Posts Tagged ‘morningstar farms’

habits

Saturday, November 5th, 2011

Do you guys find that when the weather changes, you start to eat nothing but your favorite things from that season? Like – spring shows up, and you eat nothing but asparagus. Then summer rolls around, and you eat watermelon until you explode. Like that?

 

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Or? When it gets cold? You eat nothing but oatmeal?

Please say it isn’t just me.

Thursday: Bob’s 5 grain rolled cereal with frozen strawberries and cottage cheese.

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Friday: Bob’s 5 grain rolled cereal with frozen cherries, cocoa powder, and cottage cheese.

I’m halfway through that bag of Bob’s I bought, what, last week?

Also on the list of my favorite things:

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Trains.

Especially the ones that are only one car.

I don’t know why, but this cracked me up. I understand that the guards have to come down and the lights have to flash and everything, because it is a train, but it’s just an engine and it was going maybe four miles an hour and we all just sat there and watched. I just sat in my car, eating my oatmeal, and laughing my ass off.

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I can’t even tell you what I’ve been eating. Until today – today has held some tasty food. This last week, though? I have no idea. Frozen vegetarian corn dogs, definitely.

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Halloween candy, for damn sure.

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Tuna salad (with dried fruit, because that’s how we used to make it at the bakery I worked at it and was the most delicious thing ever) and crackers and grapefruit – that was in there somewhere.

Also?

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I made sure I was aware of alcohol.

Because my school told me so.

Heck, I even made sure to have a glass of wine here and there. (Yes, this sign is technically expired. However, it was left up all last week, so I assumed they still wanted awareness).

What are your food habits?

I have a new boyfriend. His name is MarsEdit.

Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

Please consider this both a post and an experiment, k? I finally finally finally joined the ranks of people who like the internet who also know that a web interface isn’t the always best thing ever. (What. WordPress, I love you, but come on. You know you’re a pain in the ass sometimes.)

watermelon

Sugar continued to be my friend through Saturday night. I took advantage of that fact to eat an entire half watermelon. By myself. In mah bellah. Immediately preceding a run. Sloshsloshslosh.

What. I never claimed I was a genius.

vegetarian corn dogs

What does a hungry and sugar loving girl eat when ketchup and fake meat is back on the ok list?

FAKE CORN DOGS, of course.

I’m disappointed that you guys even had to ask.

potato soup

To finish the meal trifecta, I made loaded baked potato soup. (Except with light sour cream and bacon as a garnish only. Just because I was indulging doesn’t mean I had to be awesome about it.)

Crockett beer book

Oh yeah – Crockett is going to start making beer in … our garage? Our basement? Who can say. Perhaps he’s just going to read the book.

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I have no idea what happened to yesterday.

Oh, wait – yes I do.

Linear Vector Spaces happened to yesterday. There are no pictures. You’re welcome.

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Today I made the unfortunate choice of having tuna salad for breakfast. Unfortunate why? Because my breath smelled like tuna all day?

Oh, if only it were that simple.

I sneezed while eating it while driving, and now my car smells like tuna.

Yeah.

cobb salad

And then? I ate a terrible cobb salad for lunch. The egg didn’t taste like egg. The bacon didn’t taste like bacon. There was roughly a gallon of ranch dressing. Obviously this will teach me not to forget my breakfast and then eat my breakfast as lunch. It leads to a fishy smelling car and a crappy lunch.

fish bowl

We made up for all the unfortunateness with  dinner, though. Crockett grilled some flounder that I got on screaming sale (he marinated it too – in pure deliciousness) and I gently spiced (thyme, cayenne, cumin, onion) and heated up some canned black beans.

So simple. So frugal. So tasty.

I don’t know why we eat out so often.

Oh wait, yeah I do.

 

parking

Friday, September 16th, 2011

Parking on campus sucks.

 

I mean, it is reassuring to park next to a Jeep whose driver is apparently going to stop the zombie apocalypse. Other than that, though, parking sucks.

Here’s how it works. I have a ‘commuter’ pass, which means that for a mere $55 a semester I can park in two of the many lots on campus. One of the lots is right next to the computer center and a mere four blocks from my office – all campus blocks.

That lot has been cut in half, with one part given over to construction parking.

The half that remains is maybe 50 spaces.

It fills up eaaarrrrly.

The other lot is only a few blocks further out (maybe 7 total?) but it involves crossing two busy streets without stoplights.

