May 5, 2009

This was probably the messiest, cheesiest, most ridiculously good frittata I’ve made.

like pizza, but with eggs. actually, pizza with eggs sounds really good right now.

like pizza, but with eggs. actually, pizza with eggs sounds really good right now.

It was supposed to be a linguine/mushroom/basil fritatta from a cookbook I got at the library this weekend, but the pasta pot was dirty and I was too lazy to clean it. Plus, Matt convinced me that my normal frittata, sans pasta, was excellent enough on its own. Which means that he also didn’t want to clean it. So, we had a mushroom and swiss frittata.

It was simple: 10 oz of sliced mushrooms, cooked in olive oil in a cast iron skillet over medium for a few minutes; 4 eggs and 2 egg whites (fresh eggs from the farmer’s market; awesome); some random pizza seasoning that I have from the pizza soup I made months ago. When I make my frittatas, I cook the vegetables, add the eggs, cook over medium-low for about 10 minutes, then add cheese and throw the whole thing under the broiler for 5 minutes.

I added so much cheese this time that the whole thing was covered with a nice sheen. It was like eating at a Mexican restaurant.  So I guess I managed to have a little bit of Cinco de Mayo without the  chips, the effort of driving, the fried ice cream, and the 12 hours in a fetal position whispering, “Why couldn’t I say no to the ice cream.”

Now I really want some ice cream.


Scroll down for the food

January 28, 2009

I never delivered on my promise to tell you about my fascinating knee treatment. For a few weeks, I’ve been having iontophoresis treatments on my left knee. It was weird and painful at first, and a little frightening when, before my physical therapist hooked me up to the little jumper cables (technical term) the first time, he had to ask another therapist which one was positive and which was negative. Which, if you’re wondering, did very little to inspire confidence. But anyway, the point is that I don’t know if it really worked, but I got discharged from physical therapy today anyway.

Throughout this whole ordeal, I’ve been on and off with my exercising, which means I’ve been up and down with my moods. I only started exercising in summer 2005, but I’m pretty sure I’m a lifer now, because when I can’t sweat out my stress I walk around like a cranky two year old that you woke up early from a nap. So it’s a challenge when I really just can’t do it. Last week was my most normal one in over a month, activity-wise, with four days of cardio at about 40 minutes a pop. But, in the end, I paid for it. IN BLOOD.

Not really blood. Just pain. COURSING THROUGH MY BLOOD. So I took a few days off, read some books during my exercise time, moped around, the usual. And then I decided I needed to make some changes. So, for the next few weeks, I’m cutting down my cardio and ramping up my other stuff, like yoga. I did a good class last night, which was 90 minutes of deep stretching, more or less, and while it probably didn’t burn off the six cookies I ate through the course of the evening, it did make me feel better, and it was good to remember that that’s really why I exercise in the first place. Tonight, in the spirit of Getting Out There And Doing Things, I tried tai chi for the first time. I hated it, but that’s okay. At least I tried. Basically, it was all about centering your mind, but all I could focus on was that I was in a room full of mirrors and I didn’t have a clue how to do what the teacher was doing. And the moves are called things like “stroking the horses mane” and I just couldn’t get into it. So instead of a centered mind, I had more of an “okay, I look like an ass and there’s college basketball on that I’m missing and I really just want to go home and make dinner” mind. Plus, my knee started hurting after the class, so I think I did it wrong.

See, I made you read through all of that just to get to the food.

Dinner made the whole failed tai chi experience seem like a distant memory:

baked quinoa

baked quinoa

This is pretty much the dish to which all of my previous quinoa experience has been leading. We loved it.

I did, however, spend the entire time I was preparing it thinking about how I could never get my immediate family to eat this, even if I paid them all. But hey, it’s their loss.

And now I’m off to enjoy some treats. Matt, in the mood for cookies and looking for a project, baked some chocolate chip cookies for us yesterday, and they’re delicious. To top that off, I had a visit from the chocolate fairy today, and came home to a box filled with these:



There was no note that we could find, so I spent some time this afternoon trying to figure out if it was possible that TCHO could have discovered my address in some secret way after reading about how much I love their products. For what it’s worth, Matt thinks I sent it to myself.

I plan to enjoy it, whomever it’s from, so thank you, silent benefactor!


They’re the only thing that will get me off the couch at this point.

Pasta, two ways

November 8, 2008

It’s a good thing I decided to take a break from blogging, because there really hasn’t been a lot of cooking going on around here. On Thursday, I fought the urge to go out to eat and made a salmon/orzo salad inspired by this recipe instead.


