Blogcation

I took a vacation from the blog this week. A Blogcation if you will!


I also took a real vacation. Like, from work.

I think part of me was just really happy to not feel like I had to stare at a computer screen all day, but then I had that sinking feeling almost everyday that I should be staring at the screen doing work.

The real world is an entirely different ball game.

At least in college when I was on vacation everyone was on vacation. Now vacation is completely dictated by when I choose to take it, and everything else keeps going full throttles ahead without me.

But despite that nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach, I did manage to have some fun while I was gone.

I saw a lot of family.


And a lot of friends who are family.


Liza and I did some baking.


I'm also very serious when I bake, apparently.

As per Liza's request and a previously failed attempt, we doctored Jessica's recipe for Chocolate Fudge Pomegranate Cookies so that they were a little less crumbly and a little more fudgy. I think it was a success.





We are also such successful bakers that we accidentally made puff pastry from scratch while trying to make traditional Polish Christmas cookies called Kolacky.

I guess that's what happens when you try to double a recipe and forget how to do basic arithmetic. Whoops.

For future reference, if you double the butter and the cream cheese, you should probably double the flour and the sugar too. Otherwise you get a big sticky mess.

We also went to the Caps game.


And had really terrible seats. 


Just kidding.

Ovi and I are best friends now.

Now I'm getting ready to go out a ring in the new year! See you in 2012!



Manners Matter: Tipping

Hi Friends. We're talking about etiquette today.

In the past few days I have been hyper aware of how people interact. Not in any kind of scientific, anthropological way, but in a way that has led me to determine that people have simply forgotten their manners.

I blame the age we live in. My generation is in this terrible pickle where we have been afforded every possible luxury and we're still not happy.

My smartphone won't let me play Words With Friends on my Mediterranean cruise.

My designer bag that carries my designer wallet and my designer sunglasses and my unlimited credit card is too heavy.

My diamond-encrusted toilet seat is too shiny.

I found this photo after I wrote that sentence. I'm really happy this exists. If only to prove my point.
The problem with manners today is that there is no standard. For example, you would think that there is some kind of mannerly rule about cell phones at the dinner table (not acceptable), but there always seems to be an exception.

My sister's best friend definitely thinks that she is maybe going to get engaged sometime this week! I really need to have my phone with me.

Or something like that.

So let's set some standards together. I'll write a post every week about one of the many, many confusing etiquette rules and then we can talk about it. And if you come across any situation that needs to have a standard of etiquette you'll let me know and we'll make one. Cool? Cool.

Tipping:


Matt and I went to Chicago this weekend. We paid a lot of people to make and serve us food. We both really like food.

That also means that we tipped a lot of people. Tipping is a no brainer:  DO IT. Not only that, tip well. 20% should be the standard. Being a good tipper creates good karma. If you go into a situation knowing that you'll tip well if your server does a good job, your server will do a good job. And then everyone's happy.

If your server really does do a bad job, make it 15%. If they do a truly abominable job, don't just fester knowing that you received bad service. Someone else has probably received bad service too. Talk to a manager. The manager has way more sway than your passive aggressive attempt to make a point by stiffing your server on their tip.

Here's where I get confused - the valet.



Yes, I paid to get my car valet parked at a hotel because there are certain instances in my life when I am wholly in favor of paying for convenience rather than stressing myself out and paying a few bucks less.

But how much to do you tip the valet guy? And which one?

The 20% rule seems a bit excessive, especially since I will forever have that scene from Ferris Bueller's Day Off  in my mind when the valet joyrides around Chicago for the day in Cameron's dad's car, but I'm not gonna stiff the guy either.

In a state of proper-manners-induced panic on Sunday, I charged the valet fee to my credit card and added a tip on the receipt, hoping that it would at least get separated evenly among all of the valet guys that way.

I then went to my car, threw my suitcase in the trunk, and hopped into the driver's seat while a valet held the door open for me. As I was saying, "Thanks very much have a nice evening," I realized that this man holding my door open was probably expecting me to slip him some dolla billz.

He shut the door and disappeared before I could say, "I tipped, I swear!"

Do you think the door-holding friend gets a cut of the tip that I added on my credit card charge? Or did I totally stiff him from his perspective?

Let's make the world a happier, more mannerly place, shall we?

What Belle Taught Me


Last weekend we went to see Beauty and the Beast at the Overture Center in Madison for Kenzie's birthday. We had a fantastic time. And Kenzie became a princess! Which every budding twenty-three year old wants to be, at least for a night.


So here's the deal - Beauty and the Beast is my scene. My bread a butter. One of the most defining parts of my childhood (outside of my denim, penny loafer, and black t-shirts phase). For some reason Belle speaks to some indescribable, deep-down elemental part of me. To this day, my chest tightens when she starts to sing "Little town. It's a quiet village. Every day like the one before..."

I might have just maybe teared up last weekend when she sang, "I want adventure in the great wide somewhere! I want it more than I can tell..."

