Curious

Why does one need a cake made out of felt?

No idea.

More Dinner Angst

So sickness has infected our house once again. This time I am fine and the hubs is the sad one.

I would post a real picture of his pathetic-ness, but it involves whiteness and boxers and being surrounded by video games and sympathetic cats which makes it hard to feel bad for him.

Anywhoo, this business of feeling bad and trading feeling bad has us reevaluating our eating once again. We do good for a week or two, and then it slowly tapers off to crap yet again.

We have decided to up the vegetables this time around. We have both been craving them, which means our bodies are in desperate need.

Tonight I did not have a good idea. I had 2 chicken poblano sausage links defrosted, and that was as far as I got yesterday. They are 220 calories each which isn't bad for their tastiness and considering it is dinner.

So I made it up as I cooked. I sauteed the meat (out of its casing). I kept it on low heat and added a diced tomato and a ton of spinach to the sausage after it was cooked through. I turned off the heat shortly after because I wanted the spinach to wilt only a little tiny bit. When the brown rice was done I added about 2 TBSP (not much) worth of finely grated cheddar into it with a dash of salt and some pepper to give it flavor. Then I served the meat and veggies on top of the rice.

The review was good.

Bunny trail alert! Isn't he cute? He cut off all his hair yesterday so he looks like the man I married, and the beard has been gone for a long time now. But he is still handsome both ways.

Back to the review! J liked the flavor of the rice and that the little bit of cheese made it sticky. I liked that it was filling, and that he did not appear to notice the tomatoes.

We have also decided to add a salad every night. I know, I know, who doesn't have salad every night? Well, we restaurant people do not. There is nothing worse than feeding people all night, putting up with their shit, and then having to come home and feed yourself. Sigh.

I also have to say that I do not enjoy cooking. It seems worth it when 20 people sing your praises, but even then it is not something I would label enjoyable. It is breaking even, effort = result. I think I like to cook more because I am a control-freak than because I enjoy it.

I do like to bake. Sadly, that will only get me increasing my jean size. I try to bake on occasions when it will all be given away. Speaking of which, I tried a new peanut butter cupcake recipe that you can find here. They were delicious, moist, and a crowd pleaser at the hubs thesis defense.

That's right, I bribe with cupcakes. Want to come clean my house?

Little Miss High and Low

As you probably divined from yesterday's post, I was a:

But then I got a phone call this morning from an agency that made me:

And now that it has all sunk in, I am a:

YaY Me!

I not only have a practicum site, I saw an AMAZING Christmas gift idea that made me race to Goodwill to find treasures galores! Tomorrow I start painting!

But what you ask?

I will tell you in January!

Suspense

I hate suspense. I cannot handle commercials. Delayed gratification is an unknown concept in my world.

Take Saturday for instance. I had a gift idea, so I got dressed and went looking. That is how one gets things done.

So probably not, Andy Warhol. Not in my world.

I have been waiting over a month for a call. A practicum site that I want said they would decide by November 1st. So I figured they would call today. Another practicum site said they would call today. Both sites said they would call whether I was accepted or not. So who knows what no calls means. It means I am about to give myself an ulcer, that is what it means. SIGH.

Making my list

And checking it twice.

Bowling pins - check!

All I have left is the turkey.

There is the cleaning and massive amounts of food, but the important things are in the trunk of my car. I might also mention that I got 10 used bowling pins for $5.03 at the local bowling alley. Much cheaper than 10, 3 Liter bottles of cola that have the potential to burst.

Also, thanks to craigslist I am buying a turkey fryer for $25. Woo-hoo!

I think Thanksgiving will be the good holiday this year. I can't even wrap my mind around Christmas. If it is not going to be in Paris or at Disneyland and completely devoid of anything that might bring up sad memories I don't want anything to do with it. I have answers to give people about it, but I just cannot bring myself to make a decision. Instead I have decided to not worry about being over the top and to make Thanksgiving an EXTRAVAGANZA. If it is big enough, maybe I'll still be in a turkey coma at Christmas.

Curses and Chair Breakings

As you may know, the hubs is deep in thesis writing. We are t-minus 2 days until completion. This week the stress level has been amped up as his self-imposed deadline approaches. The last 2 nights we have been playing the Star Trek trivia game my mother gave him a couple of years ago.

The first time we opened the game he said, "These game pieces are not to scale." The game pieces are tiny versions of the first 4 Star Trek ships. Luckily my sister-in-law witnessed his nerdiness so we can bring it up and taunt him mercilessly.

The first time the 3 of us played I won. J then put the game away and declared it stupid. Now, 3 years later it has come out and I failed to live up to the challenge. Our current standings are him 3, me 1. I have to win the next 3 games. It kills me to lose. Especially after I over-thought the winning answer because he GAVE ME A LOOK, so I changed my original answer. Then he changed his answer and WON. It hurts people, it hurts. 

I might also mention tomorrow's double at the restaurant is going to hurt given I stayed up until 3am challenging him to a rematch. 

I also would like to state that I have always publicly defended Voyager because she has female captain and I thought it was important. No more Voyager. You moronic pile of a series no one cares about. And Chacotay? Piece of **** with a MEDICINE BUNDLE IN SPACE? Seriously. You can put Voyager in the photo collage of Jessica's Arch Nemesis. 

Going to bed. 

Things the Hubs Cannot Stand

In no particular order:

Pointy items standing UP in the dishwasher

Possums (one killed his roommate in college)

Things that burst in your mouth

The evil sun

Olives and broccoli

Unfortunately no picture description: Dampness

(particularly of the clothes and the state of being damp)

He is very sweet and I am poking fun at his quirks, so I will also show you...

Here he his teaching my little cousin to tie his tie before Grandmother's funeral.

He is so cute.