December 23, 2016 § Leave a comment
No, but seriously. I’ve been taking an exceptional number walks. It’s a problem.
i baked this cake for my friend’s birthday, then ate the entire thing by myself
One thing that really isn’t helping is the fact that my sister is literally posting pictures of her abs on social media. Because she has abs to post, not a doughy mid-section mass.
I know, the holidays, self-discipline, blah blah. But let’s be real. I blame Trump.
there used to be 5 of those on there
Or *blamed* Trump. Then I saw this:
Because everything else wasn’t enough.
And I realized, there is just no fighting it. This year is unstoppable. Resistance is futile.
2016, you win. I surrender. Bring on the bonbons.
May 13, 2016 § Leave a comment
I never take selfies (“WHY??” I hear your collective mental chorus screaming, as you take in the above shot). And no, before you ask, that picture has not been photoshopped. That is me in my natural state about 3 minutes ago. No makeup, no fancy filters. In my PJs. All. Natural. Even the eye bags. #blessed
But the thing is, because I never have my camera turned around, I always forget that on my phone the automatic built-in setting for selfies is called “Beauty face”. And it says it right there on the screen. Every time.
It’s the best.
ANYWAYYYY…the reason I took the selfie in the first place is because this morning three extraordinary things happened:
- I have no clients today
- Paul is home and took the kids for an hour
- My coffee was really, really good
So the obvious direction my morning would take was to drink another cup of coffee — HOT coffee — BY MYSELF and do something “productive”.
I never drank coffee until I started getting up at 4:45am to coach swim practice before work. And even then half the time I’d drink tea. Because coffee stains your teeth and gives you bad breath and is addictive.
Today, if I could mainline coffee, I would.
But maybe it’s a good thing I can’t, because I have found that drinking a really good cup first thing in the morning is one of the best things IN THE WORLD. Right up there with a getting a surprise package in the mail or a good morning BM. It can change the course of your entire day. And this morning, my coffee was DELICIOUS. And I am riding that high.
That’s all. That’ my entire point. The message I felt compelled to shout from the rooftops. Good coffee is so good. Highly recommend getting some.
And if you were wondering…
That is the coffee I had this morning. Garibaldi Goods is where you can buy it and other delicious things.
June 17, 2013 § 2 Comments
8am. In the office kitchen minding my own business, making myself some breakfast, when my coworker walks in. She takes one look at me, points to the breakfast I’m mixing together and, with a completely appalled look on her face:
“What. Is that.”
“Oh, it’s just plain yogurt and some dry cereal mixed together.”
“What is that stuff?”
“Yeah, like strawberry jelly. I mix a little in there too because plain yogurt by itself is…well, plain.”
“Yeah. It looks horrible.”
…says the woman who introduced me to chitlins and chicken livers, which look like this:
i chose the most appetizing picture of chitlins i could find, you’re welcome
Great week ahead!
August 22, 2012 § 1 Comment
It’s starting to look like…
…like Spike got a new football jersey! (because his old one was too small). And he is HAP-PY.
School’s back in session, the football stadium PA system is back up and running (you can hear it from our house, Spike flips every time, so that’s fun), and on Sunday I ran for over an hour with J and didn’t even feel like I was going to keel over and die from heat. I put a SWEATSHIRT on Saturday morning.
You know what all of this means. Fall’s coming.
Make jam! (I know it’s still August, but Paul’s working 24 hour shifts and I figured it’d be good practice.)
So, full disclosure, these are not our strawberries. Our strawberry bush in the back of the yard suffered the same tininess problem as our raspberries this year. So these came from the farmers market.
First step was to pull out and dust off the country living bible.
It has about 30 recipes for various types of jams, jellies, and preserves. Of course. Strawberry jam had 2 ingredients and 4 steps. Decision made.
We already had all the gear (big pot, lids, tops, jars, tongs, rack, etc) which had been used for a lot of pickling. But no preserves yet.
First, wash. Then hull.
First attempt I tried to hull with the apple corer. Stupid. Don’t do that. Use a butter knife.
Then you take the berries and you mash ’em, you mash ’em (Molly, name that song.)
Then it’s time for ingredient #2: sugar! Mix some of that in.
Try not to lose your spoon in the mush.
Then comes the fun part: dump the whole thing in a pot…
..and start stirring.
Stir and stir and stir some more, so it doesn’t burn, until it starts to boil. Then…keep stirring!
During this time I started sterilizing the jars and lids. Also started boiling the big pot of water for the final sterilization process. Also realized why this is a cold weather activity (I was sweating profusely.)