The thing about seeing a play at age 22 of the movie that I watched on a loop for some of the most formative years of my childhood is that it provides the opportunity to have the most bizarre, out of body experience in which I was able to look back on the past 20 some-odd years and think, "Did my childhood obsession with Belle actually have a significant impact on my adult life?"


Quite possibly, yes. 


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Thanks and Thursdays

Thursday is a great day to give thanks, mostly because I'm thankful for alliteration.

I've given thanks on Thursdays before, but I just wanted to share this clip with you because when Louis C.K. gives thanks, it's way funnier than when I do it. He also hits on some very familiar issues, like in-flight internet and balky smartphones.



Louis C.K. just came out with a new special and he's selling it independently for $5.

Totally thankful for the belly laughs I'm expecting while watching it.

And one more thing to try out soon if you love sweet potato fries as much as I do:

sweet potatoes + cornstarch + olive oil = crispy baked sweet potato fries.

www.theartofdoingstuff.com
Never suffer from soggy, limp baked sweet potato fries again. I seasoned mine with some chili powder and some salt and pepper and they were outrageously good. They were an accompaniment to Jenna's spicy black bean burgers the past two nights for dinner. All I can say is yum. And thanks. Duh.


www.eatliverun.com

You Never Regret a Run

When I signed up for the Mountain King Run, I was offered a trial subscription of a magazine, so I chose Runner's World. My first issue arrived in the mail last night, and since I had done a morning workout with my good friend Jillian in the morning, I felt totally justified plopping myself on the couch and reading it cover to cover while White Christmas played in the background.


This issue is cool because it's all about the runners who really matter - normal people. People who wake up in the morning and lace up not because they are out there breaking records but because they are runners.


They did a huge spread on all sorts of normal runners - a reformed felon, a mother of three whose youngest has a life-threatening blood condition, and an overweight guy who overcame obesity and depression through running.

That guy - Ben Davis, made a name through his YouTube video and his blog, which is refreshing as a healthy living blog simply because it's written by a dude.




And oh yeah, his video made me a little misty in my office this morning. I don't think I could ever be a trainer on the Biggest Loser because I would be crying way more than the contestants. I would contantly be blubbering, "You are so inspirational!! Look at what you've achieved! You've reclaimed your life and your health!"

It just wouldn't work.

Speaking of inspiration, the Biggest Loser finale is TONIGHT. Let the weeping begin.




I've been on a roll with my morning workouts, banging out 5 miles this morning. Have I mentioned that I love running outside when it's cold? Oh yes, I have, exactly a year ago.

There's no snow in WI yet though. Wassup with that?

For now, the thing that gets me out of bed is just repeating to myself, "You never regret a run."

No matter how bad a run is, you never regret going out there and running. It's also awesome to wake up and go because by the time I get home from work, there's always something that is way more important for me to do - eating, laundry, left-over work, and the 80,000 random errands that popped into my head during the day.

Running in the morning gives me the opportunity to start making that list, and then the time in the evening to get some of it done.

I'm telling ya, win-win.

Sharing the Love

I just got this e-mail from my sister. I don't think she realized how much I needed it.

Hi I miss you.
Finals week is a lot less fun when the following things don't occur:
1. Ugly face game across the basement. The girl at the booth opposite me now thinks I'm really weird.
2. You bringing bagels, wheat thins, wheat thin cheese, and coffee to the library.
3. You having Chinese food at your apartment and inviting us over.
4. You making biscotti and bringing it to the library (Mom sent me some though, that was a nice alternative).
5. Sharing a booth with you.
6. Saving my spot when i go eat.

I understand that two thirds of those were you providing food for me or allowing me to eat. I appreciate all the other things you do too, but I'm really very hungry right now.

BYE!
Squishy


Thanks Squish. If you would like to predict any hunger or baked good cravings you may have, I'm happy get that going and feed you when I see you in two weeks! Good luck with finals! 


Here's an ugly face that I would make at you if I were, in fact, studying for finals right now:


Yep. That's out there. I look good studying for finals.
Speaking of sharing the love, Matt is really into "presents for no reasons" right now. I am not complaining. I tweeted about the flowers, right?






Well, when I saw him last weekend, he also brought me this sweet "food quarterly" called Lucky Peach.




It's published by McSweeney's and is a product of the creative genius of chef David Chang and writer Peter Meehan. 


If you're at all interested in the intersection of food and writing, this is where it's at. The article that won me over was Chang's ode to the Chesapeake Bay blue crab, and his all-too-familiar reminiscing about diving into a pile of crabs in the middle of a newspaper covered table, with a proportionately huge pile of Old Bay and a beer on the side. 


A subscription is a mere $28. Have a food-loving dad you haven't gotten a gift for or a snarky sister who hates anything mainstream? I'm pretty sure either one of them would dig this.


I just knocked out some serious Christmas shopping, but I'm still waiting for a few nuggets of inspiration. Have you had a sweet gift idea or are you really excited about a gift you're going to give? Share the love! Let us know! 


But try to keep it a secret from the person receiving this swell gift. It's really hard to fake being surprised. 