I don’t remember the orzo looking that creepy in real life. I made a few modifications, like using canned wild salmon instead of fresh salmon (because it’s cheaper and we’re landlocked) and omitting olives (because of my intense hatred). It was good, but not very appropriate for a cold, windy day, so I think I’ll be tabling that one until summer.

Yesterday, Matt took me out after a monumentally frustrating doctor’s appointment and running around town trying to get a prescription filled. He’s nice.

Today I went to a craft fair with some friends to look for Christmas gifts, although I basically came home with a bunch of food from the bake sale and some earrings for myself. Oops. After that, I went out to lunch, then Matt and I went to the laundromat and did (I’m not kidding) ten loads of laundry. I can take credit for eight. How does that even happen? I’m not proud. Although it’s nice to have a pile in the laundry closet that is not taller than I am.

To reward us, I made some fancy macaroni and cheese, based on this recipe. Interestingly, I somehow read the “gorgonzola” in the recipe as “Gruyere” which, as you may know, is a totally different and much more expensive kind of cheese (though it does also start with a “G,” so you can understand the confusion). So I spent $8.79 on a block of Gruyere we didn’t even officially need, although I’m not sure it’s possible to not need Gruyere. Anyway, I used an ounce or so of that in place of the gorgonzola and it still worked. It turned out fairly well (especially in light of an ink stain incident that occurred during the sensitive sauce-whisking process), but – and I can’t believe I’m saying this – it was a little too cheesy for me. It may have been the combo of the Parm and the Gruyere, but it really had a bite to it. Matt liked it, though, so maybe I’m off base.


I also had some brussels sprouts, but you know what they look like. After I tried another method on one of the ink stain, I ate a peanut butter rice krispy treat from the bake sale today. It was gone before I could get a picture, but I think I may have to try to recreate it one of these days.

By the way, if you have any brilliant ideas for removing ink stains that are probably now nice and set in on our couch and a pair of Matt’s jeans, please feel free to share.

I’ve been awake for way too long.

September 8, 2008

I’ve been up since 3:30 this morning, when a crazy loud storm started shaking our house. Matt claims that I fell asleep again, but I don’t remember it, and anyway, my alarm started ringing before 5:00 so that I could get to work super early to finish up a big project. I say started ringing because I didn’t actually quit hitting snooze and drag myself out of bed until 5:30 or something. Anyway, still: I have been awake for too long. And I know because I have been insanely hungry all day, and I’m also getting emotional in my sleep-deprived state. I almost started crying at Law and Order. I mean, she only killed him so he wouldn’t kill again. Tell me: is that so wrong? And then there was that episode of Seinfeld where Kramer installs the garbage disposal in his shower and starts cooking while he bathes. Quirky, or a thinly veiled cry for help??

Anyway, I had a busy day, but that didn’t take my mind off of my deep and constant hunger. I even ran out of my emergency snacks and had to resort to crap like drinking herbal tea in the afternoon to stop the growling. I hate herbal tea. Tea should be made from leaves and contain a lot of caffeine. Luckily, I got to work an hour and a half earlier than usual, so when the pain became too much to take, I left a little early and came directly home to eat cereal. And cook dinner.

This took care of my hunger. It turns out, I just needed some cheese. This is Veggie, Rice, and Cheese Supreme from Clean Eating. I saw this recipe and it had Matt written all over it, so I made it. It reminds me of this horribly unhealthy cheese casserole thing I used to make when I was in grad school that Matt loved. Only this dish actually had some nutrients in it. And colors besides orange.

After dinner, I wanted to go immediately to sleep, but I knew that would mean waking up at 3:30 again, so instead, I went grocery shopping. I’ve had a major sweet tooth tonight, which is semi-unusual for me. I usually have more of a peanut butter tooth. Anyway, I really wanted to get hot chocolate at the Starbucks in the grocery store, but it costs something outrageous like three dollars and I was on a tight budget. So instead, I got some dark chocolate peanut M&Ms. They still pushed me over budget, though not as much, but when I came home all excited to eat them I learned that something was off with this bag. So I threw it away and made my own lame packet hot chocolate with some almond milk.

I’m sorry, what was I talking about?

I think I’ll go read now. Which means that Matt should be coming to peel my book off my sleeping face in about 10 minutes.

I am losing my mind.