I hate that lot.

The alternative is to park by the creek. Six blocks, up a serious hill on the way to campus but a skippy breeze after classes, no parking restrictions.

When I park by the creek, I get peeks of the brewery. I like a brewery early in the morning. It reminds me that it will eventually be happy hour.

After classes I went to the gym (ya me!) and then made a delicious veggie-full lunch.

All of a sudden I’ve been craving V8. I can only drink it if I water it down by about 50%, though – does it seem more like sauce than juice in its normal form to anyone else? Also, I add hot sauce. Because, come on.

Along with my watery spicy vegetable juice (god, it sounds so delicious when I put it that way, huh), I had a buffalo chik’n salad.

Mmm.

Speaking of happy hour…

I met my friend Yvonne at The Village Tavern at the Flatiron Crossing Mall. Because it was Wine Wednesday. (Yes, I just realized that I’m posting about Weds on Fri – yesterday there was a whole big incident and I accomplished nothing.) At the Tavern, wine wednesday means 50% off all wine by the glass.

ALL.

I had two glasses – Sonoma Cutrer Chardonnay and Clos du Bois Pinot Noir. I wasn’t in the mood to try something new, and I know I love them both – and they were there for me, like always.

We also had spinach dip, but it wasn’t good.

So there’s that.

P.S. Did you see the coaster for my veggie juice?

Sephora sent it to me to remind me that I am, technically, still a Beauty Insider – and that they miss me (and my money). A VIB is a person who spends more money than is reasonable at Sephora in any given year, in case you were wondering.

Of course I used this coupon to order some makeup.

Sigh.

 

soooo slow

Monday, September 12th, 2011

My head is full of…

well, snot.

Dude, what. I know it’s gross. Trust me, it’s grosser when it’s your head. My advisor thinks it’s because she made me collect the homework in from the undergraduate Probability & Statistics course that I’m TAing. I think it’s because every single person I know is sick.

I’ve actually made some tasty food, despite wonky taste buds.

This was loosely based on these Honey-Glazed Chicken, Peach, and Sweet Potato Skewers, but instead of skewering them I essentially stewed them. It was sort of complicated – I transfered things in and out of bowls several times – but the main change I made was to pop up the glaze with some fish sauce and some soy sauce.

Delish.

(P.S. My pictures are smaller. I’m not sure why. I’ll figure it out later.)

On Friday I spent 9 hours on campus.

I spent three of them laying in the shade of this tree.

Due to my fuzzy head, I woke up 20 minutes before I needed to leave the house, so I bought lunch. Hellllo Asian Chicken Salad.

The wasps enjoyed it as well.

There is literally nothing more comforting than corn dogs.

Macaroni and cheese? Pshaw.

Veggie hot dogs wrapped in corn batter is where it’s at.

For realz.

Dog.

pile o’ crank

Monday, August 8th, 2011

After Thursday tequila (which sounds way less cool than Tuesday tequila, don’tcha think?), I wasn’t really ready for breakfast until 11 or so on Friday.

And when I was ready all I wanted were vegetarian corn dogs.

With lots of mustard.

To be clear, Morningstar Farms has no idea who I am or that I adore the everloving shit out of their products. They also have no idea how pissed I am that the corn dogs seem to be in short supply. Last time I found them I bought three boxes, and I’m now down to my last box.

Fortunately I’m not hung over that often.

After I worked for awhile, I met up with the fam. We had big big plans, but we needed to be fed. Since my brother had done all of his vegan friendly shopping, he ate at home. My mom was the center of the big big plans, and it precluded her eating like a normal person.

Being neither vegan nor about to exercise really hard, my dad and I went to Snarfs.

Snarfs is a Boulder sandwich institution. They have expanded to St. Louis and Chicago, but they started here and have 7 shops in CO. The one my dad and I went to is just down the street from where I used to work in Boulder. At lunch time the line goes out the door and down the sidewalk, and if you don’t know what you want when you get to the counter, it’s the plank for you, mister.

At night it’s much chiller.

We ordered our sandwiches and sat down to wait.

The music was speech impedingly loud.

We were hungry.

That explains the look on my dad’s face.

I ordered my favorite – ham and american cheese with everything. Everything includes pickled jalapenos. While eating, my dad and I concluded that any sandwich that doesn’t include pickled jalapenos should no longer be called a sandwich. (That thing you see him devouring in the background was an ‘italian’, and good, but no ham and american cheese.)

