Monthly Archives: October 2010

Stuffed Sunday

This here is something which requires a great deal of thought.

Is that per eye, or in general?  Because if it’s in general, then that means that there is an eyeless eyelid, which is kind of creepy, and also impossible, because how can it be an eyelid if there is no eye? 

Clearly, I am thinking about this far too much.  Moving on…

Last week I dubbed Sundays “Stuffed Squash Sundays,” but I now have to amend that to just “Stuffed Sundays,” since I remembered an eggplant I had in the refrigerator, and eggplant-stuffed squash just didn’t sound very appealing.  So I stuffed the eggplant instead.

Pre-oven: stuffed with its own diced innards, which were microwaved with baby bellas, fetus carrots, and spices I don’t completely recall but which included garlic and onion powder, cayenne and black pepper, and chili powder.  That was combined with cooked buckwheat and stuffed into the eggplant “shell.”  With some barbecue sauce poured on top, since I was making barbecue baked tofu at the same time, and it seemed silly to put the bottle back in the refrigerator when there was hardly anything left in it.

Post-bake!  See those crispy bits?  I like those parts the best, which is the problem with stuffed vegetables; only the top layer gets crunchy that way.  And while this was good, I do prefer stuffed squash to stuffed eggplant.

As predicted, I went to the pet store today.  It took me ten minutes to get there, and another ten minutes to find parking.  Which was annoying.

they were clearly in the halloween spirit.

I got a much bigger pleco than I wanted … but it was the smallest one in the store.

pleco

And two silver dollars.

Last week, after months of resistance, I finally I splurged on this.

Ridiculously expensive, but so. damn. good!  I am blaming this purchase on Mr. J… yeah, your salary is practically double mine, and you love to rub in the fact that I can’t buy whatever I want whenever I want.  Because you love to rub everything in, since you are a freaking moron!!!

Actually, I’m pretty moronic myself.  I realized last night that I hadn’t yet submitted my preferred classes for advisor approval, and without that I can’t register for the next semester.  Which means I won’t be able to register until late tomorrow morning, if I’m lucky.  I just have to hope that those classes don’t fill up, because I have no other options…

And I’m not always splurging.  See, I bought Honeycrisp apples in Whole Foods on Friday — organic apples for $1.49/pound?  Yes, please!  The cashier said, “Somebody is apple-happy!”  Um, I buy apples by the dozen.  At least.  I live with people who like apples!

But I don’t think I’m sharing these.  😉

Today was a sad, sad day: I wore a winter coat.  Have I mentioned that I hate winter?!  (Rhetorical question.)  Today I was also informed that yesterday was National Oatmeal Day.  I celebrated without even knowing about it.  (Obviously, these photos weren’t taken on Saturday… they’re from Friday.)

Overnight oats, except that they weren’t overnight; Friday’s sat for two hours, and Saturday’s sat for five.  I think five hours is the perfect amount of time for this… 3/4 cup plain soy yogurt, 1/2 cup oats, Truvia, cinnamon, banana extract, cinnamon extract, banana, blackberries, and raspberries.  Half of the banana was mashed in.  I think this is close to a perfect ratio for me — I love the texture of it!  (I am aware that there are hardly any oats or yogurt visible here.  This is not very pretty after it’s been mixed up!)

After trying 99% chocolate and finding it far too bitter, I don’t know what possessed me to buy this… but since it cost two dollars, not ten, I wouldn’t feel bad just throwing it into cookies or something.

Like I said… I have no sense.

The squares were really cute, though.

Yes, I am easily amused.  But… gahh!!  Bitter!!!!!  I’ll stick with 82% from here on, thanks very much.

And, ohhh… that cookbook I was so eager to read?  There is a recipe in there that I need to find the time to make.

I’m sure you understand the necessity.

Also, my car is being annoying.

I got the message the first time… you really don’t need to tell me that every time I get in the car.

And the tea was awesome.

I just put two ice cubes in the mug so that I wasn’t drinking hot tea.  My tongue and taste buds thank me for it.

