Posts Tagged ‘sandwich’

many many responsibilities

Sunday, August 19th, 2012

I started my new job on June 4th – this Monday will mark the beginning of my twelfth week.

I’m kind of used to it now – to going to work in the morning and coming home in the afternoon and usually packing a lunch. This week, though, i started messing with my schedule – instead of running in the morning, I’ve been running at lunchtime. It’s nice because I get to sleep in a little, but I’m usually not hungry right after I run, so my lunch ends up just being nibbles of whatever I brought all afternoon.

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On Thursday I just had lots of snacky stuff. Tofu, a pretty good peach, peach pie, nuts, and the scalloped tomatoes with croutons.

I actually ate everything but the tofu – I just didn’t really feel like it. And then I was starving when I got home. Serves me right.

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I had some cheese and some naan and some wine when I got home.

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Then Crockett heated me up some semi-vindaloo and I ate it while we watched the last episode of the first season of The Walking Dead.

My favorite part of that show is when the lead character forgets to use his American accent.

(I’m calling the semi-vindaloo semi because it’s just pork simmered with onions in vindaloo spices and coconut milk. I think real vindaloo has a lot more going on.)

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Yesterday for lunch, my whole team (14 people!) went to Carino’s Italian Grill. It was seriously terrible. First of all, there is no such thing as a good restaurant experience when 14 people order at the same time – at least not somewhere with one server per section and a lunchtime rush. One guy ordered the unlimited soup, salad, and breadstick lunch, and got his second bowl of soup almost twenty minutes after he requested it. Another guy ordered a glass of wine – and it came with the check.

The bread on my meatball sandwich was good, but the meatballs were… odd. There was something GREEN in them. Pepperoncini, maybe? The fries were covered with parmesan cheese, which was the only good thing about them. At all.

Plus the whole thing literally took like two hours.

My night was a much better experience. It was the last Louisville Street Faire, so Crockett and I met up with some friends and my mom and took in some tunes and some drinks and generally painted the town red. We got home at after 1, which is SO LATE.

I got up at 11 today.

It’s like I’m in my twenties or something up in here y’all.

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Is it weird that I took a picture of my mom and myself in the bathroom of a restaurant? No? Thanks, I didn’t think so either.

How was your Friday night?

odds and ends

Thursday, August 2nd, 2012

The food at my training sucked.

Ok, fine. That may not be entirely true – I wouldn’t know about two of the days.

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I don’t know if you can see the problem here, so let me lay it out for you.

There are green peppers in every one of those options. The middle one is tofu! Which was nice for vegetarians! But still, green peppers.

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Those are not jalepenos. They’re bell peppers.

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Who the hell puts bell peppers in guacamole? Our cafeteria, apparently.

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Is it terrible to say that I briefly considered eating something with the peppers in it to get out of the training via allergic reaction? Briefly, I said! When I’d ruled that out, I ended up with a choice of a tortilla with cheese and either lettuce or sour cream.

Fortunately, I’d packed a lunch. I had some tasty farro and mozzarella balsamic salad while everyone else enjoyed their fajita bar.

And then I made Rick Bayless’s Zucchini, Corn, and Poblano Tacos at home to make myself feel better.

They were awesome.

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Day two was lasagne. Have you seen a tray of hotel lasagne? With unidentified meat product in the red version and a puddle of oil seeping out of the white version? Then you know what the lasagne looked like.

I didn’t eat it either. I ate farro and mozzarella balsamic vinegar salad again. I am VERY original.

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Yesterday we had sandwiches! I ate those. And the cookie. And two platefuls of the fruit salad.

Yum.

Anyway, overall? Training food is not good food. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

the heart wants what it wants

Monday, November 7th, 2011

Yesterday morning, my heart wanted a Dutch baby.

Not an actual Dutch baby. I don’t know where I’d get an actual Dutch baby. Hell, I don’t know where I’d get a baby on a Saturday morning. We have friends with new babies, I guess… but they’re not Dutch.

Digression.

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Dutch Baby (German Pancake)
Based on that badass Alton Brown’s recipe

2 tablespoon unsalted butter
1/2 cup all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
1/2 cup milk
2 eggs

Heat the oven to 375 F.

Find a pan of some kind. I used an 8 inch cake pan – a cast iron pan is more traditional, but it has to be 8 or 10 inches and ours is 12. The bigger one means less puff, and the whole point of a Dutch baby is the puff.

Put the butter in the pan and put the pan in the oven to let the better melt. Don’t forget. Seriously. Brown butter is delicious but is not the point. Do I need to mention again that the puff is the point?

Stir together the dry ingredients, and mix with the wet ingredients in a blender, food processor, or mixing bowl if you have a stick blender. (Stick blenders are awesome). Blend until totally uniform.