Then, when the jam was thick (almost an hour and a half of stirring later….seriously. Fortunately my sister in law gave me the password for her HBO GO so I could watch Girls the whole time), I pulled the jars and lids out of the oven, dumped the jam in them jars, screwed the lids on (but not super tight), and threw them in the boiling water for 10 minutes.
The water should be about 2 inches above the top of the jars (so ignore that big one sticking out). Then took them out for the REALLY exciting part, where you hear the jars suction themselves shut as they cool.
It looks a little…foamy. Maybe I was supposed to scrape that off the top? Reading directions has never been my forte. We’ll find out when we taste it.
For those of you who don’t own The Book and want more sophisticated instructions than “mash the berries and stir”, there are a million recipes online (like here and here and here, from my friend Neeley.)
June 18, 2012 § Leave a comment
Paul is on a soft boiled egg kick.
Fortunately, we have this hand-crocheted egg warmer shaped like a chicken (a wedding gift from Paul’s German aunt, she made them), boiled egg holders, and special spoons to scoop the eggs out of the shell. So at least we were properly equipped when his craving kicked in.
Apparently the Germans take their soft boiled eggs seriously.
We also happen to be overflowing with eggs (anyone local interested in some fresh eggs, let me know.) Romy and Michelle are UNSTOPPABLE.
…and for your enjoyment, the best way to peel a hard boiled egg, courtesy of Tim Ferris.
Consider yourself enlightened.
March 2, 2012 § Leave a comment
Hope everyone had a great leap day and made the best of those extra 24 hours…
The beginning of March signals…the end of February Fitness. So how did it go?
Swimming: I was right around 40,000 yards again (about 10K a week), which was whatever. BUT! The good news is that trying to squeeze in the yards helped me figure out that if I fudge my schedule, I can and swim 3x a week by squeezing in a short swim right after coaching morning practice (instead of the 1x a week I was doing last season). This a habit I will continue to follow into March and beyond. So, success.
Sugar: Aside from Joe’s birthday cake, the Ale 8 and Moon Pie (which, due to cultural sensitivities, I couldn’t decline), a trip to Orange Leaf (which is really chemicals, not sugar), and one day at work where I had a total meltdown and ate like 5 mini chocolate bars, I ROCKED IT (I know that sounds like I didn’t rock it, but for me it was a huge step in the right direction). Sugar loses. I win.
No bitching rule: Errrrrr…2 out of 3 isn’t bad.
SO! What’s up in March?
Now that I can run again (I ran 6 this morning without pain…heck yeah) training for Hawaii is starting to really happen. The unseasonably warm weather hasn’t hurt either. Alison, who is in the process of getting her coaching certification, is using me as her first client…or guinea pig. So she’s the boss from here on out. Bring it.
Also happening in March, apparently a lot of this:
Despite the uneventful morning weather, the weathermen are predicting Armaggedon this afternoon. They closed the public schools at noon. I got sent home from work at 1:30. Jim Cantore is here in Lexington. We are currently a 9 on the TOR:CON Index. Apparently sh*t’s about to go down. But right now, the sun is shining and things are calm.
So, in the meantime, I’m sitting on the in-laws back porch (they have a basement, we don’t) enjoying the unseasonably warm sunny weather with Spike. And secretly freaking out on the inside.
Update: We are now a TORCON 10. And I’m following Jim Cantore on Twitter.
February 16, 2012 § 5 Comments
When my sister moved to Baltimore last year and started raving about what a great place it was to live, I was like, whatever. I’ve seen The Wire.
Welp, turns out Baltimore is kind of awesome. My sister and Joe live in Federal Hill, where there are approximately 400 really fantastic restaurants and bars within walking distance of their apartment. The neighborhood sits right on the bay, it’s a 15 minute walk from downtown, and craft beer abounds.
They also have crab tots, which are just as delicious as they sound.
My roommate from freshman year of college, who I haven’t seen in like 8 years and who also happens to live in Baltimore, picked us up from the airport, which was beyond fantastic. Molly took a pic of us, but it was taken in the rain, in the dark, and we both look like corpses. So I’ll spare you.
Molly put together a little shindig on Saturday night for Joe, which was great. A few people we knew when we were kids from SB who just happen to live in B’more showed up:
…and at the end of the night Molly ran home with what remained of the monstrosity that was Joe’s birthday cake.
(The chef couldn’t find his 9” cake pan, so he used his 12” pan. It was the size of a car tire.)
The next day was really cold and windy. Molly had to leave early for Texas where she’s doing some pre-deployment training, so Joe, Paul, and I wandered around the city…
…stopped by a car show, where this happened…
(it started coming at me as I took the picture, scared the crap out of me). And we ate some crab tots. Then we flew home.
Good times. Hope to go back soon. Happy 30th Joe!