The Simple Things

Let's take a step back, shall we?


It is totally acceptable to be caught up in the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season at this point. The Christmas music is unabashedly pumping through Trader Joe's, the promotional emails for special holiday sales are in full force, and I still can't afford anything on the Anthropologie holiday gift guide.

Thanks, J.Crew for being more reasonable.

On top of all of that, this is also the season when people pull out the big guns in the kitchen. Chewy peppermint mocha cookies, fresh cranberry cream scones, and homemade baklava.

In light of all of this craziness, I'm suggesting that instead of busting your butt to razzle dazzle all of the people around you, just make them some bread.



Bread is familiar. Bread is comforting. Bread makes the whole house smell like a hug.

I mean, if you could smell a hug, I guess. Just go with it.

I know you're thinking, "Ahh! Is that yeast?! That's totally not simple."
It is, really. The best part about yeast is that it does all of the work for you. Just trust it.



Yes, making bread is a lot easier with a stand mixer. Between the yeast and the mixer, it's almost as if the bread makes itself. You just get to take all the credit.  

You could also do it the old fashioned way and knead it with your hands. Definitely more work, but a good tricep workout, nonetheless.

If you do have a stand mixer, the hardest part might be the waiting. Unfortunately, the yeast needs time to work all of its puffy magic.

But that gives you an hour and a half to put some ornaments on the tree, or knock out some of that online shopping. You don't want all of those promotional e-mails to go to waste, do you?

Bread is your friend.

Then look! Before you know it it's huge!

And you know what you get to do next?

Yup. you get to punch it.

Making bread is a stress reliever.


Once you punch it you split it in half and make each half into a cute dough nugget. That's really all I can think to call it. These are about 10 inch nuggets. I don't know if that disqualifies them from the nugget category. Oh well.


Sorry guys, you have to wait again. But this time it's only for 30 minutes. Watch A Charlie Brown Christmas. That's actually a part of the recipe now.


You get to put them in the oven now! You'll do some fancy things like spraying water on the loaves every three minutes for the first nine minutes, but that gives it this wonderfully golden, crusty crust.


And then you nom. Dip it in some olive oil with Italian seasonings and a sprinkle of parmesan cheese, or heat up some soup and use bread as your soup vehicle instead of a spoon. The world is your oyster. Enjoy the simplicity of the bread.


Classic Italian Bread
slightly adapted from Emeril

Ingredients:
2 cups water, lukewarm
2 packets active dry yeast
5 and 3/4 cups bread flour
1 Tablespoon brown sugar
2 Tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1 egg white
1/3 cup cornmeal or semolina flour

Directions:
Place the water and yeast in the bowl of an electric stand mixer and allow the yeast to bloom for about 5 minutes.
 Using a dough hook attachment, add the flour and sugar to the water and mix on low speed until a dough starts to form.
 Drizzle the oil and salt into the dough and beat on medium speed for 5 to 8 minutes, or until a smooth, firm, elastic dough is formed.

Transfer the dough to a lightly oiled bowl and spray the dough with a thin coating of cooking spray. Wrap the bowl with plastic wrap and set aside to proof in a warm, draft-free place for 11/2 hours or until doubled in size.

Remove the plastice wrap, punch down and flatten the rounded dough with the heel of your hand.

Rip the dough into two equal halves.

Roll the dough up tightly, sealing the seam well after each roll. The dough should be elongated and oval-shaped, with tapered and rounded (not pointed) ends.

Place the dough on a pizza stone or an inverted baking sheet, heavily dusted with cornmeal or semolina flour. Allow the dough to proof, loosely covered with a damp towel, for 30 minutes, or until doubled in size.

While the dough is proofing, preheat the oven to 425 degrees F.

When the dough has doubled in size, brush the dough with the egg white. Using a sharp knife, score 3 (1/4-inch deep) slashes across the top of the dough at a 45 degree angle.

Spray the dough generously with water from a water bottle and place in the oven on the pizza stone or baking sheet. Immediately close the oven and bake for 3 minutes. Open the oven door and spray the dough again with the water bottle. Close the oven door and bake for an additional 3 minutes before spraying the dough for a third time (the spraying of the dough will ensure a crisp golden brown crust).

Bake the dough for 15 - 20 minutes, or until a hollow thud is heard when the bread is whacked with the bowl of a wooden spoon. Allow the bread to cool slightly before serving.

Happy Weekend!

Isn't the internet great? Here are some gems from the internet to kick-off your weekend.

1) My grandfather (you know, the one who sings?) Sent me this e-mail yesterday and I died laughing:

 A winter statistic 
     
 

98%  OF AMERICANS SAY 'OH SHIT' BEFORE
 GOING 
IN THE DITCH ON A SLIPPERY  ROAD.  
THE  OTHER 2% ARE FROM  WISCONSIN AND 
THEY SAY,
'HOLD  MY BEER AND WATCH  THIS.'



2) I'm very much looking forward to watching TLC's new show The Virgin Diaries. The trailer is too funny to not watch it.


