It’s our last day of vacation. We must savor every moment, especially those quiet ones in the car during sunset.
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Sideways and Oregon Trail Adventure
Our Sideways and Oregon Trail Vacation has been beautiful. It’s been a whirlwind since we landed in San Francisco—we’ve gone to a Giants game, seen a friend get a knife pulled on him (he’s okay, the attacker/ticket broker was “just kidding”), attended a beautiful wedding in Sonoma (more on that later), did some wine tasting […]
A Break from the Kitchen
A rare thing happened this weekend: E and I got into a raging fight.
Weekend Plans
To make fried chicken that looks this good. My search for a deep fryer begins.
I hate saying good-bye
to the weekend. Here’s to a great fourth.
Hot Dog: Sandwich or Not a Sandwich?
From Wikipedia: “A hot dog is a fully cooked sausage, traditionally grilled or steamed. It is typically served as a sandwich in a sliced bun, as a corn dog dipped in corn batter and deep fried, or as an ingredient in other dishes like beanie weenies. It is often garnished with mustard, ketchup, onions, mayonnaise, […]
Failed!
It happens—a sandwich doesn’t turn out the way you want it. E and I went to Cross Fit together this morning, and as a post workout breakfast, we were going to make protein crepes filled with fruit for breakfast. But they didn’t come together. Protein crepe crumbs was what we were left with. “I’ll make […]
Book to describe our refrigerator right now
Commonly Used Phrases
What E tells me every day after work.
Old School
My favorite shirt, from my mother’s closet, circa 1975. This was the local hoagie joint in my mom’s New Jersey suburb, back before Blimpie’s and Subway moved in. This shirt has accompanied bell bottoms, skinny jeans, Levi cutoff shorts, pajama pants and running shorts over the years. Note the thin fabric from decades of wear.
Forbidden Food: Sliced Avocado
What we did this weekend: Kite surfed. Slept. Yoga. Dined with friends. Added avocado to E’s forbidden foods list.
My New Dining Room
This is where I will be serving all sandwiches from now until the end of summer.
Cooking Class: How to Measure
Whenever I ask E for a recipe on anything, he can tell me the ingredients, but he can’t tell me how much or how many.
Homegrown Meats
This right here is homemade duck pastrami halfway through the cooking process. Those spices, that delish brown color….makes me hungry! Sadly we can’t eat it now.
Master of His Domain
Friday morning, 8:25 am. E—in his morning uniform, the white robe—tends to his “little babies” in our herb garden.
Taco: Sandwich or Not a Sandwich?
I think I already know the answer to this one, but in the spirit of Cinco de Mayo, I thought I’d spark some Latin fused debate. Is a taco a sandwich?
Sandwich #113—“Patio Break” Bananas and Peanut Butter Waffle Minis
E and I have totally different morning schedules. He works until 2 am and wakes up after 8, I’m up at 6:15 am for running/blogging/cooking/cleaning/teeth whitening/hellraising. Breakfast has been shortened to a two minute meeting over the stove.
What Should I Get For E’s Birthday?
more importantly, what should I cook?
The People Have Spoken
A quesadilla does NOT equal a sandwich. Drat. Guess I can throw out those tortillas in my fridge.
The Old Fashioned Way
“I should have just made these muffins the regular ol’ fatty way. Then they probably would have come out right.” –me, after failing to make banana muffins that held together properly after using almond flour, applesauce and honey instead of flour, oil and sugar, and not paying attention to the measurements of any of the […]
Quesadilla: Sandwich or not a Sandwich?
Me: Does a quesadilla count as a sandwich? E: I want to say yes because I love quesadillas. Me: There’s a piece of tortilla folded over with filling, or two pieces of tortilla with filling. I think it’s closer to a sandwich than the crepe.
Like Mom Used to Make
E and I went to the Midwest to see our respective families this weekend, he for a funeral, me to see my father who’s under the weather.
Spring Has Sprung
The sun is shining and our herb garden is blooming.
Vermont Survival Kit
It’s 70 degrees outside. Our snowboards have been put in storage for the season, and E and I are already plotting our spring adventures. As we unpacked our weekend bags from our last trip to Vermont, we took stock of the goods that got us through snowboarding season: