It’s hard to be a model of domesticity all of the time

April 21, 2008

In another installment of “Jenny has bad luck driving to the airport,” the check engine light came on in my car on the way to Kansas City this morning. It was annoying. But, don’t worry, it didn’t stop me from going to the Merc and blowing money I don’t have on Fage 0% yogurts. Good thing, too, because now that I’ve paid the car people to replace the “thermostat” (thermostats are for HOUSES, car people. don’t think you’re fooling me), I would probably have felt guilty about it. It’s hard to have such specific yogurt needs that you can’t buy Dannon like normal people. Good thing I’ve got that stimulus check coming my way. Thanks, Uncle Sam.

I was going to cook something wonderful and exciting since I had the day off today, but, after driving a lot, walking a lot, and spending a lot of money, and eating a lot of snacks this afternoon, I didn’t feel like it. So I made this fancy salad with mixed greens, pears, goat cheese, and balsamic vinaigrette. Oh, there’s also a walnut in there. That’s all I had left in the bag.

I had more to say, but I think something’s wrong with the laptop. It’s burning my legs.

That’s code for: Matt is finally done watching TV and I can go finish my DVRed episodes of Work Out now.


The little Jen-gine that could

March 31, 2008

After being terrorized by a pulmonary tech who kept YELLING at me during all of my lung function tests (BIG breath in…. NOW PUSH IT OUT!!), I managed to a) stop crying and b) go back to work and be helpful to someone who “like, majorly needed some psych articles, like, today.”

Okay, I didn’t really cry. I did, however, help. I am that way.

During my tests, they gave me a five minute albuterol treatment that was like smoking a pipe. Seriously, stuff was coming out of the other side of it. Now I get to wait to find out what’s wrong with me. The albuterol kicked in a few hours later and I actually managed to go to the gym and do some exercise. I just walked on the indoor track, but it felt pretty awesome after a few days of relative inactivity. I kept it slow but managed to walk the equivalent of a 5k. I have to set these kinds of goals for myself, because saying “I’m walking a 5k!” is a little more motivational than “I’m walking around and around in circles like a lab animal and going nowhere!” Right? Right.

I never thought I’d be the kind of person who would miss exercise. It still kind of freaks me out.

Dinner was a nice mix of things: leftover chili, hummus and carrots, salad, mini bagel with almond butter and flaxseed. Then I had this beautiful after-dinner snack of pear, strawberries, cottage cheese, sliced almonds, cinnamon and more flaxseed.


Mmmmmmm. I can feel the omega-3s coursing through my bloodstream. Now I’m waiting for my “increased physical energy” and “unique exuberance.”

Now, I have to go to sleep, since I’m getting up in like 7 hours to do more indoor circle walking.

Where is my unique exuberance?

Souper Saturday

March 29, 2008

Um. Yeah. I just couldn’t think of another title.

I did not go to Target today, as we will go tomorrow morning after we take our laundry to the Wash Palace. Also, I’ve already been maybe three times this week, so waiting it out seemed like a good idea – make it a little more special. And, I can enjoy my favorite Sunday morning activity – looking at the Target ad online as soon as I wake up.

Instead, I went to the public library, took a walk with Matt (who is monitoring my exercise after this morning’s episode), went to buy a few groceries, and walked to the mall and to Best Buy. Though I currently have some beef with Manhattan (as it is KILLING ME slowly by attacking my sinuses), it’s really nice to live in such a walkable town. Chapel Hill was walkable, too, but you couldn’t walk to the mall OR Best Buy without risking important pieces of yourself, like your legs. Or your life.

When we got back from the mall, I made Golden Pear Soup, a Mollie Katzen recipe from Still Life with Menu. I’ve been excited about it all week, and I think I must have overhyped it, because I’m honestly a little disappointed. I think the pears were too ripe and not tart enough. Because, which creamy and delicious, this soup was a little too in my face with its sweetness (though I’ll note that Matt thought it wasn’t sweet enough). Actually, it may have been my selection of butternut squash as the base. Maybe I’ll try it with something a little less sweet next time.

It had a really nice texture, though. Seriously, the immersion blender is the greatest invention of our time.


Roasted green beans with balsamic vinegar and sliced almonds on the side:


All together with a mini bagel:


I may have very little to post in the next few days. Money’s tight until payday, and we don’t have a lot to work with here, so we’ll probably be having a lot of leftovers. Though I hate to disappoint the halves of dozens of you that read this, so I’ll see what I can do.

Okay, it is time for me to give my attention to the Elite Eight. And then do some major dishes. I owe Matt a break – he did them yesterday and then spent some serious time today vacuuming the 700 square feet of my hair that is our carpet.

Tarts madness

March 20, 2008

Whatever, I know “tarts” doesn’t sound that much like “March,” but I’m really tired. Tonight, I learned how to make a pear tart while K-State beat up on USC in the first round of the NCAA tournament. Donna was making a tart for her mom’s birthday, and she volunteered to educate me.

I made mine in honor of several different things:

  1. First day of spring
  2. Half day tomorrow
  3. First day of NCAA men’s tournament
  4. K-State’s win
  5. I finally started my taxes
  6. I have an IRA now; I’m an official grown-up

All very tart-worthy, yes? Yes.

Anyway, here are my little tart cups. I made four, two with just pears and two with some craisins and sliced almonds tossed on top. Both have a delightful walnut crust. Here they are:


And here’s one, up close and personal:


Matt and I split a plain one, which was delicious, and then he had a whole plain one on his own, so I’ve still got two of the extra pretty ones left (uh, mostly).

But nothing compares to the loveliness of the big megatart for Donna’s mom:


Check out that crust. Mmmmm. What a birthday treat.