3) In the spirit of the holiday season, I thought I'd share some science knowledge courtesy of my science-y  boyfriend. Moral of the story - if you're going to make your eggnog from scratch, make it well in advance so the salmonella dies!





4) Ah, Yahoo. Thank you for giving me ideas for how to make my treadmill workouts far less tedious.




5) This is the J.Crew Gift Guide. Enjoy.


Are Miles Mental?

I'm on a hot streak. No one can stop me.


Okay, well the blinking red hand at all of the crosswalks can but that's it.

And the cafe that has just fried up eight pounds of bacon every time I round the corner in the morning. But that's it, I swear.




Today was my second consecutive day of AM running. Yep, the girl who brought her junior year roommates to stage an intervention because she hit the snooze button so many times in the morning is running in the morning.

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Late Night

I have to tell you all that I was tickled/thrilled/giddy after Friday's Oreo post. I guess all I have to do is make delicious food to get y'all talking. I got Mr. Social Media to grace the pages of Coffee for Lunch, and I also got my brother to think that he would maybe make something in his kitchen other than a slow-roasted barbecue pork shoulder.

Or "The Butt" as he likes to call it. It's his speciality. It's really the only thing that ever makes me want to eat meat.

My post is coming late tonight because I was out of town this weekend visiting some of my favorite people.
Lizaface!

Miss Lissa! I mean, Melissa.

Matt! I get that I look like I should be locked in a room with padded walls, but Matt looks nice!

Lots of coffee was drunk, lots of knitting was done, and much fun was had.

Highlights of the Weekend:

1) An Anecdote

Yesterday Matt and I attended a Thanksgiving Pre-Game with the other students in his Master's program. I was sitting on the couch in the living room while the football game was on, minding my own business, and someone I had just met walked in and said, "Katie, feel outta place?"

I was a little startled since this was my first time meeting any of these people, but upon taking in my surroundings, I realized that I was the only girl sitting in a room of about sixteen guys. My observant new friend said, "All of the girls are in the kitchen."

I jokingly said, "Hahaha story of my life," immediately thinking that my joke could be construed as more innuendo than simply an acknowledgement of my affinity for hanging out with dudes.


Let's Be Friends

Last time I gently hinted that I really like it when people comment on the blog, no one did.
Then, I got a wonderfully snarky message from my dearest sister:

"Awk that on the post where you said you were thankful for comments no one commented...I thought about leaving one and decided this was way better."

Thanks Liza.


Two days ago when I asked you guys for answers, feedback, and wisdom, no one offered any.

Sad face.

I just miss you is all.

So here's the deal: I made you guys Oreos. Okay, they don't have "Oreo" stamped onto each wonderfully crispy cookie half, and the creme in the middle doesn't stay on one half with the perfect twist.

But I made them from scratch. With my own two hands. For you. Because I like you. A lot.


This photo is weird, and why I'm buying a new camera. Yep, I'm buying a new camera for you too. Surprise! I hope you'll like it.

These cookies were more of an experiment than anything else. I had really been craving Oreos. Maybe it's a nostalga thing, but I love the ritual of twisting the cookie, dunking the clean side into your glass of milk until it is almost too soggy to stay together, and then eating the other half with the creme without dunking at all.

I also love finishing my glass of milk and seeing a stray chocolate cookie crumb or two that settled to the bottom during the dunking process. It reminds me of after school snacks and riding my Razor scooter around the cul de sac like 10,000 times.

I don't remember the last time I ate a real Oreo, though. It had to have been before I started reading about food, and before I actually cared about ingredient lists.

These aren't exactly the same as real Oreos. They don't have any hydrogenated soybean oil or thiamine mononitrate. So that's cool.

But if you like that stuff I'd say save yourself the trouble and buy a package of Double Stufs. These are a tad work intensive.

But they do have butter. Real butter. And real cocoa powder. And coffee. 'Cause coffee makes chocolate taste better. Trust me.


So can we be friends again? We'll ride our bikes and scooters around the cul de sac, watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Secret of the Ooze, and eat some Homemade Oreos. It'll be neat.

Homemade Oreos
Cookies adapted from Joy the Baker

For the Cookies:

3/4 cup granulated sugar

1 1/2 cup plus 3 Tablespoons all-purpose flour

3/4 cup plus 1 Tablespoon unsweetened cocoa powder

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1 1/2 teaspoons salt

1/2 Tablespoon espresso grounds

15 Tablespoons (7 1/2 ounces) unsalted butter, but into 3/4-inch cubes, at room temperature


For the Cookies:

Position the racks in the lower and upper thirds of the oven and preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper.

In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with a paddle attachment, combine the sugar, flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, salt and espresso powder and mix on low speed.

With the mixer running, add the butter a few pieces at a time. The mixture will have a sandy texture at first and then will begin to form pebble-sized pieces. As soon as the dough starts to come together, stop the mixer.

Form and roll the dough straight from the mixer.  You don't have to chill it, but if the dough gets sticky anywhere in the process, don't be afraid to put it in the freezer for a minute or so.