Now would probably be a good time for me to go over the presentation I have to give tomorrow.  Apparently, my professor has this misguided notion that I’m good at this book talking thing, which is seriously laughable, and also makes me feel like I’m under an undue amount of pressure.  And, to add some sweet irony, I’ve decided that I’m going to be marketing a public speaking skills workshop.  It’s too bad that I’m not actually any good at public speaking, myself, but … beggars can’t be choosers!

Have a great start to your week.

Question: How many eyelids does a duck have per eye??

“Don’t let the past steal your present.” 
~Terri Guillemets

Kids These Days…

Somehow, I seem to be the gastronome of my family; whenever my mom or one of my sisters has a cooking-related question, they call me.  I find this rather funny, but roll with it… as in advising my sister how to add fresh dill to her chicken soup, even though I’ve never in my life dealt with fresh dill.  And, hey, it worked out for her.  😉

A couple of days ago, my sister called me to find out how to make sushi, because my nephew eats way too much of it for her to buy it all the time.  Then, yesterday, she requested a demonstration in how to roll the sushi, since she said that their attempts were a mess.

My sister actually rolled these after said lesson.  I haven’t made sushi for myself in ages (though this whole episode has me craving it now!), but when I used to do it, I always made inside-out rolls, just because they’re easier.  I don’t think I’ve ever done it this way before!

Anyway, the point of this wasn’t to ramble about sushi.  I have two sisters, but I am a lot closer with the other one; hence, I spend more time with her and her kids than I do with this sister.  So I found myself a little shocked at how… disrespectful my nephew is to his mother.  He is one of the sassiest kids I have ever met.  If I had talked that way as a kid (hell, if I talked that way now) my mom would have slapped me onto the next planet.  Not that I’m advocating capital punishment, but my sister just takes it; she didn’t say a word.  Does it make me seem like a total old fart if I say that I am completely appalled at this utter lack of discipline?!  Is it just me, or are kids a lot … cheekier than they used to be?

Since I’m already here, I may as well get some of these photos out of the way.

romaine, roasted mini pumpkin, black beans, roasted Brussels sprouts

new-to-me almond butter!

liked it a lot.

HUGE asian pear. not kidding -- it weighed almost 12 ounces. after i removed the core.

I made baked cottage cheese and pumpkin again… with a different result, of course.  I think that goes without saying.

I’m attributing the difference this time to the new kind of pumpkin.

The fantastic thing about this can of pumpkin is that it cost 99¢.  Wouldn’t you buy it?!

I’ve started to bid a sad farewell to my Trader Joe’s… apparently, that means that this next purchase was necessary.  Even though I hate tea, because I hate hot drinks.

But it’s vanilla and cinnamon in one fell swoop!  Two of my favorite things ever.  I have yet to try it, though.  😉

And speaking of the move?  Mr. J has decided that he finds the new office space “stuffy,” so he went down there on Friday afternoon with an air purifier to see if it made a difference to him.  If it doesn’t, we’ll have to move somewhere else, to “a less desirable location.”  I’m pretty sure that if I said I couldn’t breathe down there, he wouldn’t give a crap.  And if we end up relocating to the place I’m thinking of, then I am going to have to quit.  I am not going to commute 2.5 hours each way every day.

I really, really hate that guy.  (No, not just because of this, but it’s the icing on the cake.)

Several fishy deaths have necessitated a trip to the pet store tomorrow.  Fun times, fun times…

But I think a hot bath sounds more appealing right now.  On a somewhat related note, I received a question on Formspring about my skin care regimen (if you can call it that!), but the answer would probably qualify as a novel, so I may just make a post out of it…

And now I am going to take that bath.  Really.  Because my hands still reek of tuna.  *gag*

Question: Are kids more obnoxious than in years past?!

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

“Reality is not always probable, or likely.”
~Jorge Luis Borges

Bar Mitzvah … Migraine

Wow… I am totally wiped. out.  Three late nights in a row + a migraine = exhaustion, I guess, but math never was my best subject!

Let’s go in chronological order, shall we?

Tuesday was another lovely day, weather-wise.  It started with some aggravation (thank you, MTA), but I practiced the power of positive thinking and told myself that I wouldn’t let it be a horrible day because of that.  Even though, you know, you can’t get an A / good performance review / win an auction every day.

this is no longer available. sniff.

