Monthly Archives: September 2012
So I just saw this commercial for Ronzoni…single servings of pasta. This is seriously the most idiotic thing that i’ve ever seen. Pasta boxes are reclosable. You can pour just SOME into a pot of boiling water and still save some for later without having to pay extra for the special “pre-portioned” bags… oh my word. people these days
It’s 2012 and these days the most common and easiest way to figure out what you’re going to eat for dinner is by “googling” it or checking out the ever-popular Pinterest to see what delicious eats your friends are pinning. This is what I have been doing for the past few years, but something happened recently that made me change my mind on this. I was home one night watching TV when the movie Julie and Julia, where Julie cooks her way through Julia Child’s famous Mastering The Art of French Cooking cook book came on E!. It made me remember that when I got my first apartment my mom got me my first cook book: Better Homes and Gardens Cook Book. I love cooking, so I decided to dust the cobwebs off my good ole fashion cookbook start looking up some recipes and make them…hey maybe I’d even make all of the recipes in there…some day.
Where to start though? I didn’t have anything specific in mind that I reallllly wanted to cook, which brings me to “Project Cookbook Cabinet Clear”. As part of my decision to try out lots of new recipes in conjunction with trying to save more money, I decided that I’d use all of the food I already had as starting points to all the meals only buy food at the grocery store as needed. To start, I took one item that I had in my home already and looked it up and see where that took me. So I looked up Swordfish, which I had in my freezer. I came across a recipe for blackened swordfish and hominy rice. For those of you like me who don’t know what hominy is (I actually googled it before I went to the market so I wouldn’t look like a complete idiot) it’s a type of canned corn. To my delight, this recipe came out delicious! Both Ben and I really enjoyed it. I have never actually had swordfish before, so I’m glad I didn’t taint my view of this fish with my novice cooking skills. The swordfish had a spicy rub on it, and was delicious, and the hominy rice, though maybe a little bit too spicy, was also great with sausage, lots of veggies, and brown rice. Meal one was a success.
From there on out I’ve been trying to be creative in using the food I have already in my apartment…garlic bread hot dog rolls anyone? Can I interest you in a chicken and veggie stir fry made from scratch? My newest endeavor came this weekend when mom asked me to go apple picking with her. I LOVE apple picking, and I LOVE fresh apples, so of course I went. But to my dismay, when I got home I realized I already had a crisper full of apples…what’s a gal to do with 40 apples? So again, I took out my handy dandy cook book and looked up apples. I know what you’re thinking “Apple pie for everyone!”. The thought crossed my mind, but with the amount of sugar and butter put into each pie, I thought I’d at least try to find something a little bit healthier. So I landed on Apple Bread.
I didn’t just land on apple bread and make one loaf though…I made 4. Go big or go home, right? That’s my philosophy…and four loaves of apple bread later, I still have a crisper that is mostly full of fresh apples. So, as much as I was trying to avoid it, I do foresee a hot apple pie in my near future. Hey, you only live once!
Yesterday me and 6 of my friends participated in Connecticut’s Warrior Dash. What is the Warrior Dash? It’s a mud-crawling, fire-leaping, extreme 5k run from hell. Ben and I did it for the first time last year in Massachusetts, but this year since it was going to be held in Connecticut we decided to recruit some of our friends to get muddy with us! We got matching shirts made so we could all look united as a team and met up down in Thompson, aka the-middle-of-nowhere-Connecticut at the International Speedway. We all started together, but ended up splitting into two groups. Some of the obstacles included running through swinging tires, high knees through about 100 yards of tires, run over cars, climb walls (some which were about 20 feet tall), tight rope across a stream, and shimmy across another body of water holding on to little hand holds on the walls. (I fell into the water on that one). Then afterwards we celebrated like true warriors with beers, turkey legs and hot dogs! Anyways, I’ll let the pictures do the talking from here on out, but we looked great, felt great, and had a GREAT time! Now I can’t wait to do another one, or maybe graduate to a Tough Mudder or Spartan Race if I can round up a fun group to do it with!
