Posts Tagged ‘oatmeal’

wordless and partially cameraless wednesday

Thursday, March 3rd, 2011


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

  • 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.

    fruit, grape nuts, and oatmeal

    Friday, February 25th, 2011

    Aren’t they my favorite things?

    In cookies.

    Fruit, grape nuts, and oatmeal, in COOKIES.

    I saw this recipe yesterday on Serious Eats and I was smitten. I made a few changes so that I wouldn’t feel bad eating them for breakfast and based on what I had in my freezer, fruit wise. I baked them up last night and ended up eating more of the dough than strictly recommended – crunchy Grape Nuts, cold juicy frozen berries, and a little bit of spice from the pumpkin butter – best dinner ever.

    Yeah, I ate cookie dough for dinner.

    You wanna make something of it?

    Berry Oatmeal Grape Nut Breakfast Cookies
    Adapted from Serious Eats

    1 1/2 cups old-fashioned rolled oats
    3/4 cup whole wheat flour
    1/2 cup Grape-Nuts cereal
    1/2 cup packed light brown sugar (+2 tablespoons if you’re using all butter)
    1/2 teaspoon baking powder
    1/2 teaspoon baking soda
    1/2 teaspoon salt
    6 tablespoons unsalted butter
    6 tablespoons pumpkin butter or sweetened applesauce, or 6 additional tablespoons of butter
    1 large egg, lightly beaten
    2 cups frozen mixed berries (I used raspberries, blackberries, and blueberries)

    Note on the butter: if you use all butter, your cookies will be crisper and you’ll need to add the additional sugar. If you use the pumpkin butter or applesauce you may feel slightly better about eating them for breakfast. Your call.

    1. Heat the oven to 350 degrees.
    2. Look at your berries and decide how you feel about the size. If you’re using blackberries, like I did, they’re probably too big for the cookies. I put my berries into a food processor for a few seconds so they’d be in smaller pieces. If you’re only using raspberries and/or blueberries this probably isn’t necessary. If you do chop them up, do it now and throw them back in the freezer.
    3. In a big bowl (you won’t need a mixer), stir together the oats, flour, cereal, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.
    4. Make a well in the dry ingredients and pour in the melted butter, pumpkin butter, and egg. Mix the wet ingredients a little and then incorporate the dry ingredients.
    5. Stir in the berries.
    6. Line a baking sheet with parchment and drop rounded tablespoons of dough onto it. They will not change shape at all, so if you want flat cookies smoosh them down a little – if you like em round leave em.
    7. Bake for 12-14 minutes if they’re flat, 14-16 if they’re round. If you’re using dark berries it will be hard to tell when they’re starting to brown, so pull them out and look on the bottom. If they’re done the bottom will be light brown all the way across.

    Eat for breakfast.

    Shockingly, the cookies were not the first oatmeal I ate yesterday.

    I’m being good bringing lunch to campus – I still remember the nasty salad from a month ago. Yesterday I even headed off the whole orange-peel-hands thing by peeling the orange at home.

    The amount of self back patting I did while eating the orange was a little disgusting.

    The orange wasn’t great either.

    wordless wednesday

    Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011

    Due to what I believe are server issues, I haven’t been able to post since Sunday. Please accept my heartiest apologizes and welcome to Wordless Wednesday.

    mutter, mutter

    Sunday, February 20th, 2011

    I get these headaches. Not blinding, cover my head and check out from the world headaches – more just semi-check out, generally owie headaches. I can go to bed and get some sleep and I can take painkillers and they don’t go away – they just sort of hover.

    I’ve had this one for like a week.

    It’s making me cranky.

    Yesterday I had oatmeal. A lot of oatmeal. Since moving in with Crockett I’ve been making a full cup of oats (two servings) and even though I was aware he was gone, I automatically made two servings. And a full pot of coffee.

    I ate and drank it all.

    With cottage cheese.

    SO much delicious oatmeal.

    My huge bowl of oats lasted me until like 3 in the afternoon – perhaps because all I did was lay on the couch and read about globalization and research ethics and statistics. When I did get hungry, though, it came with a vengeance. All of a sudden I could not get food in me fast enough – so boom, leftover rice and beans went directly from the fridge to my tummy. I added the avocado at the last second, because Crockett left me like four of them and he’s the avocado lover. I don’t know what to do with the rest of them – ideas?

    Also grapes, directly from the freezer.

    I learned about frozen grapes from an interview with Lindsey Lohan.

    Clearly she’s not all crazy.

    They’re super delicious.

    Also left in the fridge – two defrosted chicken breasts. I didn’t want to refreeze them, so I stuck them on the baby Foreman and then chopped them up and stirred them up with a little olive oil based mayo, salt, and yellow curry powder. If I’d had some celery I would have added it, but you gotta do what you gotta do, amirite?

    I had some white wine mixed with seltzer, because I’m classy like that, and then I went to bed.

    Stupid headache.

    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?


    Just me then.

    he crept along the highway towards the bridge

    Wednesday, February 9th, 2011

    Single creepiest spam comment ever, right here:



    Ok, yes, this is several days old at this point – if you’re a real commenter (hi person who shares my last name who found me just recently!) I’m sorry for the delay.

    Have I mentioned that I hate the ever living fuck out of Tuesdays?

    Apparently today I celebrated by eating only ugly food.

    This was a very delicious bowl of steel cut oatmeal and cottage cheese.

    It’s not the oatmeal’s fault it’s ugly.

    Don’t blame the oatmeal.

    For lunch I had an almond butter and honey sandwich and an orange. It was all beige.

