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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.)

 

Thursday. A day of reckoning.

Friday, October 22nd, 2010

I had two things to do yesterday.

1) Homework.

2) A meeting to help form the Colorado Computer Science Teachers Association.

I am not a computer science teacher. I can’t even call myself a computer scientist at this point. However, my school is helping to form this, and the grant I’m working under is sort of related, so bing-bang-boom. I was expected to attend the meeting, which was four hours long and forty five minutes south of my house.

What does one need to start a day with SO MANY RESPONSIBILITIES?

Coffee and a cherry smoothie, of course.  (Cherry smoothie: Grape Nuts, milk, yogurt, frozen bananas, frozen cherries, and sometimes about three drops of almond extract.)

Is it weird that smoothie isn’t spelled smoothy?

You’ll notice that my smoothie was enjoying in the same location as my dinner last night – in bed. Maida, my puppy, was keeping a close eye in case I spilled any – isn’t that just the sweetest most food grubbing thing you can imagine. To reward her, I took her squirrel hunting.

Don’t worry, I took out the boring parts for you. Read: trunk. Nobody likes a trunk.

On my return to the house, I deflected homework by deciding what to make for lunch.

Raw chicken? NO. If I wait, that chicken will be miraculously cooked when I arrive home, thanks to the miracle of the slow cooker. (The lightning is warning me not to lick the barbecue sauce off the chicken, even though it’s delicious).

The barbecue sauce is delicious, not the raw chicken.

Obviously.

Barring that, my choices were falafel or… falafel. A couple of weeks ago Crockett and I went to Costco and I bought this huge two part package of falafel balls (heh – balls), along with a family sized tub of hummus and some nifty cook-em-yourself flatbreads. I froze half of each, but I’ve since worked through the unfrozen halves of everything but the hummus. Forty thousand pounds of hummus goes a long way, turns out.

Please note the yellowish cast of the flatbread. As I said yesterday- not-quite-florescent lightbulbs of death are to blame for that. But lookit how pretty the lunch came out! Please note that in this case, the chocolate chocolate chip pumpkin muffins I made on Wednesday are in fact cupcakes, because I’m eating them for dessert. Today, they are muffins again. You’ll get the hang of it, don’t worry.

After the meeting (which involved construction paper and scissors – AWESOME), I met Crockett and his buddy out for pizza and beer.

I kept it light, don’t worry. My stomach is still running at about 70%.

Crockett had a head start, but I had a Guinness that it took me a full hour to get through. Moderately interesting side note: did you know that Guinness is in fact sort of a light beer? It has roughly 15% fewer calories than something like Coors.

We shared two pizzas: duck confit and smoked mozzarella.

That’s right, y’all. Duck confit on a pizza. What’s duck confit, you ask?

Duck cooked and stored in its own rendered fat.

Rendered. Fat.

After one piece of each, I retired to let the boys watch hockey in peace and finally tackle my homework.

How was YOUR Thursday?