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.


Eating is important.

August 26, 2008

I taught my class for the first time today, and none of my students threw anything at me or got up and left the room or anything, so I’m going to call it a success. Hopefully none of them saw me fall and twist my ankle on campus a few minutes before class.

I am cool.

I’ve been having a lot of trouble handling my stress recently, and it’s been affecting my eating habits. I just haven’t been hungry, and I’m not down with that. I like to get hungry. So that I can eat more. Today I finally got to a workable point with the stress, so I decided to take advantage and make us a nice, healthy dinner.

That’s pan-roasted salmon with tomato vinaigrette (minus the capers because, well, eww), salad, and some brown rice.

Up close on the salmon:

I bought the latest issue of Food and Wine at the airport because the cover promised to share with me the 30 best fast meals ever. I was skeptical, but this really was fast. And awesome.

And now I’m exhausted. On tap for tomorrow – finally going back to the gym.


The return of the monkey plate.

July 16, 2008

I don’t feel well, so my plans for making a gourmet meal fell through. I had to force myself to eat. Which, let me tell you, is atypical.

I made a salmon melt with some brussels sprouts on the side. On the monkey plate, because it’s just that kind of day.

Look at that punk smiling at me. I bet he feels fine.

Okay, I think I’ll go crawl into bed now.


March 17, 2008

I was going to take a picture of my NCAA tournament bracket for you, but I’m not going to because I know you’ll try to steal it.

Dinner tonight was a fancy work thing at a restaurant we’ve never even tried because it’s too expensive. This town is interesting like that. Just when you think you’re feeling really depressed b/c of all the chains, you find some crazy expensive fancy pants restaurant stuck in the middle of a strip mall, right next to Snip n’ Clip and Subway.

Anyway, I felt like I was in that credit card commercial with the cute couple where the woman has really good, voluminous hair, and everything’s going well, and then the food is… tiny. That kind of happened. The actual main part of my meal was quite good-sized, really, a nice slab of mango-peppercorn glazed salmon. But it was on a a bed of, oh, I don’t know, 1/4 cup of greens, and it propped up (literally) 5 pieces of asparagus. I love asparagus, and that’s one of the main reasons I ordered the salmon. WHY WOULD THEY ROB ME OF THAT?

I didn’t actually finish the salmon b/c the mango-peppercorn glaze was just a little too hardcore there at the end, but I did get ricotta cake with blueberries and ice cream for dessert. Mmm. Ricotta.

Here’s what’s left, as I didn’t take any pictures of the actual meal. I’m just not ready to explain myself with the camera yet.


And here’s what I’m currently resisting:


That’s my pedometer, resting lovingly on there to remind me of the many miles I’d have to walk per cupcake.


Actually, I just set it down on whatever surface was handy when I took it off. Not that I changed my pants in the kitchen.

Don’t judge. It’s a very small apartment.