    If you can believe it, there were even fewer good pictures of that than of the oatmeal.

    After 10 hours of school and driving in the below zero weather, I wanted something a little mindless. I spent ten whole minutes on the elliptical (yes, that half marathon IS coming up pretty quick, why do you ask?) and then started these black bean burgers. I had to swap Frank’s Wing Sauce for the siracha and soy sauce for the Worchesterchire, but I made it work (and Frank’s is never, ever a bad call – write that down). Also, I left out the cumin because I knew how I intended to eat said burgers.

    I don’t usually use the word fugly.

    But these mo-fos are fugly.

    And burnt. Fugly and burnt. Note: if you choose not to oil the pan, eight minutes is too long or medium-low is too high.

    Still, SO tasty. Particularly with salad with blue cheese dressing and more Frank’s.

    I should see if Frank’s wants me to be a spokesperson.

    I made a whole batch of these delicious fellas – three are in the freezer and two are on a plate for Crockett.

    You should make ‘em too. Just don’t burn ‘em.

    Tuesday, though? Burn that, if you want. I mean, just sayin’.

    givin it all you got

    Saturday, January 29th, 2011

    We’re out of coffee, so Crockett busted out some substandard blend for our breakfast this morning.

    (I kind of liked it. Don’t tell him, but as long as it’s brown, caffeinated, and has at least two packets of Splenda, I’m a happy camper.)

    Last night, I blanched a bunch of almonds at like 11 pm, with the intention of making almond butter. At midnight, when my blanching hands were tired, I went to bed and resumed the almond butter making this morning.

    Yes, the blanching is only about 95% complete.

    Yes, I’m ok with that. Those last little bastards were too tough for even this girl.

    I’ve actually never made nut butter before, but as I understand it, you just dump the nuts into a food processor, turn it on, and move on.

    Whiz whiz whiz.

    Turns out that almonds are drier than peanuts, and even after twenty freaking minutes things were still kinda … lumpy.

    I added a little oil, and a little honey…

    … finally got around to eating breakfast…

    and then took half the almond butter and added unsweetened chocolate and agave nectar.

    The almond butter (non-chocolate), made an excellent addition to my salady lunch. I haven’t tried the chocolate version yet, but I’m thinking I might have to – you know, for research – as an afternoon snack.

    Mmm… chocolate.


    Wednesday, January 26th, 2011



    People, having Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays off does not suck.

    Sure, I’m working 20 hours during those days for the National Science Foundation …. (as far as they know) … (just kidding, NSF guys, I totally am). But still, being home those days?
    Not horrible.

    Yesterday we started with oatmeal. All important and delicious oatmeal. As is our wont, we went two different directions: me, pumpkin butter and cottage cheese. Crockett, brown sugar and half and half.

    You can’t say the man has bad taste.

    The wake up process is gradual.

    Coffee helps.

    Right now, reading this, he’s wondering again why he decided to upgrade my camera for my birthday.

    Part of the whole ‘breakfast nook’ thing seems to mean that I end up eating surrounded by puppies.

    I eat surrounded by puppies because, honestly, I give the puppies whatever the hell they want.

    It’s sort of ridiculous.

    But? Just look at that face.

    After lotsa school work and consulting-site work and a short trip back to my old house to pack up yet more stuff, I came home and made my favorite salad – the buffalo salad. Easy peasy: fake chicken patty, mixed greens (with baby spinach added because good lord if we had any more baby spinach it would technically be the baby spinach’s house instead of ours), light blue cheese dressing, and Frank’s Wing Sauce. People, if you are in the overlap of people who like salad and people who like buffalo wings and people who try to eat vegetarian sometimes just for kicks, you should try this. I recommend Marie’s Light Bleu Cheese dressing – not because they asked me to (they didn’t), but because a) I find it delicious and b) I find it reassuring that you find it in the refrigerated section. Unrefrigerated dairy freaks me out.

    Afternoon snacks of the crucial variety: the last of my Chobani (sad face) and an orange, cut up all fancy like I learned in pastry school.

    After Crockett got home, we had leftover stew. You can’t tell, but there is a secret ingredient this time.


    Just kidding. I mean, there was totally love in there, but that’s no secret. I always cook with love. I’m loving like that. The secret ingredient in THIS bowl is broken up tortilla chips on the bottom, Frito pie style. You can’t see them, but they were there, and they were delicious.

    Happy Monday (said from Tuesday night)!

    it’s important to eat

    Tuesday, December 21st, 2010

    It turns out that when I feel overtaxed in my head, my desire to branch out in my belly is the first thing to go. For the last two weeks of the semester, breakfast was a  smoothie…


    or eggs, Crockett style.

    I also put the slow cooker into heavy rotation, and made some baked beans and some pulled pork. I bought a bag of pre-shredded cabbage – I swear it’s cheaper – and made coleslaw as needed.

    There’s a bbq place here in Boulder county called KT’s. They have a menu item called the June Bowl, which is three of their menu items layered in a styrofoam container and covered in bbq sauce. I always get the beans, pork, and coleslaw. This was my homemade approximation. The bbq sauce I buy at the store is definitely different – I want it to be more vinegary and less sweet. I should probably just learn how to make my own. Recipe recommendations?

    Anyway, this was lunch days 4-10, probably.

    Crockett got me out of the house for a calamari salad once, and did his best to make me laugh.

    The squid on the ketchup did it.

    As did the beer stash.

    Isn’t he the best?

    Anyway, I didn’t waste away to nothing, so clearly food was had. However, I’m so ready to get back to new things – healthy and tasty and exciting things.

    And more calamari salad, of course.