The day wasn’t a bad one.  It might not have been especially wonderful, but like I just said, that won’t happen every day!  I did, however, find this on my desk.

For those of you who can’t read the chicken scrawl, it says I would rather not look at this.  How about putting it on your fridge? Back story: I brought this magnet from Antigua (months ago!!) as a joke between my nutritionist and me.  Neither of us needs it, so I brought it to the office and gave it to my co-worker, and we decided to put it on the communal refrigerator to see how long it would take for someone to notice.  Now do you see how incredibly dense Mr. J can be??  Not to mention undemocratic.  😉

The workday ended, I went home.  Actually, on the way, I stopped off to take a little walking tour of the neighborhood to which my office is moving.  I visited what is going to become “my” new Whole Foods.  I have to say, I prefer the ones I frequent now… but maybe that’s just because I’m used to them.  I did, however, pick up something there that I’ve been trying to find!  (Clarification: something I’ve been trying to find for less than the price of a limb, as I have none to spare.)

My nephew’s bar mitzvah was supposed to begin at 7.00, but as we exist on Jewish time, everyone shows up late, so I didn’t need to rush quite as much, and I was able to satisfy my daylong craving for pumpkin oat bran.

My mom was hanging over my shoulder the entire time I was making this.  What is that?  What are you doing?  You’re not going to eat by the bar mitzvah? Well, excuse me.  I didn’t know I’m not allowed to eat now!  (Actually, I ate before the bar mitzvah because I didn’t know whether or not I’d end up eating enough there.  But I wasn’t about to tell her that, because it’s really none of her business.)

Then I put some squash and tempeh in the oven, did my nails, drank some crack while they (mostly) dried, and proceeded to get dressed and made up.  This involved trying out a new mascara on which I’d had my eye (no pun intended):

Ooooh… I like it!!  I think I may have a new favorite mascara.  🙂  It’s very similar to my previous favorite, so some further “testing” is required.  😉  (As an aside, every time I get my eyebrows threaded I’m afraid that I’ll sit up and look in the mirror to find that I have no brows left.  Does this happen to anyone else?!)

Then, the dress.  This is what it looks like as it’s meant to be worn:

And this is what it looks like as I had to wear it:

Two photos because I think neither of them actually shows what the dress looks like!!  It’s hard to see black on black, I guess.  And I can’t believe I used to wear heels on an almost daily basis… those are probably my first pair of stilettos (I’ve had them since I was in high school), and they’re actually pretty comfortable, but still.  Ouch.

On to the bar mitzvah.  I took about a dozen photos of this, because I was trying to figure out which settings to use on my camera.

some sort of salad in a taco shell bowl? no idea, i didn't eat it.

I never did figure it out, which was incredibly frustrating, but I still managed to take over eighty photos.   My brother (whose son’s bar mitzvah is next month) said he’s going to hire me because I’m cheaper than a photographer.  Thanks.  😉

Then, this.

mushroom soup

I know, I know; a caterer using paper goods?!  I’ve never heard of such a thing before, either.  Anyway, I’m pretty sure this soup had chicken in it.  I was really upset about that at first, until I remembered that I’m actually not a vegetarian on moral grounds, so it was just disordered of me to react that way.  Especially since there was more fat than necessary in here.  And pepper.  I mean, I like pepper, but this was overkill.

And then, this.

I cannot caption this photo, really.  There’s chicken, which I obviously didn’t eat (my sister took care of that for me).  And oily potatoes and vegetables.  And, um, a “fruit tart”?  I ate that thing, and I still have no idea what it is.  Pineapple, but the pink stuff in it?  Not a clue.

Something weird happened.  I looked at that plate, and my knee-jerk reaction was I can’t eat that, because of the grease.  I sat there for a few moments, and then picked up my fork and ate it.  Well, most of it, anyway.  And instead of feeling like everyone was staring at me and judging me, I felt… normal.  It was really, really odd.

