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Once again, I made muffins for breakfast in my test kitchen:

Miss P’s Test Kitchen: Experiment #3 – Spiced Buttermilk Muffins

Taken from: http://www.mylifeasamrs.com/2012/01/spiced-buttermilk-muffins.html

The most moist 7 delicious spiced muffins!

Ingredients:

For the Muffins:
1 cup + 2 tablespoons sugar
1/2 cup butter (1 stick)
3 eggs
2 1/2 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
2 teaspoons allspice
1 teaspoon cinnamon
3/4 cup + 1 tablespoon buttermilk

For the Streusel Topping:
1 cup finely chopped walnuts
1/2 cup sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon allspice

Directions:

For the Streusel Topping:
Combine ingredients in a small bowl and set aside until ready to use.

For the Muffins:

Preheat oven to 375°. Prepare muffin tins with muffin papers or parchment paper.

In a medium mixing bowl (or bowl of a stand mixer) cream together the sugar and butter until thoroughly mixed. Add eggs, one at a time, and beat until combined.

In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, allspice, and cinnamon. Slowly add the flour and the buttermilk to the sugar/butter mixture (alternating wet with dry) and mix at low speed until smooth and combined well.

Fill each of the prepared muffin tins about 3/4 full with the batter. Add a rounded tablespoon of the streusel topping on top of each muffin cup of batter. Bake immediately so the topping doesn’t sink to the bottom of the muffin.

Bake for 20-28 minutes, until golden brown and when a toothpick is inserted into the middle of the muffin it comes out clean. (Oven temps vary, so check the muffins after 20 minutes).

Serve hot!

*I baked these at 350° for 21 minutes. I was disappointed in using butter instead of oil, they simply were not very moist because of this. So from now on, I will use oil. They didn’t burn or brown too much on the outside, but still had an awfully thick “shell” of brownness around them. Hm…perhaps it is the baking pan I am using? I’ve heard that since it is a darker colour that it may not be the optimum tool for the job as they tend to cook the outsides too fast. To test this theory, I will try my ceramic pan tomorrow. Then the next day my lighter-coloured aluminum ones.

I do highly recommend the spices in this recipe, if nothing else. So far, I liked the first combination of ingredients the best as they rose really well, but preferred the second temperature/baking time. I will try again tomorrow!

Lunch:

Usual.

I did give one of these to G. I stopped by work in the evening to say hi and bring him baked goods. He was elated to see me. That made me feel wonderful about myself. He complimented me so much in the 5 minutes I was there, I nearly cried. He treats me so much better than any other man ever has.

It’s crazy when 5 minutes can change your entire outlook on the day. And make you feel like the most beautiful, most amazing woman in the world.

Dinner:

Strawberry Balsamic Chicken on Couscous

Adapted from: http://allrecipes.com/recipe/strawberry-balsamic-chicken/

Ingredients:
4 (8 ounce) containers strawberry
yogurt
1/2 cup balsamic vinegar
1 tablespoon white sugar
1 tablespoon ground black pepper
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon kosher salt
4 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 teaspoon lemon juice
4 large strawberries
2 teaspoons minced fresh parsley
1 teaspoon minced fresh mint leaves
1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar (optional)
Directions:
1. In a medium bowl, stir together the yogurt, 1/2 cup balsamic vinegar, sugar, pepper, cinnamon and salt. Place chicken breast halves in a shallow baking dish, and pour the sauce over them. Refrigerate for 1 hour, turning chicken over half way through.
2. Heat the olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Scrape the marinade off of the chicken breasts, and place them into the hot oil. Quickly brown the chicken on both sides, then reduce the heat to medium-low, cover, and cook until chicken is no longer pink and juices run clear, about 15 minutes. Remove from heat, and let rest for 3 minutes.
3. While the chicken is cooking, transfer the marinade to a saucepan. Bring to a low simmer over medium heat. Remove stems from strawberries, and slice thinly so they will fan nicely. Set aside.
4. Slice chicken breasts on the diagonal into 1/2 inch thick slices. Place on serving plates, and sprinkle with lemon juice. Spoon about 2 tablespoons of the marinade over each chicken breast, and fan one sliced strawberry over the top. Garnish with a sprinkle of fresh mint and parsley. If you really love balsamic vinegar, finish the dish off with an artful drizzle.