We ate outside so we could hear each other talk. We, of course, solved world peace and all kinds of stuff. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you can hear.

Then it was on to the big event.

My mom racing like a pro at Boulder Indoor Cycling.

That blur in front is her.

She won two of her four races.

Her genetics are a lot to live up to.

The center of the velodrome is this kid’s obstacle/cross country thingie. I wanted so badly to ride on it. I would yell ‘weeeeeeeee’ the whole time.

I’m related to winners.

In other news, as I age my smile becomes more and more ridiculous.

I’m never smiling in pictures again.

Also? I’m wearing jeans that are too big for me with a big hefty belt under my tank top. That weird lump is not my belly.

When we got back to my mom’s house, my secret bananas were ready!

Have a Snarfy day.

 

motivation

Thursday, August 4th, 2011

Why can motivation not be betlled and sold, like energy?

I would buy 5 Hour Motivation in a bottle, yo.

Failing that, though, I’m attempting to undergo something of a motivational makeover.

By that I mean I got up at 6:30 this morning to run…

and yesterday I did that speed workout that I missed on Tuesday. (There’s a track back there, swear.)

I remembered my shoes this time by using 1 simple trick that I will share with you now:

Put them on your feet before you leave the house.

I know, I’m doing groundbreaking work over here.

I did so much work that Maida fell asleep from boredom.

Or she fell asleep because she’s alternately lazy and psycho. One of those two things.

I had a buffa-faux chicken salad – greens!

(See what I did there? Buffa-faux? Because it’s not real chicken? I know. I’m on fire today.)

Salad. Running. Work.

It’s like I have a motivation station in my brain and it’s firing itself back up.

Also, were you aware that the UC Berkeley Graduate School of Journalism held a contest recently for a new way to label nutrition on foods?

How much does this one that they chose as the winner rock? It makes SO MUCH sense.

extra milk

Thursday, March 17th, 2011

Extra milk is a weird thing to have, don’t you think?

Extra milk.

Like, how much milk do you have, Emma?

Oh, definitely extra.

Anyway, we had almost an entire gallon of low fat milk that we had no plans for. Niether of us drink milk in a glass, and while I could make pastry cream or something I would then EAT that pastry cream, and everyone knows that eating pastry cream with a spoon isn’t the healthiest thing ever.

So I made ricotta instead. (Please do not point out the inconsistency between that statement and the one that immediately preceded it.)

I have a lot of happy ways to eat ricotta.

On toast with salt and honey, for example.

Or mixed with oats and milk for a sort of non-traditional muesli.

Alice approves.

A couple of days ago I took my dogs to the groomer, and while I was waiting, I went to a different grocery store than I usually do.

A grocery store that had ten pounds of grapefruit for $2.50.

Yeah.

We have a lot of grapefruit now.

Also, four pounds of strawberries for $5.

I love spring.

So, you can only eat so much ricotta.

Earthbound Farms had the best idea of anything I’ve ever heard, so I used it to break my ricotta streak.

It’s half Spring Mix and half Baby Spinach.

With Morningstar Farms crunchy faux chik’n.

Mmm.

 

Progressive

Monday, February 28th, 2011

Guess who came home last night?

And guess what he brought?

He bought presents. Presents for my dogs.

Does he know the way to my heart or what?

In honor of his homecoming, I made Tuna Noodle Casserole – Redux, from food52.

Why does this honor his homecoming?

I don’t know, honestly. It felt a little like meeting him at the door with a martini and a dress with a circle skirt – except without doing either of those things. As a feminist, I wholeheartedly reject the idea that that any woman should be expected to do that – but I like the idea of an optional throwback every once in awhile.

