Do you see how pretty it is with the little red flecks of cranberry, though? How can you say no to such a thing?

The lunch I packed was a little schizophrenic.

Can a lunch be schizophrenic?

If it can, mine was. Salad with turkey and celery and blue cheese dressing and hot sauce, and my dad’s cinnamon orange rice pudding.

I had meetings between classes, but since I had to stay on for the inaugural meeting of the Women in Computing meeting at school I made it to the gym at 4. I ran 1.4 miles and felt like I was going to die. I think, perhaps, that my turkey passed it’s prime several days ago.

When I organized the meeting (*pride face*), I mentioned to our department admin that it would be nice to have snacks, and then promptly forgot. She, happily, didn’t – cookies and candy and juice and soda.

No diet soda though.

I refuse to drink regular soda.

I may have had a cookie though.

The problem with Thanksgiving is that one small person and one gigantic fridge full of leftovers leads to lots of wasted food. When I was shifting stuff around last night, I realized I still had half a bag of brussels sprouts. So I made cheesy salad.

Enjoyed with a small glass of wine and….

Pumpkin soup! After my tomato soup from Tuesday night, I was in a soup mood. This one is shallots, garlic, red curry paste, chicken stock, and pumpkin, all blended up in my little smoothie blender.

Yes, blending a curry soup in my breakfast blender was a risky move.  My hand blender is still at Crockett’s, though, and a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Then, when watching Supernatural while doing homework, I saw something that blew my mind. This? Is Harmony. Harmony the vampire. From an entirely different television show – a little thing called Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

In case the blood around her mouth doesn’t tip you off, she’s a vamp here too.

Inside joke or coincidence?

Who can say.

weird day, people

Tuesday, November 30th, 2010

It started off normally enough.

Coffee and smoothie. No surprise there, right?

What if I told you it was THE MONSTER SMOOTHIE THAT ATE MANHATTAN?

AND THEN I ATE IT?

No, seriously, it was like 18 oz. It was ridiculous. I loved it. Also, I used cottage cheese instead of yogurt, because I only have expensive yogurt (I’m looking at you Chobani) and I wanted to eat it in a manner in which it deserved. Turns out cottage cheese makes a smoothie taste like a milkshake. It’s magic, I highly recommend it.

Then on the way to school I saw a bumper sticker that said ‘So, how’s that whole ‘hopey-changey’ thing working out for you?’. I was amused for two reasons: 1) because that person is in the wrong county, yo – this is BOULDER. We LIKE Obama here. 2) Because I took this from my car, obviously, and this car was 20 feet in front of me (probably – I suck at that kind of estimating shit), and I was able to blow this up to be almost legible.

CSI is real.

Then, while still in my car, I noticed something. Something weird.

A dent in my forehead.

I hadn’t had a hat on all morning. Where did the dent come from? NO ONE KNOWS. (P.S. I took this picture while at a stop light.) Dent notwithstanding, I made it to class, and then went to the gym.

Where, in an unexpected case of not-a-fun-fact, I found this in the restroom.

Yeah, I took a picture while peeing. For you.

I crammed a full winter outfit into a moderately sized locker, and headed upstairs. Where I was confronted by….

The most depressing gym poster ever.

I guess that it sorta makes sense to teach college kids that booze has calories. Because clearly, engineering students who made it all the way through high school probably think that alcohol is made from calorie free unicorn tears.

Probably.

On my way back to my office, after 4 miles and a upper body workout, I stopped in the quad to take pictures of my lunch.

The only weird thing about this part of the story is me, and I’m basing that solely on the looks the other students were giving me.

More curried turkey salad (with the celery chopped in this time) on a sandwich thin.

The aforementioned pricey yet delicious Chobani, with a little wild honey on top, for dessert.

Then a biscotti leftover from my mom’s thanksgiving contribution. For dessert dessert.

Then class, homework, blah blah blah*.

Then the exact same dinner as last night. Because I’m original like that.

*Also, I watched all eight episodes of this season of Glee. One while doing homework before school, one while on the treadmill, and six between then and now (while doing homework and cooking). HOW did I just start watching this show? WHAT will I do when this episode ends? Wait until next week? Awful. This is why I only watch shows that have finished their run and are available in their entirety on DVD.

livin’ on a prayer

Tuesday, November 30th, 2010

School mode is boring compared to not-school mode.

Oatmeal.

Homework.

Buffalo Chik’n Salad. (Morningstar Farm Chik’n Patty, light Bleu Cheese dressing, Frank’s Buffalo Wing sauce, mushrooms, celery, carrots, and greens galore).

Homework.

A cracker with goat cheese and cranberry chutney.

Homework.

This is where I started to break down.

Fortunately this is when I looked to the right.

I put the book on the floor. I left Cloey guarding the homework couch.

I made a teeny tiny gin and diet tonic.

G&T would most definitely be my drink – IF bars carried diet tonic.

Homework.

Turns out a gin and tonic, even a small one, isn’t conducive to homework.

It is, however, conducive to snuggling your dog while taking self portraits.

Dinner break. Leftover sweet potato pudding patted into cakes and fried up, served with chutney (yeah, I’m putting it on everything. You would be too. Go make it now), leftover quinoa, and leftover turkey.

I was going to follow homework with dinner … buuuuttttt….

Crockett FaceTime guitared me. A girl can’t say no to that. It’s physically impossible.

I celebrated that lovely interlude by hanging the stockings that I’d tripped over in the garage earlier that day.

Then?

THEN??

Homework.

Again. School me is boring.

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?