Transfer the dough to a board and use the heel of your hand or a pastry scraper to shape the dough into a block about 5 by 7 inches. Cut the block into two pieces.

One at a time, roll each block of dough between two pieces of lightly floured parchment paper or wax paper until about 1/8-inch thick. Using a cookie cutter (or a glass with about a two-inch opening) cut into 2 inch rounds. Place 1/2 to 1 inch apart on the prepared baking sheet. You can form and roll the dough scraps once after the first roll.

Bake for 12-15 minutes, rotating the sheets halfway through the baking. Remove from the oven and cool on the sheets for 2 to 5 minutes. Transfer the cookies to a cooling rack and let cool completely.

For the Filling:

1/4 cup (1/2 stick) butter, softened

1 and 2/3 cups confectioners sugar

1 Tablespoon milk (or cream)

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

While cookies are baking, cream butter with a stand mixer or a hand mixer until smooth. Add sugar, milk, and vanilla. Blend until completely smooth.

To assemble Oreos:

After cookies have cooled completely, place a dollop of the creme in the center of a cookie. Then, take another cookie and place it on the other half. Twist the cookies, gently pushing them together in order to distribute the creme evenly.

Then dunk in a huge glass of milk.


Wednesday Thoughts

1) I've gotten really into drinking V8 in the morning since I've started work. I even like it without the vodka. They say girls start to turn into their mothers. In this instance, I'm certainly turning into my father.

I'm already my mother in most other instances.

2) I think I'm going to buy the Lumix DMC-G3. If one of you fabulous readers actually knows anything about cameras and wants to offer up some advice/recommendations, please do. I'm a newb who wants to take pretty pictures without a super-bulky dSLR.

3) The one product that I am most picky about is my toothpaste. I ran out of my tried-and-true, hands down favorite, Arm & Hammer Advance White Brilliant Sparkle (not the gel kind) this morning, and had to use my travel-sized Colgate Total.
I think my teeth are mad at me.

Growing Young

I started contributing to my 401k this past month. I'm 22 and I'm saving for retirement. You know, because it's the responsible thing to do.

For the majority of my life, I have felt as though the expectation is that I should be far more mature, self-actualized, and competent than my age would suggest. At 22, I'm supposed to save for retirement. As a college freshman at 18, I was expected to be as wise and profound as the seniors I encountered in play rehearsals. When I was twelve I went to Cotillion classes so that I knew how to lay my silverware on my plate in order to indicate that I was finished eating. I also learned how to Foxtrot.

Every responsible adult knows how to Foxtrot, right? I thought so.

The bottom line is that I think all of this acting mature and composed and self-actualized should also function as an investment. I'm being responsible by saving money now for when I'll want it when I'm retired, but I want my own "Irresponsible 401k". A 401k that calculates all of the responsible and mature things I've done, and then allows me to be irresponsible when I'm old.

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Winter Weather Advisory

Okay, friends. We're talking about girly things today, since it's snowing outside and Dolvett Quince is nice to look at.




Yeah, that's right. There's a winter weather advisory out this morning. I'm expecting to see 2 to 4 inches of snow when I emerge from my basement lair for lunch.

And don't worry - we're not going to talk about girly girly things. We're just going to talk about shoes and boys and books.

Bergkonig Mountain King Run Recap

Yesterday I ran the Bergkonig Mountain King Trail Run 10k at Lapham Peak State Park in Delafield, WI.

Today my haunches are pretty sore due to the half-running, half-hiking, half-obstacle coursing that took place over those 6.2 miles.

I get that there is no such thing as having three halves. So it was technically part-running, part-hiking, part-obstacle coursing that I participated in. I'll throw in a part-mental test since we're already using fuzzy math.

The race started at 11 and the website said that bib pick-up went from 9 to 10:30, and since I'm a control freak planner, We left around 8:30 since we were driving from Madison and it was going to take about an hour.


When we pulled up to the state park, I was a little nervous because there was no signage for the race and the woman at the entrance didn't seem to know anything about the race. But she directed us to the hut above, so we checked it out.

Thunderstruck Thursday

Can you guys tell that I listen to a lot of music on YouTube because my office blocks Pandora and I'm sick of all the music on my iPod?

It's been dark and stormy here all week. We were, if you will, Thunderstruck.

If this song brings up bad memories of four and a half minutes that led you to be more drunk than you've ever been before in your life, good for you. If it doesn't, then you were probably the girl holding your friends hair out of her face while she puked after playing this game, or you've just never witnessed this glorified chugging contest.

It's Thursday. I'm not going to sugarcoat it - Thursday can be a hard day. Sure you made it through the dreaded Wednesday, but there are inevitably more problems at work on Thursday because there has been one more day to create problems, and you still have to come in tomorrow because even though Friday is almost the weekend, it's still a work day. Thusday is also the day you realize that you need to do all of the stuff that you have been putting off every other day this week. Laundry, I'm talking about you.


Thirsty Thursday is a thing for a reason.