Pull the pan out of the oven, and pour about half the butter into the batter. Combine super quick, and pour the batter into the pan, then stick the pan back in the oven.

Bake for 22 – 25 minutes. It will still be soft in the middle, but it will be puffy all across.

Sadly, it will sink.

Still, it will taste puffy.

You can eat with more sugar sprinkled on top, or with syrup, or with lemon wedges as Alton suggests. I, personally, like them plain. Crockett ate his plain because I forgot to tell him he had other options.

Serves 2. Or just me.

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Obviously I ate half before taking the picture – sorry!

After breakfast I went to the gym, and then did something very important.

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Took my best friend to the vet.

She has a terrible ear infection.

Don’t worry – we have pills and ointments now, and she’s already on the mend.

Then, I came home and started studying for my Mathematical Stats midterm which is tomorrow at 9 which I should be studying for right now. If anyone has any insights regarding characteristic functions, now would be the time to share :).

Lunch happened like this:

 

me: Cloey is sleeping
I’m glad I went
I love her so much
she’s my baby
2:04 PM Crockett: I’m sure she’s glad you took her, too.
2:06 PM me: whoops
I just accidentally blocked you
and then unblocked you
could you tell?
was it lke EMMA HATES YOU for a second?
2:07 PM Crockett: ha
no, I didn’t notice
2:09 PM you want a sandwich?
2:10 PM me: from a place or from our fridge?
Crockett: fridge
(that is a place)
me: excellent point
you want proscuitto and manchego paninis?
Crockett: Does anyone deliver sandwiches around here?
me: I have no idea
probably
Dominos
2:11 PM Crockett: blech
me: blech to proscuitto and manchego paninis or dominos?
Crockett: dominos
OMGYES to that other thing
me: :)
ok

 

We were across the hall from each other while we had this chat.

That’s just how we roll in our house.

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Whole grain bread brushed with olive oil on the outside, then a thin layer of mustard, then cheese, then slices of pear, then proscuitto. After I grilled them, I pulled them apart and shoved in some arugula.

The bread was a little much, honestly. Very seedy and kind of overpowering – I bought it at Costco awhile ago and stuck in the freezer. I’s good but this sandwich needed something subtler.

Anyway.

I studied for hours and got basically nowhere, which was super fun for me, and then Crockett and I met up with his mom and brother and went out to dinner.

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I realize this is not good looking. I swear the chicken wasn’t actually pink in my warm squash and beet salad with chicken, bacon, and maple dressing at The Empire.

It was SO GOOD.

Since Crockett’s mom is only in town for the weekend, we played it big and went out for another drink afterwards.

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Punk.

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… in Ale.

I love pumpkin beer, and the Dogfish Head is sort of a cult version. it’s super hard to get, so when I saw they had it dove right in. It was exactly as delicious as I remembered, and I would kill to have some in my fridge right now. Someone remind me next year, ok?

suburgatory

Monday, October 31st, 2011

I’m not actually watching Suburgatory, because our TV either doesn’t get CBS or it’s moved somewhere that I can’t find it.

However, I’m feeling very suburban lately. Friday night, Crockett went out to Denver while I hung out with a girlfriend in Louisville. Then Saturday night Crockett and I went out… again in Louisville. Last night I did school work and we watched tv and went to bed at a reasonable hour. Today is HALLOWEEN and my plans involve handing out candy while wearing… my normal clothes.

Sigh.

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After I writing yesterday, I realized how much meat and cheese and how few vegetables I’d eaten over the weekend, so I made myself an insane salad when I got home from my run. First, I microwaved half a spaghetti squash. While that was happening, I sliced segments out of a grapefruit, and put them in a bowl with arugula and goat cheese. I mixed the super hot ow-my-fingers squash with a little olive oil and pepper, put it on top of the greens, and topped the whole thing with some fluffy grated romano.

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When I mixed it all up, it was warm from the squash, spicy from the pepper and arugula, creamy from the cheese, and tangy from the grapefruit. It was a taste experience, y’all.

(Yes, I know I just said I was eating too much cheese and then I ate more – but it was offset by the two pounds of vegetables. That’s a totally valid nutritional choice. I think.)

Awhile ago, I read that freezing tofu and then thawing it and draining it gives it a more appealing chewy texture. I stuck some in the freezer like three weeks ago, and then freaked out on Wednesday thinking maybe it could freeze for too long. I moved it to the fridge to defrost and promptly forgot about it.

Sigh. Food planning.

Anyway, last night I made a marinade of lemongrass and curry powder for it, and then pan fried big pieces to put in a sandwich.

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It was… ok. I’m eating the leftovers for lunch today. I don’t really feel like I have the hang of tofu.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

ETA: Yeah, I wrote Thanksgiving right there. What? I have no idea. Brain? Mine? Where?