I’m sure that it helped that my sister, sister-in-law and I strategically maneuvered ourselves onto a different table than my mom.  (My niece was at my table, but all the way on the other side, and the centerpiece was obstructing my view, so I was able to sort of pretend she wasn’t there.)

And then I went home, and went to sleep not long after.  Without “letting the food digest,” which is unheard of for me.  And I didn’t feel anxious about it.  Again, very, very strange.

But before I went to sleep, I had to rescue the squash and tempeh from the oven.  I’d turned the oven off before we left the house, but forgot to take the baking pans out.  Hence:

romaine, mini pumpkin, tempeh, green beans

Good thing I like it when food is well-done.  😉  On a side note, I’m pretty sure these mini pumpkins are meant to be decorative.  But I ate them last year, and nothing happened to me, so I think I’ll just keep eating them.  😉

This morning, I arrived at work.  I turned on the lights.  I sat down at my desk.  And, much to my dismay, especially considering #2 in this article, I suddenly couldn’t see.  Lovely.  I turned off the lights and crawled under a table in the back to meditate myself back to wellness.  (Benefit of being the first one in the office!)

so zen, isn't it... 😉

“Meditate” isn’t the right word… but back when I was taking karate, we used to do these visualization exercises where you imagine pain as a red ball of fire, which gathers in one place and then exits your body.  I was trying to do something like that.

When my first co-worker arrived, she turned on the lights.  I thought, Why don’t you just stab a knife in my skull? and turned off the lights on my half of the room.  There are 29 different bones in your skull, as per Snapple “Real Fact” #827, and every single one of mine was screaming in protest.  And then my hand turned numb.

looks like a normal hand, yes... but it sure didn't feel like one at the time. actually, it didn't feel like anything. which just makes me that much more grateful that i have the use of my hands on a normal basis!

The numbness later journeyed to my face.  It was a very… interesting few hours.  When Mr. J arrived, he snapped on all the lights (he’s on my side of the room), and I squinted, and he said, “Oohhh, the pain!”  Dude.  This is not. funny!  But I guess I can’t expect anything else from him.

i had to do SOMETHING with it, and raw spinach isn't my favorite. so i mixed it into the sauce. is that incredibly weird?

Oh yeah, that thing that I mentioned picking up in Whole Foods yesterday?  This is it.

It kinda tastes exactly like peanut butter.  And my curiosity is now satisfied.  🙂

I am off to my nutritionist now to find out if I’ve been a good enough girl over the past week.  A pity, since I want to read this:

I’ve been awaiting this for a while, so it’s exciting that it’s finally out!  But I suppose it’s not going anywhere.  Unlike me!

Questions:

  • What do you do with raw spinach, other than add it to smoothies or use it in salads?
  • Do you get migraines?  If you do (with or without aura), have you found anything that helps lessen the agony??

That is quite enough of me for one day.  And I really should do some schoolwork.  Ah, well.

Have a great Thursday.

“Bore:  A man who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.” 
~Gian Vincenzo Gravina
(that is a very eloquent way of describing how i feel about myself!!)

Weird Monday

Mondays are not generally my favorite day of the week; I think many people share that sentiment.  So it was a really, really weird feeling to have Monday turn out to be a good day, and right from the start.

It was beautiful outside today, not exactly sweatshirt weather, but I just had to wear this hoodie I bought a couple of months ago.

I’m sure you can see why… my nails matched it perfectly!  😉  And look at the inside:

It is huge and delicious and fuzzy and cozy and I lurve it.

crispin apple -- looks like a granny smith, so it looks like it should be tart. it's not, but it's not exactly sweet, either. strange.

I found out on Sunday night that I had won twelve thousand dollars worth of jewelry.  I was rather skeptical, given the less than reliable source, as well I should have been… because it was misinformation.  In fact, I won an elliptical.  Okay.  I’ll take it.  😉

Actually, to backtrack a bit: Sunday is apparently “Stuffed Squash Sunday.”  I think I’ve had one every week for a month now.

white acorn squash stuffed with TVP, spinach, fetus carrots, baby bellas, corn, and a bunch of spices I forget.

White acorn squash, I think, is much better than the regular green variety.  But that’s just me.