But Today! Today we're going to be positive. Today the sun is peeking out of a gray sky, I rearranged the office furniture in my dungeon of an office, and it's Thursday! Which means it's almost Friday, which is basically the weekend. (See, positivity!)

Because it's a Thursday in November, we're going to be thankful today. I've found that when I find myself in a conversation and everyone is complaining about how terrible life is, that it really puts things into perspective when you ask yourself what you are thankful for.

A scenario for you:

Thursday person: "I have too much work, I blew a fuse in my bathroom with my blowdryer, I found moldy cheese in my refigerator, I lost my iPod. Why me? I'm just going to crawl in my bed and never wake up."

Thankful Thursday person: "I have a job! I have an apartment with a circuit breaker! I have so much food that I forgot that the cheese was there! I can listen to music on the radio until I find my iPod! I'm so lucky to be so fortunate! I'm thankful that I have such a comfortable, cozy bed that provides me with a restful sleep!"

You get the picture. Being thankful makes you a happier person.

Thankful Things would probably make for a really good list.

Okay! A list it is.

1) I'm thankful for Pinterest.


I get that I'm way slow on the uptake with this one, but I could actually spend all of my time and money on the clever DIY projects and crafts I've found while surfing this cool manifestation of social media. Sort by the things you like to see (style, technology, home, crafts, puppies!) and voila! You're a kid in a candy store, but instead of candy, it's cute Christmas decorations and knitting projects.

I'm sure it could be candy if you wanted it to be, though.

For those of you looking for cool new ways to procrastinate (I'm looking at you, library table) this is for you.

2) I'm thankful for TOP CHEF TEXAS.




I know that they added Top Chef: Just Desserts to hold all of us die hard Top Chef fans over until they could crank out a new season of the original, but after watching all of the pastry chefs putting out sweet treats for 8 weeks or so, I'm so grateful that the savory stuff is back. I shamelessy watch quite a bit of reality TV (The Biggest Loser, Millionaire Matchmaker, Project Runway), but this is far and away my favorite. These are real people who are really talented and they make me want to cook all sorts of cool food.

Tom also asked a cocky chef to leave before he ever cooked a bite of food because he didn't know how to break down a primal cut of pork and totally hacked up the tenderloin. Thus proving that Tom Colicchio is a badass and has standards for the contestants. I love it.

3) I'm thankful for Butternut Squash Macaroni and Cheese.

I made this last night and it was delicious. I served it with a side of broccoli so that there was something green involved. Next time I'm going to just put the broccoli into the baking dish, and add more cheese. It definitely could have been cheesier. Although, that might just be my Wisconsin-induced elevated tolerance for cheese talking.

4) I'm thankful for comments.

Even if they are just my dad and Kilber bantering about Bruce Springsteen trivia. It makes me want to write more posts that people want to talk about.

5) I'm thankful that we're falling back this weekend.

Part of my mopiness has been caused by waking up and driving to work in the dark, working in a windowless basement, and then driving home in the dark. Falling back means that it will at least be light in the morning, which will be good incentive for me to get back in touch with my morning personhood. I miss the sun. I'm thankful that I'll get to see it soon.


That's the list! I feel happier already.

The Best Songs You'll Never Know the Words To

The 90s were a pretty stellar time to grow up. Between Disney Channel Original Movies, denim vests, GameBoys, Pogs, and butterfly hair clips, life couldn't get much better for a pre-teen.

However, it might have been a little better if anyone who wrote or sang popular music at the time had the common decency to pronounce the lyrics so we could sing along. Granted, it never stopped me from singing along, but I'm sure my mom would have appreciated if I was actually singing real words when the radio was on. Maybe that's why I listened to so many musicals when I was a kid. At least musical theater people enunciate.



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Spooky Scary Saturday

Where did the week go?? Now that I think of it, baseball, hot yoga, chopping all of my hair off, and celebratory margarita drinking ate up most of my free time.

Yeah I cut off like, 8 inches of hair. I don't have a photo for you because I won't take a selfie because my dad told me not to do that anymore. He told me I looked creepy. Fine. I guess I did look creepy. It's a good thing it's Halloween! That creepiness will come in handy. And pictures will definitely be taken of our clever costumes. So you'll get to see the new 'do. I'm very excited to share the brilliant costume ideas Kenzie and I stumbled upon today. In due time.

But all of this excitement means...it's Saturday again! Which is totally fun. It's also Halloween, which is spooky and scary.

"What is the perfect marriage of totally fun AND spooky and scary?" you might ask?

 Well, this song of course!




This is the weekend everyone will be getting their fill of the standard Fun Sized candies that we all know and love, but I can't help but share some of the "elevated" Halloween treats I've found this week.

Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin'!

I've decided to take matters into my own hands. No more grumpy Wednesday wake-ups to a blaring buzzer next to my head. No more snooze button slapping. I've got to start waking up happy. Especially since the weather forecast is going to start looking a lot worse than this really soon.



And this is already starting to make me a little depressed.

