…for the foreseeable future and I have plowed my way through a ridiculous amount of my work emergency reserve snacks in the last two hours. I’ve eaten:
- a hummus/hummus chip snack pack
- three string cheeses
- half a bag of Goldfish (one of my favorite snacks! ok, maybe more than half a bag.)
- a massive honeycrisp apple
- my green juice I never got to drink this morning
- a coconut cream pie Larabar.
- a handful of Wheat Thins (if that hand belongs to a giant)
Every time my co-worker comes in, I’m shoveling something new in my face. It’s getting a little embarrassing.
Whew! I’m back. I haven’t done one of these posts in forever, mostly because the last few months have been stressful - and on top of that, we had another couple living with us for 2.5 months. While we loved having them and are always happy to help our good friends out, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little relieved to get back to our regularly scheduled programming.
[I do, after all, love me some schedules, programming and lists.]
That said, here’s what we’re eating this week:
Tonight: our favoritest crispy black bean tacos with broccoli slaw.
[drooling just thinking about them.]
Wednesday: Greek mahi-mahi with roasted asparagus
Thursday: a delicious pork chop adobado recipe that Amy gave to me years ago, roasted sweet potatoes and beets.
Friday: a much-needed date night at The Dawson.
What’s cooking in your kitchen this week?
We’ve had the longest, coldest winter in recent years here in Chicago (seriously, the last few years have been really pretty mild by Chicago standards).
All I want to do is get my busted feet cleaned up and polished, feel some sunshine and put on a pair of open-toed shoes that just scream SPRING as loud as possible.
These would fit the bill quite nicely.
[and I owe myself a treat for a recent accomplishment - time to start stockpiling piperlime and ebates codes and BR rewards!]
loeffler randall charlotte, $350 via piperlime
We all have to dig out a car, get over it #leastfavoritethinginchicago
"Dibs" is the most idiotic Chicago "tradition" ever.
There was some guy half-assedly shoveling the remainder of a spot (the person who left the spot had done 99% of the work) someone else left in front of our house this morning. Mark my words, if there is trash in the street in front of my home, it’s going in the alley where it belongs.
YOU DO NOT OWN THE STREET. YOU ESPECIALLY DO NOT OWN THE STREET IN FRONT OF NOT YOUR HOUSE.
Ugh. Dibs. GFY.
We’ve been under the weather (from a physical perspective) and completely over the weather (from a mental perspective) for a couple of weeks now. With yesterday’s snowstorm and the plunge in temps, we were in need of something warm, low and slow. I bought a large package of beef stew meat last weekend at Costco, so beef it was.
I was torn between my mom’s beef stew, her beef in barolo and the braised beef with sundried tomatoes introduced to me by Amy.
I didn’t have everything I needed to make either recipe, and there wasn’t a chance I was venturing out into the snow to hit the store. So I combined.
I browned beef stew meat (in bacon grease, no apologies), then set aside while I sauteed finely chopped celery, carrot and onion with about a tablespoon of tomato paste in the drippings. Deglazed with some red wine (whatever was open) and threw the beef back in with half a bag of frozen pearl onions, some thickly sliced carrots, some quartered red potatoes, a few tablespoons of chopped sundried tomatoes, a couple shots of Worcestershire. Covered the whole thing with a container of beef broth and some fresh (well, moderately dried from a couple weeks in the fridge) thyme and rosemary. Simmered for three hours, and bam. Dinner.
(PS, my favorite way to eat any sort of wintery slow cooked deliciousness is with a big chunk of well-buttered crusty bread.)
Daily: something fruit/veggie packed to start the day, a kindness extended, and a distraction free dinner at the table.
Weekly: one run, one other physical activity, one just-checking-in call to a friend, one date night.
Monthly: a book, a new takes-all-day kind of recipe, an outside-the-office effort to advance my career, and a day of service.
Yearly: two BIG goals, mine alone for now.
More: listening, gratitude, patience, being in the moment, taking care of myself + mine, long walks on the lake with E, dancing in the kitchen, saving.
Less: rushing, complaining, electronics, spending, caffeine.
Even though the last six weeks of 2013 have been full of stress and disappointments, overall this has really been a great year - a definite and substantial improvement over the shitshow that was 2012.
However you celebrate tonight, whether it’s a big fancy sparkly night on the town or a quiet night in, be safe and be merry.
[We’re under the weather over here and will ring in 2014 with NyQuil shooters and by coughing on each other.]
Best wishes to you all for a healthy, prosperous, successful, happy 2014 that is full of joy, goodness, laughter and good wine!
I’ve had a very stressful last few weeks, culminating this week in a really stressful week, which was capped off with disappointment this morning when I learned something I’d been hoping for at year end wasn’t going to happen.
Commence wallowing and pity party for one.
Not five minutes into said pity party, I got a text from G.
"hey, i’m going to red square for a much-needed massage and some relaxation in the spa rooms. interested?"
A flurry of texts and a few phone calls later, we were booked for hour massages at 2:45.
I picked her up at noon and we headed to Red Square, a traditional Russian bath house. What an experience! With a bar and restaurant on the main level and saunas, steamers, and hot tubs below, this place is legit Eastern European - almost more of a social club than a spa. Lots of older Russian dudes hanging out in spa robes, drinking beers and watching sports.
[fortunately, there is a females-only area for steaming and sweating]
After changing into our robes, we kicked it at the bar with a couple of Moscow Mules. Then downstairs for some time in the hot tub. Then back up for another round of cocktails and some really killer chicken soup. Then back down to steam ourselves and chill in the relaxation room with some trash TV and gossip before a glorious hour-long massage.
When we finally left more than four hours later, I felt relaxed and rejuvenated.
What could have been an entire day spent in my sweats feeling sorry for myself turned into a really great day (and interesting first!) with one of my best friends.
Sometimes impeccable timing is everything.
Britney ab appreciation blog
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If you are a female who was in college in the early 2000s, circa-2000 Britney was, is and will always be THE GOLD STANDARD.