And then I followed that up by baking, which I haven’t done in way too long.

I made these s’mores cookies for my brother.  I would not have been able to vouch for the taste of these, even pre-ED, because I wouldn’t have tasted them; I’ve always hated marshmallows.

Back to Monday!  I arrive at the gym, which naturally wasn’t open yet.  The door was actually obstructed by a drunk homeless woman sprawled out on the sidewalk.

I would have thought taking this picture was insensitive, but A) I was inside, and B) uhhh, note the bottle of alcohol.

While we waited (half a block away to avoid to stench) for the girl who opens to show up, one of the other members informed me that this location is going to be closing in November.  There goes one of my cons against moving: I won’t have a back-up gym here, either!  And I guess my gym fees will go down, since this location cost more than the others.

Then I got to work, where I found an email from my professor.  I got an A on my book talk!  He said, and I quote: “You’re really good at this.”  Which made me laugh so hard, because I am scared to death of public speaking.  (And he did, in fact, note that I ought to slow down and use more eye contact.  My therapist will love that one — she’s always trying to get me to work on the “eye contact” thing, and I just … can’t do it.)

romaine, roasted cauliflower, edamame, steamed sweet potato

On my lunch break, I wandered out to see whether I could find a dress to wear to my nephew’s bar mitzvah.  Now, I have plenty of dresses, and I certainly didn’t need another one.  Especially not another black one.  But it didn’t come in any other colors! (I bought this dress, but I could not get a decent picture of it.  If I end up keeping it / wearing it tomorrow night, maybe I’ll get one then.  Except that it won’t be sleeveless anymore.)

After I tried this new-to-me product, bought in Bed Bath and Beyond…

…which I really liked, despite its extreme sweetness (I double-checked the ingredients because I was sure there had to be sugar added; there is not), I found out that it was time for my annual performance review.  It went well.  So, woot woot! for that, even though I feel like an impostor, but whatever.

Class wasn’t too interminable, either.  We’ll gloss over a mild… incident I encountered in school, and just say that the day ended off on a fairly typical note.  As in, I was cursed at by some crabby woman on the subway, and naturally, I take such things personally.  (Oversensitive much?!)  I put in my token appearance at a cousin’s engagement party, and now for some reason, I am blogging instead of sleeping… and I need sleep, because even before my brother barged into my room last night, I was late getting to bed since I was on the phone with my nutritionist.  Initially, the call was about the bar mitzvah.  But then we were discussing the various different types of cattle.  Don’t ask.  I think we might have a rather… unprofessional relationship.  Anyway, I am not so excited about this bar mitzvah, but that kind of goes without saying.  I so need social skills training, it’s not even funny.

Oh, and the 99% chocolate?


Far
too bitter for me.  I think I’d like 86% the best, but I’m happy with my 82%.

Bed calls!

Have  a happy Tuesday.

“Who covets more, is evermore a slave.”
~Robert Herrick

Loss For Words

(The title is because I wanted to say something.  I tried and tried, but it wasn’t coming out right, so I gave up.  No big loss!)

This move just gets better and better.  There are only half a dozen other people working in my office, and while I can get along with everyone, I only like one of them.  On Friday I learned that he is being moved to a different location from the rest of us.  Work just got a lot more boring, and I didn’t even know that could happen.

He is actually the same co-worker to whom I gave that peanut butter chocolate chip Larabar a few weeks back.  I finally got around to making a Mebar for him to make a comparison.

It’s obvious, visually speaking, that the Larabar has more chunks of peanut and chocolate chips.  But he said that they taste pretty much the same, except mine tastes “fresher.”  Which makes sense.  Because it is.  😉

Another reason why I am not happy about moving?  I am going to miss Bed Bath and Beyond.  Not so much for the housewares (which I love, but I really don’t need to buy anything more in that department!) — but it’s actually a good place to buy cosmetics, toiletries, and… groceries.  My favorite body wash is far more inexpensive there than anywhere else.  And it’s where I found the Maple Sunrise cereal (though, alas, that wasn’t so cheap).  And I found this.

