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Happy Halloween!!!!!!!!!!

This is my day! A day for people like me to shine!

I’m obsessed with candy.

I live for costumes.

AND it’s Wednesday, GOTH NIGHT! I get to go dancing!

I’m so happy, I have such a gorgeous costume!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve worked on it all day!

Breakfast:

Cinnamon Raisin Oatmeal Scones

Taken from: http://neithersciencenorart.blogspot.com/2009/10/cinnamon-raisin-oatmeal-scones.html

Ingredients

1 1/2 cups rolled oats (4 1/2 ounces) or quick oats
1/4 cup whole milk
1/4 cup heavy cream
1 large egg
1 1/2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour (7 1/2 ounces)
1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/3 cup granulated sugar (2 1/4 ounces)
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon table salt
10 tablespoons unsalted butter , cold, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
1/2 cup raisins
1 tablespoon granulated sugar for sprinkling

Adjust oven rack to middle position; heat oven to 375 degrees. Spread oats evenly on baking sheet and toast in oven until fragrant and lightly browned, 7 to 9 minutes; cool on wire rack. Increase oven temperature to 450 degrees. Line second baking sheet with parchment paper. When oats are cooled, measure out 2 tablespoons and set aside.

Whisk milk, cream, and egg in large measuring cup until incorporated; remove 1 tablespoon to small bowl and reserve for glazing.

Pulse flour, cinnamon, 1/3 cup sugar, baking powder, and salt in food processor until combined, about four 1-second pulses. Scatter cold butter evenly over dry ingredients and pulse until mixture resembles coarse cornmeal, twelve to fourteen 1-second pulses. Transfer mixture to medium bowl; stir in cooled oats and raisins. Using rubber spatula, fold in liquid ingredients until large clumps form. Mix dough by hand in bowl until dough forms cohesive mass.

Dust work surface with half of reserved oats (note: I also dusted with some flour as the dough was a bit sticky), turn dough out onto work surface, and dust top with remaining oats. Gently pat into 7-inch circle about 1 inch thick. Using bench scraper or chef’s knife, cut dough into 8 wedges and set on parchment-lined baking sheet, spacing them about 2 inches apart. Brush surfaces with reserved egg mixture and sprinkle with 1 tablespoon sugar. Bake until golden brown, 12 to 14 minutes (note: they baked fast in my oven and needed no more than 12 minutes); cool scones on baking sheet on wire rack 5 minutes, then remove scones to cooling rack and cool to room temperature, about 30 minutes. Serve.

*Toasting the oats was fascinating to me for some reason. REALLY delicious! I’m still experimenting with scones and baking times/temperatures. I agree with the person who wrote this when they said don’t bake them any longer than 12 minutes, I would actually suggest 11.

G called after getting out of work to ask me how my costume was coming along. It was his idea, so I did my best to make him proud! I get to actually see him tomorrow, so the phone call will tide me over till then.

I skipped lunch.

I was too busy making my wings!!!! Can anyone guess what I am dressed up as??

The pattern on the wings is a dead giveaway! I will be very surprised if anyone figures it out.

I went to my brother’s to help pass out candy. It was cold and rainy, so there weren’t quite as many kids as usual, but it was still a decent turnout. A few kids thought I was Nicki Minaj. One thought I was his math teacher. I had some fried bread and yogurt that my brother made for dinner. I think 3 pieces. And of course a bunch of candy.

Then I made the half hour drive to the club. This was EXTREMELY pleasant as I’ve not been in the car by myself on a long drive in a long time. I was elated. I danced all night. I hardly stopped 10 minutes for a breather. I love dancing so much. This was such a great Halloween!

Don’t worry, no one at the club knew what I was supposed to be either.

Exercise: 3.5 hours of dancing

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I am missed

I started chatting with a customer today at work. Turns out he frequents a diner that I walk by every single day. I am somewhat of an inside joke there. I know nobody there, I have never actually been in or eaten at this diner. But they all “know” who I am. I promised him that one of these days, I will shock everyone and walk in. Maybe I will even have breakfast, stay, and chat for a while. I am a landmark on my street.

I cannot disappoint my fans. I will have to continue walking every once in a while.

Breakfast:

Since I had to work, I just did my Cap’n Crunch with Crunchberries without Crunchberries.

