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I should be blogging

I should be, I really, really should be.

I even have a rare free evening tonight.  No plans with friends or with The Beau.  No working late.  Most evenings, when I’m not busy, I work out, which for some reason takes far more time than it should.  Get home, feed the cat, do a couple things around the house, then it’s 7pm and I finally get on the treadmill.  An hour there, then stretch, cool down, wind down, and it’s already 9pm.

But no workout tonight, since I had a laser treatment today and am not supposed exercise afterward.

What to do, what to do…

I could blog!

Or, I could make Bacon Caramels!

Okay, Bacon Caramels are done, now I can blog.

Or, I could finish sewing an eyemask!

Okay, done with that, now I can blog.

Or, I could watch the Bacon Caramels set!  (Hurry, set, hurry, so I can eat one.)

Oh, crap.  It’s after 10.

Maybe I’ll blog tomorrow…

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broccoli cornbread – little bits o’ heaven (via one tough lady lives on)

This is the only way I eat cornbread. I made it a couple of weeks ago for my cooking club, and one of the women asked for the recipe, her boyfriend loved it so much. I had to search my friend’s blog to find it (Categories, love, Categories), so I’m posting it here so the I can find it better. 🙂

Aunt Lois’ broccoli cornbread is in almost all of our family cookbooks that I’ve ever seen, but the below was pasted directly from an email to me from Tough Lady herself below, typos and all.    I was at the office, heading to the store on the way home, and had left the recipe at home but I knew she’d have it. What I didn’t realize was that she’d done this one so often that she was able to write the recipe from memory. I can’t imagine a holiday o … Read More

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Crack in a box

So….I guess it’s Girl Scout Cookie time?

Girl Scout Cookies

Image by Marit & Toomas Hinnosaar via Flickr

Another perk of being unemployed and rarely leaving the house – I have yet to be sucked onto the Girl Scout Cookie Train.

I’m sure I’ll be accosted on my next trip to the grocery store.

But here’s the thing. (There’s always a thing with me, isn’t there?) I’ve never been a huge Girl Scout Cookie fan. I usually end up buying a box of thin mints and a box of whatever the Peanut Butter ones are called, but only because I’m guilted into it. I don’t crave them. I can survive without them.

What about you? Are you a Girl Scout Cookie Addict? What’s your favorite kind?

 

Ghosts of boyfriends past

Photo by katmere

I got a call yesterday on a job I had applied for last week.  I had a brief phone interview with a woman who I think was HR, because she said she was going to “resubmit” my resume to the hiring manager, and I may or may not get a call back for an interview.  Great news, right?

Here’s the bad news.  The office is literally directly across the street from my ex-boyfriend’s house.  You could probably see his house from the office.

Why do we attach so much emotion to things like this?  Like, where we met someone, or where we had our first kiss, or what we ate on our 49th date?  Why do we have places we can’t go to because they remind us of that person?

ABC Restaurant is just a restaurant.  I’ve been there a million times.  In fact, I’ve been there with at least 5 different guys.  So why is it that whenever I go there, I think of Mr. X?  I’ve watched XYZ TV show for years, since before Mr. X and I started dating and broke up.  So why do I think of him every time I watch it?  I’ve tied my shoes by myself since I was 6 years old.  Why does tying them now make me think of Mr. X?  (These are basic example, people, not necessarily my specific experiences.  I don’t actually think of my ex when I tie my shoe, okay?)

And it’s not even that everything makes you think of your most recent ex.  I think of my college boyfriend any time I go to the zoo.  I think of Colorado Boyfriend every time it snows.  I think of one of my high school boyfriends every time I eat fortune cookies.  I think of Soccer Guy every time I see his college’s emblem…which is the same college my last ex supported, so why would I attach it to a guy I dated 6 years ago and not to the most recent one?

We attach memories to things, places, foods, smells, songs, thoughts.  Then those memories haunt us.  Why?  Why do this to ourselves, why let these things have that much control over us?

And it’s not just exes!  It’s parents, and grandparents, and siblings, and kids, and friends, and jobs.  Some memories are good, some are bad.  Some make you smile through tears, of either joy or sorrow, and some make you want to rip your heart out so you can just stop thinking about them.

Yeah, a little Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind wouldn’t be so bad, on occasion.

What things have memories attached to them in your life?  Do the memories make you smile or cringe?  What have you done to get past those memories?

Baby Eggplant

You know when you’re in the grocery store, or at the Farmer’s Market, and you see a vegetable that you have no idea what to do with or how it tastes?

One of my (new) goals for 2011 is to pick that vegetable up and figure out what to do with it after the fact.

226.365 - Baby Eggplant

Image by Slightlynorth via Flickr

I was at the farmer’s market on Saturday and saw baby eggplant.  I thought, well, why not?  I grabbed four.  When I got home, I looked it up, to see what I should do with it.  Turns out, it’s pretty much exactly like eggplant, just…smaller.  So similar, in fact, that I couldn’t really find much information on them!  So my first foray into new vegetables turns out to be not so new.

My life’s okay

Blog post in haiku:

My life’s okay,

Have Job, Home, Food, Health, Friends –

It could be worse.

Seriously. I realize that there are people far worse off than I am, and that my problems and issues don’t add up to spoonful of the heaping mess that some people deal with.

I’m employed, and have money in the bank, and can pay my bills and have some spending money. I own my own home, and don’t have to worry about where my next meal is going to come from.

I’m college educated, have reliable transportation, electricity and running water.

