Posts Tagged ‘pork’

positively supernatural

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

Netflix sent me my Supernatural DVDs (Season 1, Discs 1-3) yesterday.

Just in time for Halloween. Sexy men fighting supernatural creatures is positively the most Halloween worthy thing I can think of – you?

Of course, I didn’t get to start watching said discs until late evening, because I had a ha-YOU-ge* day.

I was starving when I woke up. Starving in the way that a middle class American woman starves, that is, so really I mean ‘pretty hungry’. I was ‘pretty hungry’ when I woke up.

I filled the gaping void with falafel. Falafel – not just for breakfast anymore! (Wait, that doesn’t make sense.) Falafel and Earthbound Farms greens and hummus and my penultimate flatbread, all smooshed together and eaten while doing homework – do I know how to live or what?

It was a ridic level of pretty today, y’all. My commute parallels the mountains, and I have to say – could be uglier.

My delicious soupy lunch was enjoyed while taking notes in class.

Class was boring.

Don’t take my word for it.

Don’t you like how I’ve totally failed to protect his identity in any way with that smiley face? That’s what I was going for. He’s sleeping in class, and he does it every day. Every. Single. Day. He deserves no protection, because he’s either a genius or doesn’t give a flying whoop-de-do.

Once my soup was gone, I entertained myself by quizzing twitter on the random tiny balls of mysterious origin that I found in my backpack.

Don’t you find this mysterious?

How about now?

Twitter decided that they’re some form of silica, despite the lack of anything that needs protection from moisture in my bag. This is why twitter is the best invention ever.

Yeah, Facebook, you heard me.

I also tried to illustrate how fully I embraced purple yesterday.

I followed class with two and a half hours of asking for help. Since I find that quite exhausting and my 3 pm class was cancelled, I left campus and went to get my oil changed.

There was only one piece of reading material available.

Fortunately, the people working at Jiffy Lube entertained me.  They were also super quick, which means I STILL got home earlier than usual. I celebrated by cleaning my house. And then I celebrated cleaning my house with a Guinness, because the Irish love a clean house, amirite?

Since I’d already had soup once, I had to put something else together for dinner. I roasted a sweet potato and mashed it with salt and pepper, then fried an egg and dumped it on top. Delicious.

Brightest roundest yolk I’ve seen in perhaps forever, y’all. It was like a little yellow golf ball in a sea of squishy white.

For dessert? While doing homework?

Cinnamon popcorn. Yes, it started it’s life as microwave popcorn. I added cinnamon and sugar and shook like my life depended on it – then I ate it.


How was your Wednesday?

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Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

Yesterday, I ran 7 miles for the first time since I started training for this marathon. Probably for the first time since I was in training for my LAST marathon – when I don’t have a goal, I never manage to motivate myself for more than 3 or 4 miles at a time.

I didn’t eat breakfast until late. The longer I put off eating in the morning, the sweeter I want whatever I end up eating to be – does that happen to anyone else? As soon as I got home from Crockett’s (yeah, that’s right – I spend the night and he doesn’t even feed me. Silly boy.) I put together my favorite smoothie – grape nuts, yogurt, frozen cherries, and frozen bananas. Not pictured: milk.

It’s such a pretty color when it’s smooth! I want to paint my bathroom cherry-smoothie-pink. Actually – it may look like pepto bismol pink on a wall, huh? Perhaps not the best color for a bathroom.

My run itself took place on a treadmill, because the winds in Louisville yesterday were averaging 20 mph with gusts of up to 50 mph.


I would have blown away, and that’s no fun for anyone.

Oddly, I picked the treadmill with this view, rather than the one with the view of the mountains. Perhaps I thought that looking at the mountains would make me feel like I was running uphill?

When I got home, I was SO HUNGRY. I ate everything I could get my hands on, without stopping to take pictures. Included was an apple scone, some goat cheese, some raw vegetables, some crackers, and some hummus. I also started a pork green chili, for the rest of the week.

Pork Green Chili Stew Tomato Gigantic Crockpot of Goodness

1-1.25 pounds of stew pork
1-2 Tbs canola or corn oil
30 oz roasted green chiles (this is available in the freezer section of my grocery store in hot or mild, if your farmers markets (like mine) are over)
28 oz can diced tomatoes in tomato juice
2 cups stock (I used vegetable, but chicken would be good too)
3 Tbs flour
3 cloves garlic, finely chopped

Heat up the oil in a large pan and add the pork, stirring it frequently to brown the exterior. Add the garlic, flour, and salt and pepper and stir to coat. You’ll see all the flour get absorbed in the outside of the pork, and it will mix with the fat to make a nice brown crust on the bottom of the pan.

Dump the meat into your crockpot* and use the tomatoes to deglaze the pan you cooked the meat in. Dump the tomatoes, chiles, and stock into the crockpot as well, and stir it all up. This will be done in about two hours on high or three on low, but can stay on low for up to 5 hours if you have other stuff to do.

If you don’t have a crockpot, you can cook this on the stove. Just start with a big stockpot.

The tomatoes are a complete departure from what you’d expect to see when pork and green chiles are mixed together. I like them for two reasons. 1) It bulks up the soup for very little money. 2) Sometimes without the tomatoes, the soup tastes more like a sauce to me than a soup.

While it was cooking, I did some homework and went to visit Crockett’s brothers family.

The boys showed me their fort. What you can’t see in this picture is me begging them to sit still for just one second. Just one. A single second.

Never happened.

Their little girl stands still like a pro. As long as she’s more than 10 feet away. If she gets closer than that to me I’m forced to tickle her, and it’s hard to take pictures while tickling. True story.

How anyone manages to take good pictures of children is beyond me. Hat tip to all of you who have done it.

When I got home?

Soup was on!

I like mine with crumbled tortilla chips and grated sharp cheddar.

How was your Tuesday?

Sunday lunch

Sunday, July 25th, 2010

Don’t tell me that pulled pork and Saltines aren’t brain food.

Saturday dinner

Sunday, July 25th, 2010

Post Inception pulled pork sandwiches.