I love edamame in the pod.  I don’t know why I keep forgetting this.  I also don’t know why I didn’t realize that it wasn’t shelled until I got home, but that’s okay.  I love these little bags!  Not exactly cost-effective, but so convenient.

Another shot at baked cottage cheese and pumpkin yielded, unsurprisingly, yet another type of result.

I halved the recipe to finish up a can of pumpkin, and it’s a good thing I did, because it rose to sky-high proportions… it could have made a huge mess!  Obviously, it fell once I took it out of the toaster oven.  But the weird thing is that it was hollow inside.  The taste was the same, but it usually is.

This is what I did with some more pumpkin:

Pouring syrup while taking a picture is not an easy feat, as it turns out. I was aiming for the middle of the pancakes, but that didn’t happen.  😉  Anyway, these are pumpkin and carob chip cottage cheese pancakes, which I made using processed Fiber One instead of “flour,” because for some reason we are swimming away in Fiber One here.  Worked out just fine.  🙂

It was a bittersweet moment, but my jar of Barney butter has reached its demise.  But it did make quite a lovely bowl.

Steel-cut oats with banana cooked in.  And cinnamon, of course.

Note the “best by” date (10.22.10).  😉

How does anyone photograph a spoon??  I had to move out of the dining room because the reflection of the chandelier was driving me crazy.  This isn’t much better, but, well, you know.  😉

Friday was rather… interesting.  Because I get home earlier on Fridays than any other day of the week, I took the opportunity to make a long-distance phone call regarding my end-of-semester vacation.  Long story short?  I wound up booking a vacation about three minutes before lighting candles.  That means I spent very little time stressing out over the decision, but I also spent the next twenty-four hours trying to remember which hotel I had booked!  Either way, I now have something to anticipate after this stressful semester, which is an absolute necessity as the “fun” continues.

There is one project that I just can’t seem to get done.  Look, if I wanted a degree in marketing, I would have gone to business school.  I don’t, and so I didn’t, and I do not have the skills to do something like this.  So I’m all stressed out about it, naturally.  And on Friday night, I had a dream in which I was giving this presentation, and I actually did an awesome job.  Except that because it was Friday night, as opposed to any other night of the week, I couldn’t write it down when I woke up (no writing on Shabbos).  And, of course, after I fell asleep and woke up again, I’d forgotten it.  So I’m still in trouble.  😦

But I should just cheer up, because this week promises to be an absolute blast … and yes, I am being sarcastic.  Class on Monday, no swimming on Tuesday due to my nephew’s bar mitzvah, nutritionist on Wednesday, and Thursday… well, Thursday.  I’ll keep quiet about that one for now, because I’m not sure yet.  😉

And my Saturday night allergy?  It gets worse and worse and worse.  Just saying.

Have a happy Monday!

“With some people solitariness is an escape not from others but from themselves.  For they see in the eyes of others only a reflection of themselves.”
~Eric Hoffer
(eh… probably guilty as charged)

200 Days; Moving; Field Trip

Those of you who have seen my Facebook status messages of late may have noticed that I’m counting down to something.  As of today, there are exactly 200 days until my last grad school class ever.  (Unless I lose my sanity and decide to get a second master’s, which is not entirely impossible.)  But who’s counting…

I especially can’t wait because yesterday, I learned that the rumor first circulated in January is true: my office is moving.  There are both pros and cons to this, actually, but I’d really rather not move.  Pros are that it will mean a shorter commute, and that I will have my own office.  Cons?  Well, it’s farther away from my school; I won’t have multiple gyms to alternate between when one screws up; I’ll miss my Trader Joe’s; and especially since my therapist’s office moved farther uptown from where it used to be, using my lunch break to get there will be pretty impossible.  I liked working in that neighborhood.  This really kind of sucks, but I should count my blessings, because they were considering two locations, and the other one is so far out that if they’d moved us there, I seriously would have just quit.