I am healthy, disease free, with no real physical or mental limitations.

I’ve never had a man hit me. I’ve never had to deal with date rape or unwanted pregnancy or a psycho stalker. I’ve never had to deal with divorce and custody battles and child support. I’ve never had to deal with the death of a child.

I have a loving family that I get along with quite well. I have friends who care about me, who would (and have) jump in their car in the middle of the night to rescue me from the side of the road, who would offer me a place to stay and food and clothes off their back if I needed it.

I know all this. Which is why I feel really bad when I have my “Woe is Me” moments. Oh, boohoo, I can’t afford a trip to Europe. Oh, boohoo, I can’t afford a new car. Oh, boohoo, my boyfriend cheated on me and dumped me (although, does it count as being dumped if he just disappeared?). Oh, boohoo, I don’t get to go out to eat as often as I would like. Oh, boohoo, some days I don’t like my job very much. Oh, boohoo, I can’t run 3 miles in 30 minutes.

Boo-freaking-hoo.

I get it.

Doesn’t mean I don’t want things to be better.

The head can say it all day long, yell and scream and shout through a bullhorn, but the heart, the soul, the core of you doesn’t always listen, or pay attention to reason.

Sucks, don’t it?

What do you boohoo about, even though you know it could be worse?

Bottom Up!

When reading through a list of things, like a menu, how do you read it?  For example:

I think most people generally read lists from the top down. 

I don’t.  I start at the bottom.

I don’t know why.  I don’t know when I started doing that – within the last 5-8 years, I think.

I can’t seem to focus if I read top down.  It’s all just noise, and I end up getting about halfway down the list and I can’t remember anything of what I’ve read.

You may have heard that one trick to proofreading your own writing is to read it backwards.  If you read it as you normally would, your brain fills in words and leaps ahead, because it already knows it.  But if you read it backwards, you’re more likely to catch spelling and grammar errors, or realize that a word is missing. 

I kind of wonder if that’s why I read bottom up.  Maybe my brain knows I don’t focus well reading top down, so I unconsciously don’t read that way. 

In the case of multiple columns, I’m royally screwed.  My eyes bounce around like I’m watching a ball in a pinball machine, reading the top two of one list, bottom three of another, one in the middle of yet another list.

 

Maybe I’m developing Adult ADD.  

Does anyone else read lists this way?  Or am I just weird?  Thoughts?

Pasta with roasted veggies

This has become my favorite dinner.

Preheat oven to 400.  Take some squash and zucchini, about 1 oz each, cut into half-inch slices and halved.

Take some asparagus, about 3 oz, stems cut into two (or three, depending on how long they are).

Take 2-4 cloves garlic, depending on taste (I use about 5!), coarsely chopped.  Throw all that onto a baking sheet, drizzle with olive oil, salt, pepper.  Add rosemary, or other spices, if you’re so inclined.  Put in oven and set timer for 10 minutes.

Put water on to boil to make Pasta-Roni.

Slice grape tomatoes in half, about 3 oz. 

Slice mushrooms, about 1 oz, into large chunks (4-6 chunks per mushroom).

Make pasta-roni per instructions. 

After the first ten minutes, add tomatoes and mushrooms to baking sheet, toss, add more olive oil, salt, pepper as necessary.  Cook for another 15-20 minutes. 

Take half of the pasta.  Add the veggies on top. 

Enjoy the hell out of it.  Lick the plate afterwards.

Garlic-Lemon Mahi

This is so good.  So very, very good.  Lick your plate clean good.

Found on Food Network

  • Vegetable oil, for sauteing
  • 1 (6-8 oz) mahi mahi fillet
  • 1 Tbsp chopped garlic
  • 1 lemon, juiced
  • 1/4 cup white wine
  • 1 oz unsalted butter, melted or cubed
  • salt and freshly ground black pepper

In a large saute pan, heat the oil.  Add the mahi and cook until the underside is golden brown.  Turn the fish over and add the garlic, lemon juice, and white wine.  Once the wine and lemon juice have cooked down, add the butter.  Finish cooking and season with salt and pepper.

Now, I’m not entirely sure I made this correctly, but it was excellent.  I used about a tbsp oil, in a small saute pan, and I don’t think I cooked the liquid down as much as I should have…but I don’t care, because my end result was phenomenal.

Spaghetti Squash Dip

After bringing this dip to two parties and getting rave reviews, it is now in my top recipe folder.  And it’s made with spaghetti squash, so it’s good for you, being a vegetable and all.

  • 1 spaghetti squash, halved and seeded
  • 1/4 cup butter
  • 1/2 cup mayo
  • 1 cup grated parmesan cheese, plus 3 Tbsp
  • 2 cups grated Monterey Jack cheese
  • salt, pepper, garlic
  1. Preheat oven to 350 F.  Lightly grease a baking dish.  Cut spaghetti squash in half length-wise and scoop the seeds out.  Place spaghetti squash cut side down on lightly greased baking sheet.  Bake 40-45 minutes, until soft when fork is inserted.
  2. Use fork to shred spaghetti squash and scoop out, placing in a mixing bowl. 
  3. Add butter to squash and stir until butter melts.  Add mayo, 1 cup parmesan, Monterey Jack cheese, and seasoning to taste, and stir until well blended.  Pur into prepared baking dish and sprinkle with 3 Tbsp parm.
  4. Bake at 350 for 20 minutes, until cheese melts.

Okay, so I guess not incredibly healthy…