Stupid cereal.

I had half a cranberry turkey sandwich and chicken noodle soup at work.

I decided to relax and not work after work today. No second job. Just make dinner and chill.

Dinner:

Broccoli and Mushrooms with Pesto Sauce on Angel Hair

A basic pesto sauce is just basil, olive oil, Parmesan cheese, pine nuts, garlic, S&P, a little lemon juice, and a little water to thin it out. I also added mint. Blend all of that in a food processor. Then I sauteed some broccoli, onions, and mushrooms in some olive oil and threw all of that into a bowl along with angel hair pasta. Pesto is my favourite. My brother gave me the basil. He’s the best brother in the world.

I am a little sad that I am no longer going to be the constant presence that people were so used to seeing. I want the city to know that I am fine. I will have to go on a walk at least once a week to keep up appearances.

 

Remembering what having a car is like on MM

I now feel so much more…busy.

Oddly enough. Before, there at least seemed to be enough hours in the day for everything that needed to be done. Now with access to a more efficient means of transportation, there seems to be a lack of hours for the things I need, and now WANT, to get done. When there is no means to move large objects that one wants but does not NEED, one expresses no desire to do so as it is not a necessity. Now that there IS a mode of transportation of such things, all of a sudden there feels as though there is a need. I need a table to put my gigantor TV on. I need lamps in my living room. I need more large mirrors. I need a coffee table. I need an area rug. I did not “need” these things a week ago. Curbing outrageous spending has got to take place now that a vehicle is currently in play.

For right now, I “need” a costume for Wednesday. I was just going to throw together something with items I already own. For the most part I still am. G came up with the INCREDIBLE idea that I be Mothra. All that would need to be purchased is a pair of rainbow wings and maybe some paint. I am going to look so wonderful and no one will have ANY idea who I’m trying to be.

Breakfast:

Buttermilk Pancakes with Strawberry Syrup

For reference, and because my site was not searchable even to me when I had my privacy settings on, I need to repost the buttermilk pancake recipe that I use.

Taken from: http://www.browneyedbaker.com/2011/02/11/best-buttermilk-pancakes/

Ingredients:

2 cups all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
½ teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon salt
2 cups buttermilk
¼ cup sour cream
2 eggs
3 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and cooled slightly
1 to 2 teaspoon vegetable oil, for greasing the pan

Directions:

1. Whisk the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt together in a medium bowl. In a second medium bowl, whisk together the buttermilk, sour cream, eggs and melted butter. Make a well in the center of the dry ingredients and pour in the wet ingredients; gently stir until just combined (batter should remain lumpy with a few streaks of flour). Do not overmix. Allow the batter to sit for 10 minutes before cooking.

2. Heat 1 teaspoon of the vegetable oil in a nonstick skillet over medium heat until shimmering. Using a paper towel, carefully wipe out oil, leaving a thin film of oil on the bottom of the pan. Using ¼ cup measure, portion batter into pan in 4 places. Cook until edges are set, first side is golden brown, and bubbles on surface are just beginning to break, 2 to 3 minutes. Using a thin, wide spatula, flip pancakes and continue to cook until second side is golden brown, 1 to 2 minutes longer. Serve pancakes immediately. Repeat with remaining batter, using remaining oil as needed.

*Note 1: This recipe was formulated using lower-protein flour such as Pillsbury and Gold Medal. If you use flour with a little higher protein content like King Arthur, you will need to add 1 to 2 more tablespoons of buttermilk. I forgot about this at first, and when I mixed the batter I saw how thick it was. I added 1½ more tablespoons of buttermilk and the batter was perfect.

*Note 2: If you make these on an electric griddle, preheat it to 350 degrees F.

I now finally have an electric griddle!!!! No more guesswork or overcooked/undercooked pancakes! These were beautiful, perfectly golden, and tasted fantastic! The homemade syrup (1/4 cup water, 1/4 cup sugar and half a cup slices strawberries simmered for about 20 mins) and homemade whipped cream were a perfect compliment! I bought my griddle on a sale for $18. It’s HUGE and will be perfect for when I start making breakfast for more than 1. (I swear to God it WILL happen someday!)

Lunch:

Yum! Pictures of my boring food at least turn out cute sometimes.

