Garlic + Bacon = Love

Last night in our fridge we had: turkey bacon, cheese, and 2 eggs.  We also had some garlic and a bag of tortellini in the cupboard.  Paul is a master at finding or creating recipes using whatever we have around.  And this night he came up with  Tyler Florence’s Spaghetti alla Carbonara (or some variation of it…Tyler Florence is Paul’s go-to online chef.)   Changes to the recipe include:

  • Turkey bacon torn into pieces (unfortunately it doesn’t really crumble) instead of pancetta
  • One egg instead of 2
  • Tortellini instead of spaghetti
  • No parsley
  • A little less cheese
  • Add a side of cauliflower and broccoli

Voila.  It was actually really, really good.  Quick, easy to make, and delicious.  Nice work Paul.

Kentucky Hike #2: Rockcastle–Cumberland Confluence

Location: Laurel County, Daniel Boone National Park

Distance: 4.5 miles

Entry Fee: $0

The trailhead for this hike is located about 90 minutes south of Lexington next to London, KY, home of the World Chicken Festival, which attracts 250,000 people annually.  This hike is actually supposed to be a 9 mile loop, but once we saw the conditions of the trail we figured a shorter out and back might be a safer alternative, so that’s what we did.

We left our apartment around 8am on a beautiful Saturday to get there with plenty of time to get back for Ben Sollee, who was playing at a bar downtown that evening.  On the drive there we saw a person run across the freeway–a guy in an orange hat and camo carrying a shotgun.  Things to know when you go into the Kentucky woods any time between September and March: bring your gun and your dying deer whistle…it’s hunting season.

Once we hit London and started in on the back roads.  First thing I noticed: there were quite a few pickups sporting that deer antler decal and guys wearing orange hats and camo with racks of guns….drinking.  At 9am.  At this point I started to get nervous and tried to get Paul to seriously consider whether it was safe to hike back in the woods with a bunch of gun-toting drunkards trying to shoot large animals (I wasn’t convinced.)

We pulled over to a convenience store on the side of the two-lane road to ask.  The lady inside the store, which was lined with animal heads, had this response:  “You’re going HIKING?  You’d best be wearing orange.”

Two florescent orange beanies later we were ready to go.  We also asked her if it would be safe to let our small dog off the leash.  Long pause.  “Should be OK.  It’s deer season.  Squirrel season doesn’t really begin until December.”

I was less than thrilled about the situation.  The only thing we had going for us is it is gun season, not crossbow.  I’d rather be hit with a bullet than an arrow.

The book said that at the trail head we’d find an “unpaved parking area.”  I envisioned a gravelly or dirt clearing.

We drove by it twice before we saw it.  We got out of the car to find that on the post at the trail head were these two signs:

At this point, I was so not feeling this hike.  While Paul was trying to convince me that bears don’t have babies until the spring, so the odds of one attacking us were slim, and I was going over the sign reviewing what we were supposed to do should we come across an aggressive bear (face the bear, but do not look him directly in the eyes, never turn your back) and how to avoid falling tree-tops, we heard a gunshot.  It took some serious coaxing and a promise that we would keep Spike on the leash for Paul to get me back out of the car and on the trail.

The book said this hike is best in spring and as soon as we entered the woods we saw at least one reason why.  With all the leaves that had recently fallen, the trail was completely gone.  So we forged our way through some nasty sharp nettles and vines and made our way down to Ned Branch Creek which, according to the map, we could follow for a few miles to a campsite.

The rock formations at Rockcastle are pretty amazing, and there were some awesome pools on the way.

We kept Spike on a leash for the first 45 min or so, but after getting tangled around one too many tree trunks, we figured he wouldn’t go that far, so we took him off and let him run free.

We made it to the campsite, ate, and after a few wrong turns made our way back to the car.  On the way home, we contemplated stopping at the local eatery:

…but we didn’t.  Overall, seeing as how we call came out alive and un-maimed, I considered the hike a raging success.  Someone crashed on the ride home.

Lessons learned: there is such a thing as bullfrog hunting season (May 21-Oct 31).  And you can hunt wild hog year round.

Flora and Fauna:  Hillbillies with guns.

A trip to The Big House

To me, few things are more festive than football in the fall.  So imagine my excitement when an old coworker/friend from California, who is in business school at Michigan, invited us up for the Illinois game this past weekend.  No better way to embrace the season.

…except it didn’t feel like fall up north.  We got to Michigan Friday night and it was 27 degrees.  After 5 years in California, neither Paul or I are equipped to deal with any temperature below 50, so we swung by an REI on the way into town.  I was also planning on doing my 10 mile run the following morning before the noon game started (because it definitely wasn’t going to be happening after the game) and needed to get some basic gear for running in the cold.  It was in REI that, in addition to a hat and ear warmers, I was totally suckered into buying a beautiful, completely overpriced running jacket (because I own exactly one long-sleeved shirt that I wear for running…my justification for the purchase.)  I experienced feelings of extreme guilt for spending so much on a stupid jacket…until I stepped outside at 7:30 the next morning in 23 degree weather to start my run.  I am in love.  I love my jacket.  

