books, food, green, health, me
27 August 2010 | 1 Comment
Due to reading In Praise of Slowness
and some other thoughts that have been swimming around in my head lately, I’ve decided to go for a new goal.
My new goal is to cut out pre-made or over-processed foods. I guess I don’t know exactly how to define the type of food I’m talking about. I’m talking about things that people made from scratch 30 years ago but now we depend on mixes or frozen boxes for.
This isn’t a big leap for us; I already cook nearly every meal we eat at home and most of our grocery shopping is already from the perimeter of the store. I haven’t bought frozen pre-cooked chicken fingers or bagel bites since we’ve been married (5 months today!). Those used to be my go-to lunches, so if I can cut those out, it won’t be hard to stop the rest. I already no longer buy canned vegetables, they’re either fresh or frozen fresh, and we don’t buy pre-cooked meats other than pizza toppings. So for us this means no more Bisquick pancakes (I’ve made pancakes from scratch many times, so not a biggie), no more brownie or cookie mixes (everyone loves these anyway), and no more Kraft mac & cheese.
The last one will be the hardest, I eat mac and cheese for lunch all the time. Don’t get me wrong, homemade mac&cheese is no stranger to me, this is just one area where convenience has me so won over it will be hard to break the habit.
Thinking on this same topic last night I asked Shawn what he thought about getting rid of the microwave. I don’t think that idea went over too well.
family, food, green, health, me
23 August 2010 | 1 Comment
Oliver: our puppy is going to be very big—huge, the vet says. He has gained about 10lbs a month since we got him and still has a ways to go. We need somewhere to put him where he can play by himself other than our tiny balcony. We also need a place where we don’t have to worry about him trying to make new friends with people who really don’t want to be his friend when someone takes him out without a leash.
Money: payments for several of the houses we’ve looked at would be cheaper than our current rent.
No more elephants: I really don’t know how the people upstairs make so much noise.
Garden: I really want to plant a vegetable garden. Actually, I want to do this: Produce all the food you need on just a quarter acre!
Buying the cow: We’ll have room (hopefully) for a freezer so we can buy a half of a cow.
We’re having a baby: Okay, the baby isn’t due until February, but I’m sure it would be a lot easier to make the move into a house before then than to wait until our lease is up and move with a 2 month old.
I’m pretty sure I had a lot more reasons than this when I first wanted to post on this topic, that’s what I get for being a slacker.
food, loving, multimedia mondays, music, video
8 April 2009 | 1 Comment
Tagged in baby got back, burger king, butts, commercial, food, kids meal, king, sir mix-a-lot, sponge bob, square pants, video
food, friends, loving, me, nostalgia, relationships
17 March 2009 | 0 Comments
What would you do if you saw someone you knew on match.com? An ex? Someone you went to school with?
One night Amy and I were browsing match for just these types and find them. Amy finds an ex and I find this guy I went to school with.
During my first stint at GCCC there was a guy in my radio classes, JP we’ll call him, ’cause that’s his name. JP liked attention I guess, he talked with a fake Australian accent, we all knew it was face, yet he still went on insisting it was real. Occasionally, when he would slip up and not accentuate words enough, or at all, and someone would call him on it, he would just say he’d been in the states so long that the accent comes and goes. Then we would talk about him behind his back, good times. Don’t get me wrong though, other than this weird reach for attention, he could be a really nice guy when you spoke with him one-on-one.
Maybe a couple weeks later after finding him on match.com, Amy and I are on a quest for pizza and stop at Gumby’s, which seemed to be the only pizza place open after 10 on a Friday night, weird. We go in and I immediately recognized the guy behind the counter and he clearly recognizes me because he begins to speak in a well out-of-practice fake Australian accent. Gumby’s just has a tiny lobby—it’s not a dine-in restaurant, so we’re cornered. I don’t let on that I know him and don’t have an opportunity to say to Amy, “this is that guy.” So he slips up on a word and Amy calls him out, he shrugs it off. I’m having such a hard time trying not to laugh. When I get the chance, I text Amy and it’s good I did because she thought he looked familiar and almost asked him how she knew him.
So we leave and we’re both cracking up as we walk back to the car. Of course, we’re talking about him and there he is standing behind the building talking to a coworker. I don’t think he heard us and the laughter resumed with added hilarity once we were safely in the car.
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