For dinner, I took a very close friend of mine to our favourite Thai restaurant. I had the Mat-sa-man with tofu and rice. (DING DING DING! I finally got it right!!!) It also came with a small salad. This dish is spectacular and I would do just about anything to recreate it.

It was refreshing to see my friend. She has also been without a vehicle all summer, so we hardly got to see each other for 4 months. Having some girl time was nice. I love my beau, but he is not female and would not understand female problems in the way another woman would. I ate all of my food.

Getting closer to my birthday next month I am starting to wonder…who will be making ME cupcakes?

 

Not-quite-so-damn-early 6 AM

Since the car is fixed, there isn’t as much of a need to get up ridiculously early. The drive from here to work is quite literally only around 6 to 8 minutes. This means for that same hour and 20 minutes of sitting around drinking coffee and doing nothing time, I only have to wake up 2 hours before having to be at work. As much as I love waking up early, this is a luxury as it means I can stay up a little later the night before as well.  Having more time to get shit done in general is a very good thing.

Breakfast:

This cereal was a massive disappointment. It was supposed to have crunchberries, yo. Do you see any? Neither did I, even after sifting through the ENTIRE HUGE bag. Grrrrrrrr. I would take them back and exchange them for another, but I am hungry. So fuck it. I shall eat them crunchberry-less.

G shows up late. Very late. It is my fault. He was at my apartment the night before, and even though we try SO HARD to make it an “early night” where he leaves by 10 or 11 at the latest, it never happens. He always ends up staying well past that. He has issues sleeping (though I’ve never bared witness to this as it seems he always falls asleep quite easily with me snuggled up against him) and did not get a full, proper night’s sleep, I’m sure, on my behalf. The time creeped by later and later. 9:30. 9:32. 9:35….this is the point where I realize he’s very late and it’s my fault. A sharp twinge of pain twists in my stomach every time another minute goes by. He finally gets there at 8:38 and I run to the door to let him in. The apologizes start flowing the second after he clocks in. He claims his actions and lack thereof are no one’s fault but his own and I am not to blame. I am never to blame. But really….I am. I will try not to let this happen again.

For lunch I have 2 cups of soup. One chicken dumpling and one Italian wedding.

Once again, G and I are adorable in that we leave my car in the parking lot at work while we go off shopping together. We pick it up when we are done. Of course, we also get dinner together. I brought my camera, but failed to take a picture as I so often do. Uhg. We just went across the street to Wendy’s where I had an apple pecan salad and only used half the dressing provided. Though I’m trying to believe I’m watching my girlish figure, we promptly go home and make popcorn with LOTS of real butter and kosher salt. Mmmmmmmmm! We watched “The Blob” which I’ve been meaning to watch FOREVER! It was a great evening! Not working tomorrow will be beneficial to him. It is okay that he stayed late tonight.

Exercise: Having this car means I will have to start attending the gym once again. I will start soon.

 

Car

I finally, after so long, got my car fixed today by a really nice guy who only charges $40 an hour. That’s crazy good for a mechanic. All of the shops I called charged $75-$100 an hour, one even charged $120 an hour. RIDICULOUS! I don’t charge nearly that much for the work I do in my own business! How to mechanics get off charging that much?? The problem is that it’s not an easy skill to learn and people generally NEED their vehicles. My profession I feel anyone could learn with a few easy lessons and what I provide is a luxury, not a necessity. I’m in the wrong fucking business.

My brother helped me tow the car with his AAA subscription. He assured me he hasn’t used it in forever and that it would be okay to use one of the tows on me. He woke up early and came over to help push it out of my garage and onto the tow truck. INCREDIBLY kind and selfless of him. I made him some tea and we chatted over my kitchen table for a little while before he headed back home. I owe him some form of baked good.

I sorta skipped breakfast in anticipation of getting my car fixed. I was so excited I forgot I was hungry. I had a healthy dose of tea and conversation to tide me over till lunch.

Lunch:

PB&J + Apple

My lovely took me to pick up my car after his shift at work. I promptly parked it in its designated spot in the garage, got into G’s car, and went shopping with him. We love shopping together SO much that we shall continue to do so even though I now have a mode of transportation to accomplish this myself. We are too adorable.

After shopping, we went out for pizza at the amazing joint one block away. They had a special, 2 pizzas for the price of one. So you guessed it. We both got our own pizzas and ate the ENTIRE DAMN THINGS OURSELVES. I mean, really? What am I? Do I not get enough to eat or something that I feel the need to consume an ENTIRE pizza? Well, in my defense, I left one slice so I could take a picture of it. But the doggy bag it came in was SO CUTE, that was all I got a picture of:

Dinner:

WHAT? Cuteness!!!!! (I promise there is one slice of pizza in there that I will never eat. It’s just the truth.)

G and I watched some BEAUTIFUL animated shorts by Winsor McCay, one of the pioneers of animation who blew Walt Disney out of the goddamn water. His work was so imaginative and way, way ahead of its time. We couldn’t stay up too late as we both had to be at work in the morning. I can’t wait! It’s going to be so odd to not need a ride home from him. I wonder if he will bother waiting for me.

Distinct lack of 4:30 AM

Not that it was terrible or anything waking up that early, but my sense of time disorientation yesterday left me feeling that maybe I could use a little more sleep. I slept until 8:30.

I decided to try something different for breakfast since raspberries were on sale and I actually had time to make something.

Breakfast:

Dark Chocolate Raspberry Scones with Dark Chocolate Raspberry sauce (made by my dad)

Scone recipe taken from: http://www.joyofbaking.com/RaspberryScones.html

Ingredients

2 cups (260 grams) all purpose flour

1/3 cup (65 grams) granulated white sugar

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/4 teaspoon salt

6 tablespoons (75 grams) unsalted butter, cold and cut into pieces

2 ounces dark chocolate chunks or chips (about 1/2 cup) (50 grams)

3/4 cup fresh or frozen raspberries

1/2 cup (120 ml) whole milk plain yogurt

1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

1 large egg, lightly beaten

Added: 3 T dark cocoa powder

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (177 degrees C) and place rack in middle of oven. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper. 

In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Cut the butter into small pieces and blend into the flour mixture with a pastry blender or two knives. The mixture should look like coarse crumbs.  Stir in the chocolate chunks (chips) and raspberries. In a small measuring cup whisk together the yogurt, vanilla extract, and egg. Add this mixture to the flour mixture and stir just until the dough comes together. Do not over mix.

Transfer to a lightly floured surface and knead the dough gently four or five times and then pat, or roll, the dough into a circle that is about 7 inches (18 cm) round and about 11/2 inches (3.75 cm) thick. Cut the dough into eight triangles. Place the scones on the baking sheet.

Bake for about 18 to 20 minutes or until golden brown and a toothpick inserted in the middle comes out clean. Remove from oven and place on a wire rack.

*Now, if I were to have done these correctly and just followed the recipe exactly, they would have been perfect. But I had to go and fuck them up by adding too much liquid. I decided the dough was too dry (even though for scones the dough is SUPPOSED to be dry as they are supposed to be more dense…UHG!) and added 2-3 T more liquid. Dumb, dumb, dumb. So these were more like scone-shaped muffins instead of scones. I means, they tasted good and had they been MUFFINS they would have been perfect! But I wasn’t making muffins, I was making scones. Idiot! There will always be a next time, though. At least I drizzled my dad’s dark chocolate raspberry sauce on them, which made them even more wonderful! I’ll get this baking thing down yet!!! I will not be defeated!!!

Lunch:

I skipped lunch today. I think it was because I had a late, large breakfast (I ate all four of those muffin scones…) and had a LOT of running around to do. I called a mechanic today. This will be my last day without a car. I will get it towed and fixed tomorrow. I’m so happy I could cry, but I also do enjoy walking. So I went on one last long walk.

Dinner:

Orange Chicken

Crispy chicken recipe taken from: http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1639,152180-247202,00.html

SEASONED FLOUR:

1 1/2 c. all-purpose flour
1 tbsp. garlic salt
1 1/2 tsp. pepper
1 1/2 tsp. paprika
1/4 tsp. poultry seasoning

Combine all ingredients and set aside.