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.

cookie hangover

Wednesday, February 16th, 2011

The only cure for a cookie hangover is taking cookies to class.

I actually only ate alf the cookie during class. Then, during my lunch break, I ate my turkey and green chili mustard sandwich.

See the green? That green chili mustard is the best mustard purchase I’ve ever made. It was totally worth carting from Santa Fe.

I lazed in the sun for awhile.

And then I went for a run around Golden.

And then I ate the rest of my cookie.

And then I went to more classes.

And then I came home.

Tuesdays are always very exciting.

I’m going to go eat another cookie now.

simplest song there isn’t much to it

Wednesday, January 26th, 2011

Tuesday is my long day. I leave the house at breakfast time and come home at dinner time.

It’s not my favorite day, for that reason, but two of my classes are seminar style, so I get to talk a lot. I like to talk a lot. So that helps.

I made smoothies for breakfast in the non-fluffy-smoothie maker (i.e. not the food processor) and it made me 7 minutes late getting out the door, so I forgot to take pictures. Mine was cherry. Crockett’s, because I’m holding onto those frozen cherries like they’re frozen gold (or just regular gold), was blueberry. Both had spinach.

Veggies for breakfast. That’s how we do it.

I had about forty five minutes to kill after doing my campus errands. Not quite long enough to get to my car, get my gym clothes, change, work out, change back, and eat. Also, I didn’t feel like it.

Yes, I have a half marathon in like six weeks. Shut up.

I used my forty five minutes to take pictures around campus. And eat lunch. Above, you see a sculpture of donkeys, necking. You’re welcome.

I just love these buildings. The near one is the computer science building (so technically my building), and the far one is the math building and the one I have my office in.

Speaking of my office (yes, I am a master of the written transition, thank you for noticing), that’s where I ate my lunch. Ham and low-fat (i.e. heart healthy – at this point the two most useful words you can use when describing my heart healthy diet are ‘lip’ and ‘service’) cheddar and a pink lady apple.

Then? When I went to my Theory of Computation class (as awesome as it sounds)? I noticed that there is a soda machine in the hallway…

… that accepts credit cards.

Here’s the thing. I almost bought $1.50 Diet Pepsi with my credit card just because I could, and I don’t even really like Diet Pepsi. Diet Coke girl, right here.

There’s something about monochromatic campus scenes that really appeal.

To me. Appeal to me.

I mean, maybe they appeal to you too. I don’t really know. But isn’t that pretty?

After my very long day, I felt like being not in my brain. You know that feeling?

I decided to make soup. Brainless soup.

That name works on many levels.

Step 1) Garlic.

Step 2) One can sweet potato puree (from Crockett’s cupboard, where there is a wealth of unexpected food and yet no vanilla), and two cans of black beans (also from the cupboard).

Not pictured, a tablespoon or so of dried onions.

Here’s the thing. My dad used dried onions in the spaghetti sauce we always had growing up, and our last name ends in an i, and dried onions are always there when you need them (I’m looking at you, fresh onions that fail to jump into my basket at the grocery store). I’ve embraced the beauty of dried onions.

Step 3) Put chopped garlic, can of potatoes, 1 can of beans, onions, and 1 tbs olive oil into a big pot. Turn on the heat and stir it all up until it starts to sizzle.

Step 4) Add some stock, or, if you’re me, some vegetable flavored Better than Bullion and some water. I used a black bean can full of water. I recommend you use more than that – our soup ended up a little more like dip than we ultimately desired.

Step 4) Open that can of chipotle peppers you bought for some other recipe you didn’t end up making and pull out one pepper. ONE, people. This is not supposed to be a spicy soup. Chop it up and throw it into the big pan.

Step 5) Using a) an immersion blender or b) a food processor (if you’re a glutton for punishment), mix up everything that’s already in the pan. I went smooth, which may have contributed to the whole ‘dip’ problem. When you’re to your desired smoothity, add the other can of black beans. (If you want a truly smooth soup, you can add both cans at the beginning and whir it all up, just make sure you add enough water to make it soupy and not bean puree’y.)

Step whatever-we’re-on) If your boyfriend got down the chocolate while you were making his tall ass get your necessary ingredients out of the cupboard, throw some in. What the hell.

Step whatever-we’re-on + 1) If you bought two pounds of crimini mushrooms at Costco last week with no clear plan on how to use them, saute about eight ounces up with a little more olive oil, some salt, a smidge of whatever you’re drinking while cooking (beer would be good, wine will do), and about a teaspoon of the adobo sauce the chipotles were canned in.

Put the soup in a bowl. Crush tortilla chips on top, then dump mushrooms over the the whole mess.

Eat.

It was good, y’all.

Everybody loves a Tuesday.

brrrrr

Friday, January 21st, 2011

Some days I just can’t warm up.

