Posts Tagged ‘pumpkin spice latte’

bourbon and bacon

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

A big thing happened yesterday. Before I became a student, I was a product manager for a telecommunications company (please hold while I fondly recall the paychecks that came with that role…. ok, I’m good). After going back to school, I was doing some temporary work for that same company in the form of a 20 hour a week internship.

Yesterday, I quit. The 20 hours of interning and the 20 hours of working on my graduate research and the full class load piled on top of the fact that I don’t, in fact, know how to program (hELLo computer science masters) was truly ridiculous. Something had to go.

So I quit. Here’s what my week looks like now: Real Saturday,Sunday,Friday,Saturday,Friday,Saturday,Real Friday.

See what I did there? Every day I don’t have classes is now considered a Saturday, and every day BEFORE on of those days is a Friday.

I’m basically living one long weekend.

I’m so happy right now.

I geared up for the quitting with a gigantic bowl of pumpkin oatmeal. Rather than stir in pumpkin puree, as I’ve seen some other bloggers do, I used the pumpkin butter I made yesterday. Even though the pumpkin butter is sweet, it didn’t sweeten up the oatmeal enough for me, so I added Splenda too.

I have something of a Splenda problem. I buy it from Costco.

For lunch I had one of my apple-cheddar-fall-in-a-pastry scones and a big old goat cheese honey mustard pumpkin seed salad. Oh, and? That thing in the background?

Homemade pumpkin latte.

I’d already made coffee, so I used brewed in this case. I mixed it with two tablespoons pumpkin butter, a pinch of salt, and a cup of lowfat milk, and heated it all up.

Then I added Splenda.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than no pumpkin latte. Today I’m going to try with the espresso machine, so I get the frothed milk and all, and I’m going to add maybe a half teaspoon of vanilla.

Before I left for work I took the girls for a walk through our local completely fake haunted graveyard.

We did, in fact, manage to leave.

But not before I scared the crap out of myself walking under a tree with a plastic snake hanging down from it.

While at school, I supplemented my scone and salad with the always handy dark-chocolate-nut mix. The original bag only included plain almonds, chocolate covered almonds, and cranberries, but I’ve since added every spare nut that’s crossed my desk. There are definitely cashews and peanuts now.

Ha. Spare nut.


How classy is the wood ”wood” of my desk at school?

After school, my man decided it was BLAT time.

BLAT = Bacon (obviously), Lettuce (subbed for spinach in this case), Avocado, and Tomato

A BLAT and an Old Fashioned is Crockett’s favorite meal.

My sandwich was put together as an actual, you know, sandwich.

Crockett put his together with more of a Cat in the Hat method.

That second piece of bread stayed on the bottom, and he ate it with a knife and fork.

I love him, but I’m not sure I understand him.

We had a single piece of bacon left…. whatever could we do with it?


How was YOUR Monday?

the peanut butter solution

Saturday, October 23rd, 2010

Yesterday, I got back the two midterms I took last week.

I got an A on one of them.

…… crickets ……

I got an A on one of them!

If you are currently choosing to believe that means that I got an A on BOTH of them, I’m not going to stop you. You should review your deductive reasoning skills, maybe, but I still won’t stop you.

How would one start such a banner day, you ask?

With peanut butter oatmeal, of course. (Not familiar? Make oatmeal. Stir in peanut butter while it’s still hot. Eat.)  While I was making my peanut butter oatmeal, I also put together my lunch, to take to campus.

Clockwise: a Gala apple (I bought five pounds – there are a lot of apples in my life right now), Earthbound Farm Baby Herb Salad, low-fat Marie’s Bleu Cheese dressing, the bbq chicken I made Thursday, and the caramel corn I made last weekend. The caramel corn was based on Brave Tart’s recipe, available here, and is storing like a dream.

This didn’t actually turn out to be enough food, because between classes I hit up The Fitness Lab.

Yeah, that’s what we call the gym at a very nerdy engineering school


I love the gym. There is always at least one open treadmill, and there is a juice and coffee bar downstair. I’ve never actually visited the coffee bar, but I like that it’s there. Ya know?

I did two miles, which is the first run I’ve taken since I started feeling icky on Monday. It was, in a word, hard. Then I did an upper body workout, because it makes me feel macho. Sure, I don’t make creepy sex noises while I lift like the dude who always asks me about my tattoos, but I’m one tough cookie. Really.

Because my super strenous workout left me starving, I stopped at Sbux after my second class and had only my second pumpkin spice latte of the season.

I really need to learn to make these at home. I’m thinking I’ll start here, with the canned pumpkin option.


Birthday party time! My darling girlfriend Kelley wanted to go out for a night on the town, so she and her husband Chris and our friends Eden and Jay lined up babysitters, and out we went. (Crockett and I don’t need a babysitter – we basically need 10 minutes notice to find pants and we’re ready for a night out. It’s nice not having kids sometimes.)

Did I say pants? I meant shorts.

We went to a place in Boulder called Cantina Laredo, that was pretty tasty. The birthday girl dived right in with a pomegranate margarita, and then we ordered away.

A chile relleno and the Laredo platter, on my left (Eden) and my right (Crockett). Weirdly, the relleno could be stuffed with cheese or with beef and raisins. Raisins, y’all. Shockingly, Eden did not order the raisin rellenos.

A honey shrimp salad with honey vinaigrette and …. something. Something else. Something …. green? With slaw? Chris ate all of it, so the green stuff must have been tasty.

Helpful, aren’t I.

This is my dinner. Mango chicken salad with the same honey vinaigrette, mango margarita – before and after.

Drink service was slow. Like, half an hour from order time to sip time slow.

That’s why everyone is vertical in this photo.

Aren’t they gorgeous? (If you’re thinking no, please blame the poorly lit entryway, not my darling friends. They’re wicked hot, I swear.)

The birthday girl and her entourage went home to check on their babysitters, and Crockett and I went to see The Town.

I didn’t stop talking about it until like 2:30 in the morning, long past when Crockett had stopped listening, so clearly I liked it. Go, watch, love.

Happy Saturday, loves!