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.


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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.