Posts Tagged ‘squash’


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.


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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?

spammers, the name ‘viagra’ is not subtle

Saturday, November 20th, 2010

I get 5 spam comments for every one real comment here on Mangled Baby Duck. Many of those commenters are using names such as ‘viagra now’ and ‘get viagra online’. What about that makes them think they’re going to get through a spam filter?

Anyway, on Thursday night I met two of my girlfriends for drinks and dinner at Laudisio, an Italian place in Boulder.

I was a few minutes early, and I thought ‘well, I’ll just stake out a table’. Yeah, no. Every group of women in Boulder county had the same idea. Laudisio’s happy hour goes until 7:30 – it’s popular, but I wasn’t really prepared for HOW popular. Betsy and Suzan, my girlfriends, were running a little bit late though. I hovered, waiting for someone to leave, and BOOM, snagged a table right as Suzan walked in the door.

I wasn’t hungry when I left the house, but the table snatching apparently wore me out. While I sipped on my teeny tiny happy hour martini, I ordered some olives, for the tiding over of my belly.

I ate most of them before I took the picture. I did mention that I was hungry, right?

I ended up ordering two tapas sized squash dishes. One was this soup, which was SUPER sweet. I never saw the official name, the waitress just told me about it, but after eating it I’m guessing the word ‘honey’ was in there somewhere. It was good though.

I also had roasted squash on polenta, but apparently I didn’t take a picture. It was perfect. The squash was less cooked than I would have done at home. Maybe I’ll aim for al dente in the future.

Betsy had this little pate plate with chutney and toast. Since she didn’t get very much, I didn’t ask to taste it.

Suzan had a salami plate (which obviously contained more than salami) and the chef’s cheese taster plate. One of the cheeses was possibly the grossest thing I’ve ever smelled in my life.

Overall, the food experience was kind of a bummer.

Good thing the company was so good.

can I get a witness

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

On Monday I checked out a South Beach book, because I do in fact desire a healthy heart more than, say, ice cream.


I discovered that the first phase (the one I learned about on the internet, that bastion of accuracy) was not for me. It’s to help control cravings, which I have, but also to bring about immediate rapid weight loss, which I don’t want any part of. ¬†I’m now working towards a balance of Phase 2 and Phase 3, with some things that I have laying around worked in for the next couple of days.

I explained all that in case you were wondering why my baby food colored pumpkin smoothie of the past several days has been replaced by:

Oh oats, how I’ve missed you. Plus, everyone knows oats are good for your heart.

I don’t know how they know, but they do.

For the oats, I threw half a frozen banana in with the water while it was boiling, then added the oats, canned pumpkin, and pumpkin pie spices. I finished it off with two big spoonfuls of yogurt. The yogurt particularly was a little odd, but it worked for me today.

I had to leave the house early, so I pieced together a sort of ridiculous lunch to stick in my backpack. Cottage cheese, check. My second to last apple cheddar scone, check. Apple slices, check. (I love how the apple sort of looks like an egg in that picture. A weird egg.)

After my 9 am commitment, I attempted to go to the gym. It went about as well as you might expect, what with the cold and all.

I did see this, though.

I don’t know why I thought this was funny. Who put the towel on the sign, the people from the gym or someone being a jackass? Either way it’s kind of funny. To me.

After my very very hard two miles on the treadmill (at 12 minutes each – there is seriously something wrong with my lungs right now), I swung through the “food court” because my goofy lunch no longer seemed appealing. Of course, a tortilla station, a pizza station, the HOME ZONE (I have no idea what they serve there), a burger station, and a deli didn’t seem appealing either. A salad bar would be nice, but … actually, I was going to make excuses, but why haven’t they put in a salad bar? Can it be that much harder than keeping raw beef on hand?

My lunch didn’t quite do it, so I delved into my trusty Larabar stash that I keep in my office at all times.

After getting a rave review from my advisor on my fellowship application, (yeah, THAT happened), I finally got to take my headachey coughy self home.

One good thing about being on the road during sunset is that you really get to appreciate it.

When I got home, I had two very important chores. First, to put some beans in a bowl of water so I could take a blurry picture of them.

And then tomorrow use them to make sort-of Italian wedding soup.

Second, to put a pot of water on a very low burner and add some baking soda and some cinnamon. I just read today that the baking soda in the warm water helps absorb kitchen smells, and .. cinnamon smells good. I did this, of course, so I could take a picture in which the white balance was so unbelievably screwed that black and white was my only option.

I’m fun like that.

Now I’m eating dinner. This is roasted brussels sprouts with spaghetti squash (I baked it the other day, scraped it out, and stuck the scrapings in the fridge), pesto, and lotsa parmesan cheese.

Actually, I’m going to get back to it. Night, y’all.