Today was kind of stupid, y’all. I have had this whole job/school thing going on lately, and despite some last minute McGyvering on the part of myself and my prospective boss the job thing has fallen through.

I’m all school all the time.

Except for that consulting business that I’m going to get up and running any second now. And also my blogging. And also some moving into a new house. I keep thinking I’m almost done with that, but I think it takes a lot longer than I’m giving it credit for – the whole moving thing.

On Tuesday I had this whole sadface thing going on because I forgot my lunch and had to eat crappy salad from the salad bar. Salad with weird generic meat and nasty wrinkly mushrooms. Much better: turkey, low fat cheddar, and mustard sandwich on whole wheat bread, eaten while walking from the gym to a meeting.

I was surrounded by lil engineer boys who found my photo taking kind of hilarious. Seriously, one stopped and pointed.

Dude, it’s a pretty sandwich.

I had an orange too, but I chose not to eat it during my meeting. No one likes that orange smell when they can’t have an orange too.

I snuck it in before my next class though. I don’t care if my classmates are jealous of my oranges.

Because I didn’t know if I was going to be school-Emma or work-Emma, I didn’t buy any school books yet. As school Emma, I have no books and therefore can’t do any homework.

Too bad.

I’m obsessively labeling instead.

Why didn’t I just write on the box?

Who can say.

Even the furniture got sticky notes.

The puppy is not amused by the boxes and the fact that her bed is mysteriously MIA.

She has a small brain and can’t seem to remember that she climbed out of it right before getting into the car at Crockett’s.

Part of the house that I haven’t started packing? The bathroom.

Because there’s a lot of crap in there and it’s all little and icky and I have to choose what to do and yada yada yada.

I returned to Crockett’s for a nice warm bowl of chili… but I got lazy and made a dinner smoothie instead.

Dinner smoothie: two handfuls of spinach, a handful of oatmeal, some yogurt, a frozen banana, and milk. In other words, it’s a breakfast smoothie with slightly less fruit.

And club soda.

I love club soda.

Downside of dinner smoothies?

I’m freaking freezing now.

Brrrr.

weird day, people

Tuesday, November 30th, 2010

It started off normally enough.

Coffee and smoothie. No surprise there, right?

What if I told you it was THE MONSTER SMOOTHIE THAT ATE MANHATTAN?

AND THEN I ATE IT?

No, seriously, it was like 18 oz. It was ridiculous. I loved it. Also, I used cottage cheese instead of yogurt, because I only have expensive yogurt (I’m looking at you Chobani) and I wanted to eat it in a manner in which it deserved. Turns out cottage cheese makes a smoothie taste like a milkshake. It’s magic, I highly recommend it.

Then on the way to school I saw a bumper sticker that said ‘So, how’s that whole ‘hopey-changey’ thing working out for you?’. I was amused for two reasons: 1) because that person is in the wrong county, yo – this is BOULDER. We LIKE Obama here. 2) Because I took this from my car, obviously, and this car was 20 feet in front of me (probably – I suck at that kind of estimating shit), and I was able to blow this up to be almost legible.

CSI is real.

Then, while still in my car, I noticed something. Something weird.

A dent in my forehead.

I hadn’t had a hat on all morning. Where did the dent come from? NO ONE KNOWS. (P.S. I took this picture while at a stop light.) Dent notwithstanding, I made it to class, and then went to the gym.

Where, in an unexpected case of not-a-fun-fact, I found this in the restroom.

Yeah, I took a picture while peeing. For you.

I crammed a full winter outfit into a moderately sized locker, and headed upstairs. Where I was confronted by….

The most depressing gym poster ever.

I guess that it sorta makes sense to teach college kids that booze has calories. Because clearly, engineering students who made it all the way through high school probably think that alcohol is made from calorie free unicorn tears.

Probably.

On my way back to my office, after 4 miles and a upper body workout, I stopped in the quad to take pictures of my lunch.

The only weird thing about this part of the story is me, and I’m basing that solely on the looks the other students were giving me.

More curried turkey salad (with the celery chopped in this time) on a sandwich thin.

The aforementioned pricey yet delicious Chobani, with a little wild honey on top, for dessert.

Then a biscotti leftover from my mom’s thanksgiving contribution. For dessert dessert.

Then class, homework, blah blah blah*.

Then the exact same dinner as last night. Because I’m original like that.

*Also, I watched all eight episodes of this season of Glee. One while doing homework before school, one while on the treadmill, and six between then and now (while doing homework and cooking). HOW did I just start watching this show? WHAT will I do when this episode ends? Wait until next week? Awful. This is why I only watch shows that have finished their run and are available in their entirety on DVD.

Tuesday dinner

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

Sourdough bread (Rudi’s). Mixed olive hummus. Salted cucumbers.
Tasty tartines.