June 25, 2008

In the five hours between now and bedtime, I need to: go to the gym and do cardio AND weights, hit the ATM, go to the drugstore to get a travel bottle of contact solution, sort through the piles of clothing I’ve been avoiding for weeks, decide which ones I’m wearing for my conference, iron them, try them on to make sure they look okay, iron them again because they’ll be wrinkled, decide whether or not I’ll feel comfortable taking a bathing suit, pack everything, run around frantically to gather handouts for my presentation, and also eat some cake.

And did I mention that I woke up at 2 this morning? This is why I hate to travel.

I’m blogging to keep from crying.

On the bright side, Matt made a delicious dinner for me so that I would have one less thing to worry about. It’s pasta with white beans and chard, from a book called Vegan Express. I added my signature vegan ingredient – cheese:

That’s one of our marriage bowls. And a plastic fork because the real ones are all dirty. Oops.

This was a really good dinner. Thanks, Matt!

I’m not taking the camera to Anaheim because 1) I’d probably lose it and 2) it’s not actually mine. Also, I don’t know that I’ll be eating anything interesting because I understand that food is so expensive there that you really can’t. So I’m packing a lot of Larabars, basically. And some Kashi bars thrown in for good measure. And instant oatmeal. So, I may actually come back part grain.

Sadly, I will have to celebrate my 25th birthday at the conference. Oh well, at least I’ll get to spend it with friends I don’t usually see. I’m sure they’ll be ready to throw down. You know how librarians are.

Or maybe you don’t. But rest assured, they really do like to throw down.

99% local

June 9, 2008

Well, we ate local and I have the bruises to prove it. You’ll see.

I was really productive today and checked off maybe 42 things from my to do list. Granted, I’m one of those people who adds things they’ve already done, just to check them off. But, whatever. I’d say that 47 or however many things is still a lot.

After kickboxing, I had to go to Target to get a new prescription filled and to pick up some absolute essentials like conditioner and Now and Laters. By the time I got home I thought I was going to die, and Matt was wasting away on the couch so I made my quick local dinner. Things got thrown off track when the local cheese I already had on hand turned out to be bad (which I didn’t know until I ate some of it). I had to run to the grocery store. I literally ran. I was that hungry. And still in my gym clothes so it looked normalish.

Anyway, here’s what we had:

Spinach/tomato/cheese/egg scramble with a strawberry salad w/ honey dressing and kale chips. The 1% non-local food was a little olive oil. I need to do research, but I’m guessing we don’t have olives here.

What would have made this perfect would have been some goat cheese. I know there are goats around here, so I’m going to have to look into that.

I went back for seconds on the kale chips and the salad, and while I was eating the salad, I also, inadvertently, ate half a bug. The other half is on the floor somewhere, where I threw it, screaming. I was screaming, not the bug. That would have been horrifying.

Matt was in charge of washing the greens. That’s all I’m going to say.

His response? “Like my dad always said, bugs indicate freshness.”

I’m trying to work through it.

Last night we had balsamic chicken with steamed green beans/asparagus and whole wheat couscous. See:


Miss Rap Supreme is on, so I’m outta here.

I’m only blogging because Wii Fit told me it was time for a break.

May 23, 2008

Here’s what I had for dinner:

Another pita pizza. This one had tomato paste, a little bit of chicken-apple sausage, some pepper jack, some sharp cheddar, and a few baby bellas. And lots of love.

I had to go get my wedding dress altered after work today, and then I came home and promptly fell asleep. I woke up craving pizza, as I am wont to do after a bout of daytime sleeping, so I made this. There was also spinach on the side, but it looked like all of my other spinach so I’m going to ask you to just let your imaginations run wild. While eating, I started my long weekend by watching restaurant wars on Top Chef.

Interesting fact about Wii Fit: at a certain point, it makes you take a break. I would like it if someone came to the gym with me and told me when to take a break. “Hey, Jenny, this elliptical machine will kill you if you don’t step off for a few minutes.”

By the way, I’ve taken some flak from people (DAD) for disparaging the older community in my last post. I’d like to take this opportunity to formally apologize to the two old people at the gym yesterday, because I bet they read this blog and were very hurt. Just to clarify, I wasn’t (necessarily) being ageist. I’m not that way.

Okay, I think it’s time for more virtual hula hooping! I’ve been tagged by Glidingcalm to share five facts and tag five other bloggers. I’ll have to do that tomorrow. It’s going to take me that long to figure out what I’m going to say and come up with five people I can tag.