My iPod was just shuffling away in my office (which is risky given how many Harry Potter books and assorted musicals I have on it), but then I heard Gordon MacRae singing...



Please please please listen to this. It will make you happier.


Now You Know

1) The dry rub on these ribs makes me reconsider not eating red meat.





2) I love the Millionaire Matchmaker. That doesn't mean that I don't think she's scary.

3) I put on an outfit today and my first thought was, "Wow, this would be a great funeral outfit."

4) There are currently two butternut squash sitting in my fridge, but I'm afraid to cook with them because I think I'll cut off my hand preparing them.

5) I cry EVERY time I watch The Biggest Loser. Every. Single. Time.

Oh, wait. I've already told you that.

Happy buns, lonely bike

Remember when I told you all that I was going to do the Lake Country Duathlon on October 16th? For those of you who do, I'm sure you have been waiting with bated  breath to hear my recap with all of the glorious details of my first bicycle race.

Well, I didn't do it. This weekend I made some chili, watched the Brewers lose, went for a leisurely run, and did some Jillian yoga.

I also went to see 50/50, which made me cry a lot and also wonder how actors can be so successful playing the same character hundreds of times (Seth Rogen, Keanu Reeves, Scarlett Johansson, Owen Wilson...)


You see, when I decided that I wanted to do the race (and told you all about it), I didn't realize that there wasn't very much concrete information about the race.  There wasn't any information about packet pick-up, which hotels were close to the start line, where the start line was, how to get your bike to the transition station...the list goes on and on. I was starting to feel like it was all a little bit too unorganized for me.

I mean, I'm a planner. I like to have a plan.

So just to make sure I covered all of my bases before bailing, about a week and a half before the race date I started sending out e-mails to everyone whose e-mail  I could find on the race website. They all sounded something like, "Hi! I'd really really really like to do your race, but  before I shell out $70 plus hotel reservations to do so, I'd like to know a little bit more about it. Namely where exactly it will take place, or when more information will be available. A timely response would be much appreciated!!"

There wasn't a timely response. I didn't get a response at all.

So I held on to my $70 (and whatever else I would have payed for a hotel), I stayed in my apartment, slept til 11am, and then went to get a bagel at noon on Sunday October16.

And my buns were happy that I didn't make them ride 33 miles on a tiny hard seat with no special shorts, since I didn't buy any fancy schmancy triathlon pants for a sketchy race.

Unfortunately, I think that my bike is feeling a little lonely since I promised it a scenic ride somewhere in southern Wisconsin, and it spent the day locked up in a parking garage. But hopefully it will forgive me once I do like, a million duathlons come spring. And hopefully those races will have some information about them posted prior to three days before the race.


Yeah, I own this shirt. I'm a dweeb.


The question now is: what race to do next? I'm still on track with half marathon training for the Tyranena Beer Run, but  I'm also really intrigued by the Mountain King Trail Run that Kenzie is registered to do on that same day. My bike will just have to be patient though, since Midwest winters and road bikes aren't really the best of friends. Good thing there are spin classes to keep me in shape indoors!

A Dinner Party Trick


The prospect of peeling and mincing a garlic clove can be pretty daunting. Between the cellophane-like peel, the simultaneously sticky and slippery clove, and then cleaning up the mess with those slippery sticky fingers, it's amazing that so many recipes call for it.

Well, two weeks ago, I was introduced to this video, and after watching it twice three times I assumed it had to be magic.



How to Peel a Head of Garlic in Less Than 10 Seconds from SAVEUR.com on Vimeo.

So this afternoon I reached into the drawer to grab a head of garlic in order to start peeling away for this Black Bean Chili. As the dreaded process was about to ensue, Matt says to me, "Hey, wanna try that cool garlic trick?"

I laughed and thought, "Might as well!" And then fumbled around trying to figure out how to "daintily"  crush the head of garlic with the palm of my hand like Todd does.

I had Matt hold it between his thumb and forefinger, and then gave it a big ol' whack.

And Ta-Da! All of the cloves were separated.


But then the moment of truth arrived. Would tossing these in between two mixing bowls and then "shaking the dickens" out of them really peel them completely?

Hell yeah, it would.


I probably shook them a little too vigorously, since you can see that they're not perfectly smooth. But really, HOW COOL IS THAT??

No sticky fingers, the mess is completely contained, and you get to impress all of the people you're cooking for before they even put a morsel of food in their mouths!

So make something wonderfully garlicky tonight and try the trick out for yourself. Once you've mastered the garlic trick, then maybe you can move on to other cool tricks like drinking a whole beer out of a sandwich-sized plastic bag in 3 seconds. That'll really get the party started.

Runnin' in the Rain

Yesterday I had the bright idea to bring my running clothes to work so that I could run immediately after work. Brilliant even, because it would cut out that downtime between leaving the office and getting to my apartment that always seems to annihilate all the motivation I have for working out once I'm home.

I'm pretty certain I can't be the only one who suffers from that. You see, when I'm at the office I'm still in "task mode" and my afternoon run would be just another task I needed to cross off my list before I got to go home. And it totes worked.