Anyway, on this lovely, cheery day…

disappearing empire state building... photo taken at 7.45 am

…several of us went on a field trip to scout out the new place and see who would be getting which office.  Mr. J was originally thinking that I would share with one particular co-worker.  Honestly?  If I have to share an office, I can’t do it with her.  Remember when I changed all the light bulbs in the office?  In a windowless room (and we won’t have any windows in the new location, either), if I don’t have daylight bulbs, I very quickly deteriorate into an I want to freaking kill myself state.  This co-worker found the new lights too bright, so she replaced the bulbs over her desk with the old ones.  Coincidentally, her desk is right next to mine, but whatever.  I am not sharing an office with her.  Thank goodness.

But I still don’t want to move.

Moving on (no pun intended)!

I’m kind of in a salad rut.

romaine, stir fry veggies, tofu cutlet

romaine, alfalfa sprouts, tofu cutlet, rutabaga

Lately I’m just feeling very… uninspired, I guess.  I’m just too wiped out to think about what to make for lunch, and it’s boring me.  What do you do to get out of a “food rut”??  (I don’t mean a rut when you’re eating the same thing every day because you like it; that’s a different kind of rut.)

Actually, eating a salad yesterday was a poor choice.  Not that you need to know this, because it’s not exactly an appealing topic of conversation, but my digestive system and I had quite the disagreement.  It wasn’t a good day for that to happen, either, since I went to my nutritionist.  I should have eaten BRAT, but instead I ate pretty much normally, and my stomach didn’t like that.  As a random aside, apparently the probiotics in yogurt are beneficial when it comes to curing digestive ailments.  Who would’ve thunk it?  Dairy + upset stomach = disaster, if you ask me.

Food rut aside, I did manage to make some variation of the couscous bowl I created a few weeks back.  After devoting way too much thought to which grain and protein to use, that is.

I ultimately went with bulgur… mixed with microwaved zygote carrots, baby bellas, and green beans.  As I was stirring it all together, I realized that I had meant to include corn for a splash of color, but couldn’t be bothered to get it out of the freezer, so I sprinkled a bit of nooch over the top.  It’s yellow, anyway.  As for the black beans, I didn’t feel like opening a can — what would I do with the rest of it?! — so I finally opened the dried beans I bought a while back.  I don’t know why I thought it would be such a complex thing to do… I just boiled it for a few minutes, then let it sit in the hot water for about half an hour.  It was probably a little underdone, but I like it when it’s not too mushy anyway.

ezekiel corn tortilla, maranatha sunflower seed butter, banana, and an autumnal plate

My cousin is having a birthday gathering in her house tonight.  She invited me, and I said that I wasn’t going to be able to make it because I have way too much schoolwork to do.  That is actually true, even though I’m blogging — clearly, I’m very poor at managing my time.  But I wouldn’t have wanted to go anyway.  This cousin is a couple of months younger than I am, and we were in the same grade in school, but we had totally different groups of friends.  And her friends made my life miserable when I was younger.

I’m pretty flippant about it now — I mean, what’s the point in boo-hooing that girls were bitches to me when I was in school?  Girls are bitches.  It’s what they do, especially at that age.  But apparently, it’s not psychologically healthy for me to make a joke out of it.  Okay?… Am I supposed to sit and cry about it?!

Here’s what will happen if you neglect a jar of applesauce in the back of your refrigerator.

I realize that the focus is more on the jar than on its contents, so let’s take a closer look.

Mold.  Yummy, yummy mold!!

And now I will really have to go get some work done.  But first I just need to tell my dad this story about my brilliant co-workers… one of the offices in the new location has a structural beam in it.  Mr. J, who has a very… odd sense of humor, said, “Oh, we’ll just have [maintenance] remove it.”  And one of my co-workers said, “Oh, yes, that’s a good idea.”  And she was serious.  Really?!  Why would someone put a huge beam like that in the middle of a room for aesthetic purposes?!?!

Mr. J and I took one subway line back to our current office; the others took a different one.  And as we were walking back from the station, he proceeded to tell me how someone told him when he was in graduate school that he was going to get fat there, and that then he started taking a medication for headaches that made him lose weight, and he was XX pounds heavier than he is now, and that he met an old colleague at a conference and she had really “turned tubby”… and all the while I’m thinking Why the hell are you telling me this?!  Is he trying to freak me out and tell me that I’m going to get fat because I’m entering a “sedentary” field?  Eesh.

