Posts Tagged ‘stew’

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Wednesday, January 26th, 2011

Doo-de-lee-do.

Doo-de-lee-do.

People, having Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays off does not suck.

Sure, I’m working 20 hours during those days for the National Science Foundation …. (as far as they know) … (just kidding, NSF guys, I totally am). But still, being home those days?
Not horrible.

Yesterday we started with oatmeal. All important and delicious oatmeal. As is our wont, we went two different directions: me, pumpkin butter and cottage cheese. Crockett, brown sugar and half and half.

You can’t say the man has bad taste.

The wake up process is gradual.

Coffee helps.

Right now, reading this, he’s wondering again why he decided to upgrade my camera for my birthday.

Part of the whole ‘breakfast nook’ thing seems to mean that I end up eating surrounded by puppies.

I eat surrounded by puppies because, honestly, I give the puppies whatever the hell they want.

It’s sort of ridiculous.

But? Just look at that face.

After lotsa school work and consulting-site work and a short trip back to my old house to pack up yet more stuff, I came home and made my favorite salad – the buffalo salad. Easy peasy: fake chicken patty, mixed greens (with baby spinach added because good lord if we had any more baby spinach it would technically be the baby spinach’s house instead of ours), light blue cheese dressing, and Frank’s Wing Sauce. People, if you are in the overlap of people who like salad and people who like buffalo wings and people who try to eat vegetarian sometimes just for kicks, you should try this. I recommend Marie’s Light Bleu Cheese dressing – not because they asked me to (they didn’t), but because a) I find it delicious and b) I find it reassuring that you find it in the refrigerated section. Unrefrigerated dairy freaks me out.

Afternoon snacks of the crucial variety: the last of my Chobani (sad face) and an orange, cut up all fancy like I learned in pastry school.

After Crockett got home, we had leftover stew. You can’t tell, but there is a secret ingredient this time.

Love.

Just kidding. I mean, there was totally love in there, but that’s no secret. I always cook with love. I’m loving like that. The secret ingredient in THIS bowl is broken up tortilla chips on the bottom, Frito pie style. You can’t see them, but they were there, and they were delicious.

Happy Monday (said from Tuesday night)!

dear internets

Sunday, January 23rd, 2011

There’s nothing like watching your man put the dishes away while he makes coffee and you do your seriously Sunday morning lounging.

After he cleared out, I made smoothies.

Since I was making two and my little smoothie blender has been working awfully hard just to make one lately, I used the food processor.

Ingredients: three handfuls of baby spinach, half cup of lowfat cottage cheese, half a fresh banana, half a frozen banana, milk, and frozen blueberries. Ingredients I forgot: raw oatmeal.

The food processor made the smoothie fluffy.

It was weird.

Properly fortified, we finally got around to taking down the Christmas tree. This is an ornament I made for him in 2009 (I know, you totally couldn’t tell), our first Christmas as a couple.

I know, I’m adorable.

This is my favorite of his ornaments. Even though the shininess of the adjoining ornaments made it impossible to focus on it. It came with him to Colorado from his parents house.

Instead of a star, we had a monkey abducting a nutcracker.

We’re subversive like that.

Also represented, a punching nun.

I have no explanation for this.

The tree looks so much less festive without the decorations.

Also, since it’s late January, so much more seasonally appropriate.

I think we should leave gold garland up year round.

This sap looked like diamonds to my eyes, but not to my camera.

I have photo-learning to do.

We stripped the tree, prior to taking it out the door.

At this point, we seriously considered just leaving it.

Because we’re subversive like that.

I went to my old house to pack up my bathroom (finally – also, why I have so many damn bottles of shampoo I have no idea), and came home to fortify myself with chicken stew and beer.

The stew doesn’t deserve a full recipe. It’s basically chicken thighs, kidney beans, pinto beans, crushed tomatoes, chili powder, salt, and cornmeal. Today I added more salt and a little crushed red pepper, and it’s much better, but it still needs help.

Crockett made some gaucamole for me and his brother, who is here. Crockett makes the world’s best guacamole. I may have previously mentioned that.

Then I shared my beer with a nun. This particular nun really enjoys her Newcastle – a woman after my own heart.

Sunday, man.