Anyway. The casserole:

Tuna Noodle Casserole – Redux
Very slightly adapted from the recipe available on food52

SERVES 4
  • 5 1/2 tablespoons butter, divided
  • 1 shallot, diced
  • 1/2 yellow onion, diced
  • 2 cups crimini mushrooms, chopped
  • 1 celery stalk, diced
  • 1 teaspoon dried rosemary, minced
  • 1 teaspoon dried thyme, minced
  • 1/4 cup italian parsley, chopped
  • 1/4 cup dry sherry
  • 1/4 cup flour
  • 1 cup milk
  • 1/2 cup water and 1/2 teaspoon bouillon paste (or 1/2 cup stock)
  • 1 teaspoon lemon zest
  • 8 ounces mixed or single type pasta, cooked until al dente and drained
  • 2 cans oil packed tuna, drained
  • salt and fresh ground pepper to taste
  • 1 clove garlic, minced
  • 3/4 cup fresh breadcrumbs
  1. Preheat your oven to 350F. In a large sautee pan, heat 1 Tbs. of butter over medium-high until foaming. Stir in mushrooms and cook until mushrooms have given off all of their liquid and cooked through (10 or so minutes). Season lightly with salt and pepper, transfer to a bowl and set aside.
  2. Add another 1/2 Tbs. butter to the frying pan, then cook onion, shallot and celery together for about 5 minutes, until softened. Stir in the herbs and the sherry and cook for another 2 minutes. Add to the bowl with the mushrooms, then set this aside.
  3. In a saucepan, heat 3 Tbs. of butter over medium-high until foaming. Stir in the flour to make a roux and cook for about 2 minutes. Then whisk in the milk and chicken stock, bit by bit, to make a smooth sauce. Cook, stirring, until just slightly thickened (another minute or two). Then add the lemon zest and season with salt and pepper to taste.
  4. Flake the tuna and combine the tuna, the white sauce, the mushroom-onion mixture, and the noodles all together. Grease and 8X8 inch baking pan and transfer the casserole mixture into it.
  5. In a small pan, melt the last Tbs. of butter. Stir in the minced garlic and the breadcrumbs and cook, stirring, until the crumbs are golden brown. Sprinkle this all over the casserole. Put the casserole in the oven and bake until it is bubbly, about 30 minutes. Serve!
  • I used fusilli and some plain old spaghetti for the pasta part.

    In true 50s style, I served it with roasted asparagus.

    I would like to say that I included a jello salad of some kind for dessert, but I’d be lying.

    Also: gigantic bowl of oatmeal with cottage cheese and grated apples.

    Isn’t it amazing how beautiful flowers can make even oatmeal look classy?

    Buffalo chik’n salad.

    Also, looking at these pictures, I’m wondering how many cups of coffee I had yesterday. I think perhaps it was a lot.

    Mmm, coffee.

    starry starry night

    Tuesday, February 8th, 2011

    I did mention that I have a perfectly good office, right?

    I do.

    I swear.

    My working at the coffee table is a choice.

    P.S. Yes, this is instant coffee. What? Crockett had been out of town for like 12 hours, and he’s the coffee maker. I no longer stock my pre-ground beans, and turns out when he’s not around to grind ‘em I’m just not that motivated.

    When I work at the coffee table, I sit on the floor.

    Cloey think that means she gets to lord it over me.

    Maida, on the other hand, finds it all just tooooo boring.

    My orchids were not doing well in this window – but don’t they look pretty with the snow?

    Are you asking yourself if this is the same coffee table at lunch as it was at breakfast?

    It is.

    Are you asking yourself if I moved between lunch and breakfast?

    I didn’t, aside from the preparation required for said lunch and breakfast. And said preparation was minimal. I microwaved some broccoli soup (from a box, not as good as the butternut squash but not bad) and then microwaved a Chik’n pattie, and then chopped the pattie up for toast with Franks wing sauce.

    Some days a microwave is a girl’s best friend.

    These are scrambled eggs. Topped with salsa. On whole wheat bread.

    And wait, is that more broccoli soup?

    Yes, yes it is.

    You know what else it is, though?

    A DIFFERENT TABLE.

    That’s right.

    The downstairs one.

    Dinner: Coffee table – 0, Emma – 1.

    I felt much better this morning. I consider this cold mostly defeated. Better enough to use the elliptical while watching Glee (no I didn’t cry jesus christ why would you even ask ok fine I DID are you happy now?) and then do sit-ups, even. Maida acted as my sit-up buddy.

    In an effort to branch out from the Morningstar Farm Chik’n patties of yesterday, I microwaved a salmon cake and smooshed it up to put on toast with green chili mustard for lunch.

    Not pictured except where that green mug very slightly appears in the corner: more broccoli soup.

    I took a very slight homework break today to go to Lowe’s and find some alternate plants for the window, so I could move the poor scorched orchids out of the direct sun. Now I have aloe and … three other things whose names I’ve already forgotten. That’s ok, though – they’re all ‘bright light’ babies.