Okay.  I need to work.

Have a lovely weekend.

“Our deeds determine us as much as we determine our deeds.”
~George Eliot

The Cold Killed My Brain

Having just experienced another teeth-numbing swim, one which will definitely have me calling the Parks department, I would love nothing more than to crawl into my bed.  Possibly with my newly-delivered space heater, which may actually have to be returned since it’s not UL certified.  But instead, the Yankees are keeping me awake.  I will be very, very angry if this is for naught.  I don’t actually have any reason to be angry — I can’t watch it, thanks to Cablevision, but it’s not as if I’d be able to sleep anyway.  And I’m blaming the random sequence of “events” in this post on the cold water in which I was submerged.  I think I was in there for a total of twenty minutes, five of which were spent shivering.  I got out after a few laps because I just wasn’t enjoying it, which really sucks, especially since I can’t go next week, since I’m going to be forced to attend my nephew’s bar mitzvah.  Hmph.  Anyway.

After falling in love with Nature’s Path Vanilla Sunrise, I just had to go hunt me down a box of the maple flavor as well.  Even though, you know, I don’t love maple the way I do vanilla.

It had the same textural awesomeness of the Vanilla Sunrise, but it also had a weird maple-y sweetness that was almost cloying.  I didn’t hate it, but I much preferred the vanilla.  Big surprise there.  😉

romaine, roasted rutabaga, tempeh, cauliflower, baby bellas. my apologies to rutabaga for abandoning you of late.

Monday night, I stumbled back from school some fifteen hours after I’d left home, and proceeded (with no small amount of mishap) to prepare this:

Spaghetti squash stuffed with, um, itself.  Mixed with pasta sauce and re-hydrated TVP.  At first, I had it covered in the oven, but it was taking too long, so I uncovered it and cranked up the heat until it was broiling.  Eventually, I took it out, figuring that I could stick in back in the oven for a few minutes before eating it.

It was way too hot to put in the refrigerator, and it was long past the time when I would have liked to have been asleep, so I asked my mom to put it in the refrigerator before she went to bed.  She said she would.  But apparently she had a “senior moment,” because when I came downstairs at 5.30 the next morning, it was still sitting (covered) on the stove top.  Oops.

Because I am (pick one) reckless / stupid / immortal, I decided that the chances of my dropping dead from this were highly unlikely, and I ate it anyway.

It was missing something, though.  And I don’t think spaghetti squash is my favorite squash to stuff, either, because I like to eat the skin, too, and for some reason it just strikes me as strange to eat the skin of spaghetti squash.

I also cracked open these dark chocolate almonds today.

I loved them!!  I could really taste the chocolate; if you let the coating “melt” on your tongue, it’s almost like you’re eating a square of dark chocolate.

I was a little more reluctant about trying the Artisana cacao bliss, but I gave it the benefit of the doubt.

I tried and tried and tried to knead the packet, but it just wouldn’t really soften up, so I put a bit of it in the microwave, because I wanted to mix it into the yogurt and the muffin topper.  It didn’t work that well, evidently, as I ended up with a huge chunk of it in one bite.  Which I found gag-worthy, not because it’s a bad product, but because I don’t really like coconut at all, and this was overkill for me.  (What’s strange, though, is that it probably isn’t extremely different from this sorbet, and I adore that.)

Just because it’s been a while since I posted a photo of earrings!

Back to basics.

This morning I told my acupuncturist that I wished I could just stay down there and sleep instead of going back to work.  He had no problem with that, but I’m pretty sure Mr. J wouldn’t share that sentiment.  Which is really too bad, since I seem to have lost all ability to sleep in my own bed!!

I wanted to buy pumpkin butter, but the only one I was able to find had HFCS in it, which strikes me as entirely unnecessary.  (Yes, I know that Trader Joe’s pumpkin butter doesn’t have HFCS, but it also isn’t kosher.)  Does anyone know whether there is another brand of pumpkin butter that doesn’t contain HFCS?… Or will I just have to stop being lazy, and make my own?

Happy Hump Day!

“Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson