Posts Tagged ‘salad’

flu shot friday

Saturday, October 1st, 2011

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The tazmanian devil (upsidedown) helped me get through the pain of my flu shot.

I’m so-so on things like flu shots – especially as a relatively healthy young person. However, flu shots are free and encouraged at school, and while TAing I feel like I’m probably extra at risk. I went for it yesterday, not considering how crappy it was going to make my arm feel and how that was going to impact my planned workout (spoiler alert – I skipped the workout all together in favor of happy hour. It’s the flu shot’s fault, I swear.)

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Lunch was another version of Thursday’s watermelon salad. I swapped out the mixed greens for just arugula, and topped the whole shebang with a little bit of warm pulled pork. The pork perfectly filled the hole that I’d said needed mango or avocado. This was so good. SO GOOD.

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Also? Yoplait parfait.

So gross. (I literally threw half away, which I HATE doing, but it was just nasty. I think it might have been good if I hadn’t just had so much natural sugar in the watermelon – it tasted super chemically.)

I took the dogs for a walk and then futzed around my homework for awhile. (Futzing around your homework: looking at it, ostensibly creating a plan of attack, without actually doing anything useful.)

Then Crockett said ‘let’s go play’ and I said ‘badass. Let’s do it.’

We went to the Empire. Since I ate lunch fairly late, I focused mainly on the happy hour menu in lieu of dinner.

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Fried chickpeas (shared with Crockett).

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I usually have the same thing to drink here (Basa, a Spanish Verdejo), but tonight I decided to branch out.

This is the Bubby St. G – a mix of St. Germaine, gin, prosecco, and lemon. It’s just barely sweet, just barely bubbly, and quite delicious.

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To round it out the meal, I had a piece of Humboldt Fog with some crunchy bread.

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Crockett went with the pulled pork sandwich (because apparently he hasn’t had enough lately?), and Dale’s Pale Ale.

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Sometimes, happiness is a local restaurant with tasty food.

Right now they have a High Holidays menu, too, but I wasn’t hungry enough to dive in. Maybe we’ll go back before they’re over, and I can have me some kugel.

After dinner we went home to watch Paul – it was surprisingly sweet, but lacked the hilarity of Shaun of the Dead. It did only further my love for Kristen Wiig, so if you like her, I totally recommend it.

 

somewhere, after the degree….

Friday, September 30th, 2011

One day, in the not too distant future, I will in fact eat a meal somewhere other than my car, my office, or the kitchen table surrounded by school books.

it’s true.

That day is definitely not today.

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First, I ate oatmeal while grading homework. (I do have a grader but the first exam is next week and the kids need their homework back and oh also my grader has mono. Yeah, that’s happening.)

I had a whole thing with oats this summer. I was all ‘we’re together every day and I think it’s getting old, I want to see other breakfasts’ and they were all ‘but you know you love us and your heart loves us too’ and finally, sometime in July, I said no. I broke it off with them.

They assured me I’d be back.

And here I am.

And it’s true. I missed them. This particular batch had shredded coconut, a chopped pear, and cottage cheese. It was good, but I’ve lost my knack for the perfect bowl. It’s ok, I’ll try again tomorrow. I know they’ll always be there for me.

I lectured again (test review) and unlike last week, I pretty much nailed it today.

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I celebrated with a kickass salad. Seriously, this was insane. It’s a slab of watermelon drizzled with balsamic vinaigrette, topped with mixed greens, chopped tomato, and enough goat cheese that it might just be cheaper for me to raise a damn goat in the backyard.

It could have used something soft and mild – avocado, maybe? Again, I can always try tomorrow. There is half a watermelon haunting me from the fridge.

Not pictured, four mugs of tea consumed in between screaming-at-my-SO-poorly-written-textbooks jags.

I finished up an assignment that’s been killing me around 7, so I went to the gym and ran like a nutball. Too fast, arms and legs flailing, red faced – the whole shebang.

It totally made me feel better.

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Now we’re having the pork that smelled so good yesterday.

And good it is.