CRISPY BATTER:

2/3 c. all-purpose flour
1/2 tsp. salt
1/8 tsp. pepper
1 beaten egg yolk
3/4 c. flat beer or water

Combine flour and seasonings in medium bowl. Combine egg yolk and beer or water. Add gradually to dry ingredients. Heat Crisco to 365 degrees in deep saucepan or deep fryer to a depth of about 2 inches. Moisten chicken pieces. Dip in seasoned flour, then batter, then back in seasoned flour. Fry in hot Crisco for 15 to 18 minutes, or until well browned. Drain on paper. Serves 4.

Orange sauce recipe taken from: http://thenoshery.com/2010/03/19/better-than-takeout-orange-chicken/

Orange Sauce

1 ½ cups water
1/4 cup orange juice
1/3 cup rice vinegar
2 ½ tablespoons soy sauce
1 tablespoon orange zest, grated
1 cup packed brown sugar
½ teaspoon ginger root, minced
½ teaspoon garlic, minced
2 tablespoons green onion, chopped
¼ teaspoon red pepper flakes
3 tablespoons cornstarch
2 tablespoons water

In a large saucepan combine 1 ½ cups water, orange juice, rice vinegar, and soy sauce. Blend well over medium heat for a few minutes. Stir in brown sugar, orange zest, ginger, garlic and red pepper flakes. Bring to a boil.

Combine 3 tablespoons of cornstarch with 1/4 cup of water and mix thoroughly. Slowly stir cornstarch mixture into sauce until it thickens. Pour sauce over breaded chicken, and if desired garnish with green onions.

NOTE: I also added sauteed carrots to this dish. Carrots and orange go very well together!

*YES! YES YES YES! I finally made a crispy chicken that STAYED crispy in sauce! It just had a nice, light crisp to it, it wasn’t KFC or anything. It was PERFECT! I loved it! The seasoning for the fried chicken itself was not exactly suited for a Chinese dish, but was delicious none the less! I am so proud! It was a fantastic sauce recipe, too. I highly encourage you to try it!

 

I will be calling my brother first thing in the morning to get my car taken care of. Wow. A car. It’s hard to imagine it now since I’ve been walking for miles and miles every day for 4 months now. Damn.

Exercise: 6 mile walk

4:30 AM – Day 3

Things were going just as fine as usual until getting to work.

Breakfast:

This is what I get for refusing to turn on lights.

For some reason I had the idea in my head that G wasn’t showing up until 8:30. He was there at 8. So I missed him entirely to let him in. I think I was actually in the very back room putting things away when he snuck in on me. A peek out into the parking lot scared the crap out of me when I saw his car there. What’s going on? Did he get here early? He is NEVER 10 minutes early, that is IMPOSSIBLE! Wait…was he supposed to be here at 8 instead of 8:30? I felt awful. I like to be ready to open the door for him so he’s not waiting outside forever for someone else to realize he is there. I just hoped he was not late due to me.

I also had a looooong list of other people’s breaks to cover. I was having a hard time understanding who’s break I was doing when since there were so many, and sometimes the way they set it up on our daily task sheet is confusing. I thought I was supposed to do G’s break at 10. Turns out it was at 9:45. So I fucked that up, too. When my sense of time is off, I feel terrible. I don’t feel like me. I wanted to cry. It’s not like he cared that I was late, and I clearly felt so terrible that even if he was mad, he wouldn’t have shown it after seeing me nearly in tears over it. Crappy morning, but it got better.

I had 2 cups of soup for lunch. One clam chowder (which the cafe girl HATES and can’t stand dishing it out, so it makes it all the more fun to buy just to pick on her) and one chicken enchilada (yup, that’s a soup).

I got the number of a GOOD mechanic from a coworker. I will be calling him later.

Dinner with my lovely was good! I wish I would have had some sort of mango in this mango chicken enchilada…there was none. None at all. I’m not sure how they could possibly claim it has any in it. It was disappointing. And I forgot to take a picture, so here are my leftovers.

Dinner:

I normally can eat everything I order at this restaurant, it’s one of our absolute favorites. But this dish wasn’t very good. I won’t be eating my leftovers even though I packed them up. I just know I won’t.

We came back here and watched some movies and talked late into the night, just like usual. I’m glad we find each other so interesting that we always have things to talk about. I hope we never run out. He left as usual, too, instead of just staying the night. *sigh* I will learn how his brain works eventually. It’s okay, I love him regardless. He’s lucky I’m the most patient, understanding woman on the planet.