I fully support playing mind games with myself.

So when I laced up my shoes and strolled out to the path, I felt strong and excited to pound out some miles after sitting behind my desk all day. However, I didn't have a very clear idea of where I was going to go. I had a vague idea of my whereabouts and my plan was to run about 6 miles, but I thought I'd be fine if I brought my iPhone and checked out my surroundings if I needed to.

When I hit the pavement, the sky was a little overcast and there was a slight, misty rain in the air, but it was nothing to freak out about. It was actually quite perfect for a running adventure in rural Wisconsin!

But then about 2 miles in, the sky turned into this:



Uh oh.

So I had to make a decision - hightail it back the way I came and only fit in four miles, or finish the loop which was - what I thought - about 6 miles?

Even though the sky looked like it would be prudent for me to climb in the ark with Noah, my stomach and my legs were feeling good so I decided to keep on truckin' on my loop.

It's amazing the lengths you'll go to take advantage of a good stomach day with Crohn's.

I ended up going a little more than eight miles in the pouring rain.

Granted - it might not sound like a lot, but this is my running renaissance. I haven't run eight miles since April, and the last time I ran more than that I went into a downward spiral of Runner's Colitis.

But yesterday, I just ran. It wasn't a training run, it wasn't a race. It didn't mean anything. The goal was simple: get back to where I started without being hit by a truck. Unfortunately, rain and iPhones don't mix very well so I had to tap into my keen sense of direction to get me back to my office building. I've never contemplated running through acres of corn fields more than I did yesterday.

I ultimately decided  against it, but I did my fair share of traffic dodging trying to navigate my way back. My eyes desperately wanted windshield wipers.

The thing about this seemingly terrible set of circumstances - lost in the rain in rural Wisconsin - is that I felt like the runner version of this the whole time:




I had also never been that happy to see my office building in the skyline once I came around that final bend.

I trudged into the building, fluorescent yellow shirt soaked through, shoes and socks completely water-logged, desperately wishing that the rain hadn't fried my phone. I sloshed into the bathroom and decided to document the scene for you all, since hooray! Phone still works.


Sometimes I do sweat this much, but this is all rain. Okay there's obviously some sweat mixed in, but definitely mostly rain.

So happy! And awkward. 

And since we're in a state of full disclosure here, I'll share my muddy legs with you too.

Mmmmmm.

The bottom line is that I'm downright thankful for yesterday's run. Sometimes I feel like every second of every day is planned, and that I find myself...stuck. But something about the combination of rain and farms and running and feeling good totally recharged my batteries. 

So every once and a while, go for a run and just keep running. No plan, no expectations, no meaning. It could be the thing that reminds you to enjoy life, not just live it. 

Kale Chips and Flourless Chocolate Cake

Allison Fishman is basically the coolest person I know, and frankly, I'd really like to be her when I grow up. She's also getting too famous for people to believe me when I tell them that I know her, so I've pulled this photo out of the archives as evidentiary support.

See! I swear we're friends!
So, Allison wrote this really amazing cookbook, right? She even came to our house this summer and did a big You Can Trust a Skinny Cook book signing party with us! She was a total champ and signed (and sold) like, a million books.

Look at her go!
I could go ahead and rattle off her crazy-long, super-accomplished resume, but there's no need for that - y'all have Google. I will however gush about her cookbook and give a "hint hint nudge nudge" that it's a worthwhile investment.

Girls - Easy, delicious recipes that are guilt-free without being diet foot? Butternut Squash with Browned Butter Sauce? Sole Piccata? Chicken Mole? Yes please.

Boys - Skirt Steak with Chimichurri Sauce. Slow-cooker BBQ Pork. They say a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right? Well, a girl's stomach is a good way to her heart too. Make a lady dinner, win all sorts of brownie points. Make a lady dinner that won't make her (or you) fat? I call that a win-win.

Speaking of brownie points, I made Allison's too-good-to-be-true Flourless Chocolate Cake (which tastes like a brownie) this weekend. And then ate it for dinner last night. With her Crispy Kale Chips as an appetizer.

Appetizer - Crispy Kale Chips
These chips are awesome because they're just baked kale with a little olive oil and salt and pepper. Only 88 calories for 2 cups worth! They also have a really satisfying crunch, but then melt in your mouth like cotton candy - but the superfood variety.

As for eating cake for dinner/dessert, I'm chalking it up to being at the wonderful stage in life when no one can yell at me for eating cake for dinner and also not being responsible for feeding any dependents a nutritious evening meal.


It's moist and decadent on the inside with this wonderfully glossy, crunchy top.  There is significantly less in the pan now than there was when I took this photo.

And Kenzie is out of town this week.



In any normal situation I would feel guilty about eating kale and cake for dinner, but there's not a smidge of guilt in my bones. Allison says many wise things in You Can Trust a Skinny Cook, one of them being, "We can't deprive ourselves and expect to be happy or healthy. The sweet spot is in the middle."

I'd say the point between kale and cake is the middle, wouldn't you?