But enough about clothing.   After pre-gaming at the Michigan Business School Party Bus, we (and 111,000 other people) headed into the stadium…the biggest stadium in the country.  (I guess Michigan had the biggest, then Penn State built a bigger one, then Michigan rebutted and updated theirs to be the biggest again.  Pouring millions into a sports arena even though you can already seat over 100,000 people just to be bigger than the next guy…how American can you get.)   We sat in the student section and enjoyed some chili cheese fries, irish hot chocolate, and a lot of touchdowns.   Some idiot showed up wearing an Ohio State hat, both he and the hat were thrown out of the stadium.  The game went into triple overtime, Michigan won 67-65 (the score was higher than the basketball score for the two teams last year.) 

It was fun to be in college again for a weekend..and it only took me 3 days to recover.  Our hosts were wonderful.  Go Blue.

This week’s recipes

Monday

  • BBQ sandwiches

I can’t take credit for this one really, Paul came up with a recipe and it rocked. Instructions (straight from Paul):

1. get crock pot
2. get pork tenderloin
3. put pork tenderloin, some onion, garlic and bbq sauce in crock pot
4. cook for 6-8 hours on low

Scrumptious.

Tuesday

I had a meeting that ran until 7:30pm, so left over barbque sandwiches it was.

Wednesday

I stole this recipe from my friend Vanessa (and her friend Samantha’s) blog (located on my blogroll).  Paul was kind enough to go pick up some ingredients for me, which resulted in a few changes to the recipe:

  • Brown instant rice instead of white regular rice
  • Linenkugel’s Oktoberfest beer instead of Stone Pale Ale (I asked him to get KentuckyAle, but that somehow got lost in translation)
  • 1 cup chicken stock, 2 cups beef broth (instead of chicken broth…misunderstanding, these were all left over from previous recipes, Paul thought we had a lot of chicken broth, but we didn’t)
  • Chicken breasts instead of chicken legs
  • Low sodium tomato sauce (didn’t matter at all, there were so many other spices in there)

Turned out pretty good, as Paul will attest to.  Lots of leftovers.

Thursday

A pretty good, apparently French salad

Changes included using turkey bacon, no croutons, and a little less swiss cheese than recommended.   Also a delicious chicken noodle soup…from the can.  And some fresh potato rosemary bread from the bakery.

Heading out of town to Michigan again this weekend for a football game with an old coworker from California, so…

Friday

…will probably be Taco Bell on the road.  Yum.

We’ll fire up the stove again on Monday.

Go Blue.

Fighting the Cult

Today I was reflecting on the content of this blog, which started off as a guide to navigating the wild backroads and busy streets Northern California, and I noticed that the past 10 posts are comprised of:

  • cooking (4)
  • the dog (3)
  • the weather (1)
  • felt trees from Pottery Barn (1)
  • octopuses (2)

I told myself that the move to Kentucky would not turn me into a housewife whose favorite topic of conversation is the weather, but looking at that list…isn’t encouraging.

How fickle my heart…

Just three days ago Hippo was the apple of Spike’s eye.   Oh how quickly things change.

Meet: Octopus.  Before we could pull all of the gray stuffing from in between Spike’s teeth Hippo was a thing of the past, a companion scorned for a newer, cleaner, leggier replacement.

RIP Hippo.

This week’s recipes

Fail.  I think I cooked twice this week, and by “cooked” I mean made sandwiches.  I blame this on the fact that I started a new job, which threw off my schedule. 

Off to another wedding this weekend in DC, picking up the spatula again when I return on Monday.

30 Days of Thankfulness

“I feel a very unusual sensation – if it is not indigestion, I think it must be gratitude.”
~Benjamin Disraeli

I serendipitously stumbled upon a random blog post this morning (even though I don’t really understand paying $70 for a felt tree),  but I found it appropriate given the time of year and serendipitous because I was thinking along these lines just this morning.

Many friends (including myself) have experienced some major life changes in the past few months: getting married, breaking up and finding themselves single for the first time in almost a decade, having babies, losing old jobs, getting new jobs, re-evaluating current jobs, moving far away to strange places, and, of course, turning 30.   And while change is good, it is can be disruptive and not necessarily in line with your grand life plan.  And for me, too often (way too often) I let small defeats and frustration get the best of me.

So, in the spirit of the upcoming holidays, being exactly 30 days out from Thanksgiving, and entering my 30th year of life, I am going to embrace the aforementioned blogger’s suggestion and follow in her footsteps (though I will be using pieces of paper and a jar).  I know this isn’t a totally novel concept, but making an effort to really be aware of everything we do have and stop obsessing about the things that we don’t…every day…just for a month…it can’t hurt.

“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”
~Thornton Wilder