I’m here this afternoon to lay some very important knowledge on you. As a child growing up, I was led to believe that hippos were very nice, friendly, and most important, hungry animals. Slow movers, eaters of small white balls that come in a variety of colors, and that’s about it. My initial beliefs were then confirmed as a young adult when Madagascar came out and I saw just how funny, caring, and fun a Gloria the hippo was. Well It has recently come to my attention that all of this is FALSE. I found out that not only are these games and movies misleading, but they are so far from the truth it’s not even funny. Why are people harboring this important, not to mention life saving, information? Apparently, hippos, who can grow to be weigh over 7,000 lbs. The largest on record was over 9,000…and let me tell you…they’re not using their “big bones” to roll horse around with other jungle animals. No. These animals are apparently viscous and kill more humans each year than any other jungle animal – lions and snakes included. Their jaws, which contain K9’s that can grow up to a foot long can apply the pressure of 8100 N (1821 lb). Which is basically enough to chomp you the hell in half. Seeing as how these animals are apparently “herbivores”, I’m not really sure why they need such large and powerful jaws. Maybe so they can pull off stunts like this:
I understand the desire to make a scary animal less terrifying, but lets be realistic here. Now some poor kid in Africa is going to go up to a hippo thinking things are going to be “cool” not knowing they have met their match. Now, coming from a newly self-proclaimed Hippoexpertamus, my advice to anyone who is in a situation where the may have to encounter this beast you need to do one of two things: Either swim out somewhere deep. Despite the fact that Hippos spend a lot of time in the water, including that they are born in water, they sink like a rock in water deeper than where they can stand. Your other option is to climb a tree. However if you’re like me you wont be able to pull your own body weight up fast enough to escape the Jaws of non-life. Both of these options include serious risks, most of them being other poisonous or otherwise viscous animals, but given the situation, you will really have to weigh your options. The one thing you do NOT want to do is RUN. Don’t let their short stocky stature fool you…these turds can run over 19 mph, and will easily outrun you. So, next time you are in Africa, make sure you remember these points. Hippo = death. See hippo = swim or climb. You’re welcome.
When the TV show “My Strange Addiction” first premiered sometime last year I set my DVR to automatically record new episodes. I’ve only actually watched one or two because the show is actually a lot less interesting that I thought it would be, but last night with Bachelor Pad being over I was left with some free time. I flipped on an episode of My Strange Addiction…I only watched about 10 minutes of it before I had to turn it off, but what I did see, I need to share. This young 28 year-old woman named Casie unfortunately lost her husband in a freak asthma attack a couple of months ago so she does what any normal person would do: she pretends he’s still alive and brings his urn with her everywhere she goes and has conversations with it. Legit – she has conversations with her husband’s ashes, asks his opinion on things, and cooks his favorite meals for him. OK, I can almost come to terms with this because the woman is obviously pretty torn up, but what crosses the line is that she eats his ashes. The last thing I heard Casie say before I had to turn off the TV was she likes to lick her fingers before she puts them into the ashes, and she “doesn’t just ‘dip’, she really swirls her fingers around to cake the ashes on good”. OKkkkkk and that’s enough for me. I mean besides the serious health implications that could be caused from eating a dead body that has been soaked in chemicals and burnt to ashes, the thought of eating someone you know is just raunchy. The most disgusting part is that this isn’t something she has done once in a desperate action, but rather something she does multiple times each day…in fact, it’s the main part of her body at this point – she’s eaten a full pound of her husband and is running out fast!
So I wake up for work this morning, and as usual I roll out of bed, pop in my contacts, get changed and go to work. Nothing out of the ordinary. I get to work shortly thereafter and I’m having trouble focusing on my screen. I thought, I dont know, maybe I just have a case of morning eyes, or my head was rejecting working inside on a computer on this gorgeous Monday morning when all I want to do is enjoy the great outdoors. I gave myself a contact solution shower – literally, you can ask my cube-mate, thank god I didnt have on any make up because it would have been dripping everywhere- and was ok for a while, but still just never really felt right. Then I started thinking maybe this is what allergies feel like or something…I don’t know. Finally at the end of the day, after 5PM, when I’ve already been at work for over 8 hours, I look in my little mirror and realize why my eyes have been blurry all day: I have 2 sets of contacts in. Yep, and that’s how I started my week.