Off to watch either Paul (if I win) or True Blood (if Crockett wins) until I start feeling guilty and must return to the desk.

Happy almost Friday, y’all.

office hours

Tuesday, September 20th, 2011

For the first time, students came to my office hours today.

Probably because we’re getting close to the test.

Everyone is freaking out.

For example, last night, I was freaking out because I’m getting close to a test in my Statistical Methods class, and I couldn’t do my homework.

So I broke down and ate a kiwi.

Just one.

I swear to god my IQ increased 10 points immediately.

With my increased IQ, I decided to have a couple of ounces of wine. I mean, I already had a foot hanging off the side of the wagon.

With that small fortification, I was able to finish the pain in the ass assignment that I was doing (that ended up being 12 typed pages along with 4 pages of handwritten equations. SERIOUSLY?).

I have, perhaps, discovered that giving up sugar means that a tiny bit of sugar turns you into a superhero.

In order to maintain that superhero-like ability, I got back on the wagon for dinner.

Lasagnchiladas in the slow cooker
Inspired by… the internet, named by Crockett

  • 1/2 small onion, finely chopped
  • 2 cans (about 4 cups) cooked and drained black beans
  • 2 teaspoons chili powder
  • 1 teaspoon cumin
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 6 – 8 ounces cheese
  • a big jar of simple salsa
  • 12 taco size tortillas (flour or corn)

About the ingredients. The cheese – anything you like. We happened to have a bag of pre-shredded low fat Mexican cheese blend, so I used that. It was the classy stuff (purchased on sale -Sargento I think) without a lot of stabilizers, so it melted nicely. If you use the other pre-shredded stuff it won’t be so drippy but eh. It’s still delicious. The salsa – just don’t go nuts. If you use chipotle pineapple salsa, it will totally change the dish. It might still be good, but who knows? This is a good place to play it safe. If you do go wacky with the salsa, rethink the chili powder and cumin. Or? Make your own salsa, you homemakin’ fool you. Finally, the tortillas – if you’ve given up sugar, you can substitute thin slices of summer squash, as I did.

Stir the beans, onions, chili powder, cumin, and salt together.

Pour about 1/4 of your salsa onto the bottom of your slow cooker.

Put in two tortillas (or however many cover the dish appropriately – if you have an enormous slow cooker, you might get less layers than I did) on top of the salsa. Put about 1/3 of the beans on the tortillas, then two more tortillas, then 1/4 of the salsa, then about 1/3 of the cheese. Repeat twice more – tortillas, beans, tortillas, salsa, cheese, tortillas, beans, tortillas, salsa… but WAIT. Hold the rest of the cheese.

Turn the slow cooker on high and let it go for 2 – 4 hours. (Or 6 – 8 on low). When you’re about 5 minutes from eating, dump the rest of the cheese on top and recover the slow cooker to let it melt.

Let your boyfriend come up with a wacky name for the dish, and eat it.

 

Also, try not to drip salsa on your schoolwork. I shoulda put that in the recipe.

I maintained my healthy eating today, too. I had more of the muffin fritatta things for breakfast (not pictured because come on, they’re little yellow muffins that you’ve seen before), and for lunch a delicious salad.

A buffalo salad.

Except without my chick’n patty, because vegetarian meat substitutes are not in any way low carb.

I would like to say that between the buffalo tofu, chickpeas, and mushrooms (all heated together in a nonstick pan prior to serving) I didn’t even miss the chick’n patty.

If I said that, though, I’d be lying.

Oh well.

 

 

 

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.

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.

gift of the something-i

Monday, September 5th, 2011

Awkward.

So, good weekend?

Oh, wait, you’re still on your weekend?

Sometimes I hate my school.

I’m in class today.

I’m still trying to identify the perfect meal that I can eat while driving that will keep me sated until I get home from school at 2. Pluots and grape nuts are not it.

Yes, I could take lunch to school, but since I’m always in class, I’d end up eating it in the car on the way home, and I refuse to eat two meals a dat that way. It’s just not couth.

The college tried to pre-apologize for today by throwing us a fair on Friday, but it was only during the hours that I was otherwise engaged. Watching it get set up was all I managed.

Apology not accepted.

This is why I like to eat lunch at home. Fresh foods.

Fresh, briny foods.

Pickles, pickled beets, olives, and cucumber and tomato salad with feta.

Apparently I felt the need for salt.

Three facts about these egg roll looking things.

  1. I don’t remember which day I made them
  2. They weren’t very good.
  3. They were actually perogies.

See? Potatoes and cheese and onions.

I think if I’d fried them they would have been delicious.

But I don’t fry things.

Oil everywhere.

Not my thing. 

One thing that I made that I liked and Crockett didn’t was pizza on zucchini and sweet potato fries (from this recipe, which didn’t turn out quite as hoped but were still damn good). Again, would they have been better fried? Of course. But I don’t fry.

One thing that made us both happy was bagels, from Cafe de Paris downtown.

One egg and green chili and one tomato, mozzarella, and pesto. Split down the middle.

Happy breakfast to us.

(My dad was there too but his bagel was fuzzy. Not my photography – his bagel. Fuzzy.)

 

it’s that time again

Monday, August 29th, 2011

Yes, it’s school time again.

It’s also been a year since I had my first cholesterol test ever and they told me that I was basically about to die.

Fine. I’m exaggerating.

But it wasn’t good.

My doc recommended South Beach, and I tried for awhile, and then got cranky because I eat (fairly) well and I exercise and South Beach seems to be geared towards those who don’t. My dad has high cholesterol. My grandma had high cholesterol (and was in her 90s when she passed away).

Of course, they both took medication.

Anyway, I’m going to make an appointment tomorrow to see if last year was a fluke, or if eating more oatmeal somehow worked a miracle.

(Cough*I don’t know if oatmeal can touch 279 but I can sure hope*cough).

If it didn’t, I may consider medication.

Now that I said all that, let me show you the terrible care I’ve been taking of my heart this week.

Chips and beer at Chili’s. (Girl date.)

Steak with Crockett when I got home that evening. (That is the piece I ate, so at least I’m practicing good portion control. That’s important, right?) Plus, everyone knows avocados are full of heart healthy fats, and those sauteed greens with summer squash were done in a non-stick pan with just a smidge – a SMIDGE I say – of olive oil.

After that, I figured I had a window where my heart would be so busy with the steak that it wouldn’t even notice more red meat headed its way.

You know, how the second cookie totally has fewer calories than the first.

My dad brought me some venison green chili, made with venison that I pulled out of me and Crockett’s freezer. (It entered the freezer before I moved in and I’m not entirely sure where it came from.) Since I have no idea what to do with venison, I let my dad fool around with it.

I poached a couple of eggs directly in the chili and ate it on my way to school.

Turns out I like venison when it’s super hot. The closer it got to room temperature, the more it tasted like something you shot in the woods.

I didn’t finish it. If I’d been eating at home, I would have just kept nuking it and happily devoured the whole bowl.

Last night we had a birthday party to go to, and the night before we had snacks on the town (including frozen yogurt from The LoCoYo, a new do-it-yourself place in town that I would totally move directly into if I could).

Tonight I did two important things. First, I got back on the lean meat and lots of veggies bandwagon.

Second, as part of the Foodbuzz Tastemaker Program, I received a sampel of the new KC Masterpiece Buffalo Marinade. I actually used it as a marinade for pulled chicken that I put on a pizza way back before we left for NY, but a) I didn’t take pictures and b) the crust (homemade) was TERRIBLE – too salty and floppy and never really stopped being damp. Yeah, terrible. Tonight, I went simple.

Crockett was in Golden watching stage six of the US Pro Cycling Challenge until late afternoon, so I threw some mostly defrosted breasts into the marinade to throw on the grill when he got home.

Of course, by then it was raining, so ‘the grill’ became ‘the Foreman grill’.

Still totally worked. I ate mine with some of the light blue cheese dressing I’m madly in love with spread on top. Crockett just plain dipped bites of his into the dressing.

I am a huge fan of buffalo flavor (my favorite salad and my boyfriend both have their roots in Buffalo) and this doesn’t disappoint. This is the second pound of chicken I’ve used it on, and there’s probably another pounds worth in the bottle.

With it, we had tomato and cucumber salad with cornbread (based on this recipe). I made some substitutions (mint for the cilantro, reduced fat feta for the cojita, and crumbles of my dad’s cornbread recipe for the cornbread croutons) and it was perfect.

See? As along as you totally ignore the first two things meals I showed you, I am taking excellent care of my heart.

I hope my doctor doesn’t read this.

home again home again

Wednesday, August 17th, 2011

Yes, this is my third post of the night. I apologize if you’re reading this in an RSS feed and are like DUDE, EMMA, LET SOMEONE ELSE TALK.

Last Friday (yeah, I’m still back there – that’s why three posts in one night but this is totally the last one probably unless Crockett comes over here with some wine and then I may just keep going you never know) we woke up in Mackinaw City, Michigan, with a mid-afternoon arrival planned for Mio, Michigan.

 

That trip was never going to happen without adequate sustenance. Three hours of driving takes it’s toll, yo.

The Mackinaw City Pancake Chef had limited choices, but I managed to put together a good plate.

I had a whole pile of melon salad, a few strawberries, and two bites each of scrambled eggs, grits with syrup, hash browns with ketchup, sausage, and french toast with cherries hiding underneath.

I killed this plate while the people at our table who didn’t go for the buffet waited for their food, and then twiddled my thumbs. Downside of the buffet.

Upside of the restuarant?

You mention that there are a couple of birthdays in the group and they bust out two whole freaking cakes.

After breakfast Crockett and I walked back to our motel, to burn off a little breakfast.

Crockett went old school.

Doesn’t this look just like the picture on the Pancake Chef menu? I’m such a good photographer I sometimes don’t even know what to do with myself.

I asked Crockett to take a picture of me in front of the bridge, and then right when he pushed the button I realized we were standing in front of a lighthouse.

A LIGHTHOUSE.

I love lighthouses. I find them romantic. Probably because I was never a lighthouse keeper.

After the lighthouse, I was pretty much done with Mackinaw, so we headed down to Mio.

The Mio reunion was Crockett’s mom’s family (everything prior was Crockett’s dad’s family), and it was much more structured. They reserved space at the Mio park and set up a tent and had meals planned and all sorts of magical magic.

The camp came with lots of space to play, which the kids of the fam took full advantage of.

I’m not going to lie. Crockett’s mom’s family is enormous. I’m still not sure I knew some of the names that I thought I knew. They’re also super nice.

We celebrated the birthdays again. (Yes, these are the same two kids celebrating. Yes, this is the third time we’re having cake. Yes, they are kids after my own heart.)

We also had the grown up camper’s equivalent of birthday cake: Cheetos and red wine (Big House Red – surprisingly delicious even in a Super 8 cup). There were two full tables of food – pulled pork, sloppy joes, ten million kinds of chips, brownies, candy, and salads? Oh my god salads. Tuna salads, pasta salads, fruit salads, ambrosia salads, potato salads, vegetable salads… no plain salad salad, but basically anything else you can think of that ends in salad? Yeah, they had that salad.

Then, sadly, we ran into some Mother Nature shaped issues.

In this case, Mother Nature was shaped like a whole lot of raindrops. For a whole long time.

I was borrowing sweatshirts and wiggling into my pants in the backseat of the car. From my position here in my 70 degree Colorado evening, I’m having a hard time remembering the cold, but I know it was there.

The family was cool enough that being under the tent was pretty slick, so we survived the rain.

Two days later, we started the drive home.

P.S. I would have included pictures of Pioneer General (aka Am-Depot), but I was too busy buying Amish knives and Amish candy and wondering if I could pull off and Amish straw hat to remember to take any. Sad, I know. The knives are badass, though.

 

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.

Wordless Wednesday

Wednesday, April 13th, 2011