*Okay, I in no way made it like this at all. But I WANT to at some point. I bascially just cooked some chicken breast strips with olive oil, onions, mushrooms and strawberries, added the balsamic, yogurt, sugar, and spices mix and served it on couscous. I will make this properly at some point, but not tonight. I just wanted to get this done fast and don’t have time to let the chicken marinate properly.

Still haven’t been able to get back to the gym yet. I was working from home all day, I did very well and got a lot accomplished! I am still working out a time that I can get there.

Just a little longer

My lovely is taking part in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) this year. How it works: Start writing on November 1st. Write at least 1,500 words a day. By the end of the month, you will have successfully written a 50,000 word novel.

I am strongly encouraging him in this endeavor. It’s already been established that I do not plan on getting to see him much this month since he will be writing, and that this is okay. I want him to do this. He NEEDS to do this. He doesn’t have to convince me, I already know how important this is to him. You should have seen the look on his face,  just  so very excited. A kid on Christmas. Writing makes him so happy. It makes him who he is. I’ve taken that away from him (unwittingly) for 5 months now. My only request was that I get to see him on my birthday. This was already the plan, apparently, and it was also made known to me that I am invited to Thanksgiving dinner at his parents’ house as well. I can’t wait. His mom is the coolest person I’ve never met.

I did not take a picture of breakfast. It was just cereal. A certain flea market is open today that I wish to go to today. The television simply needs to be elevated off of the floor. Our necks will thank me.

I didn’t have to shop for terribly long before finding it. A nice, short little black wooden table with a grid-like pattern on all sides. $10. Sold. The old man assisting me even gave me a deal on it, $8. Even more sold! He tried to flirt with me all the way to my car. I was regaled with comments of how pretty I am and how thin I am and how much he loves my hair. He asked if I “was a size zero, or something”. Men don’t know a lot about sizes. They also don’t care. A man couldn’t care less if I am a size zero or a size 5. There is literally absolutely no difference to them. We walk around like it’s the difference between life and death…and they don’t even notice. Though I’ve always known that my disordered eating had nothing to do with what men find attractive, it really hit home today. I felt great about myself. I told the man that, though I was completely uninterested, his comments about my size actually did more for me than he could realize and I appreciated them very much. I even gave him a hug.

Thank you, creepy old man.

I did not have time for lunch. I got home, set up my television on my table, took a shower, and cleaned up the apartment a little for G’s arrival. He, of course, couldn’t stay long. He had to go home and write. I completely understood and started walking him to the door. He asked me what time it was. It was only around 5:30. He talked to me for a couple minutes longer then again requested the time. Just a little after 5:30. He decided he could stay for a movie and popcorn.

We watched Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. Wonderful film! It was beautifully shot! He left at around 9:30, which is early for him. I did make dinner for myself:

Butternut Squash and Potato Red Curry

I WANTED to use up some coconut milk that I had. The milk turned out to be bad. Dammit. I didn’t realize this until after I’d started cooking. So I used yogurt instead, but if you were to make this for yourself, use coconut milk! Yogurt was fine, it just wasn’t the effect I wanted.

Ingredients:

Butternut squash, cubed
Potato, cubed
Onion, sliced
Ginger, freshly grated
1 clove Garlic, minced
2 t Red Curry Paste
Pinch of Cinnamon, Nutmeg and Brown Sugar
Crushed Red Pepper
1/3 cup Coconut Milk (I used yogurt as a substitute…in my own recipe. Fantastic.)
1/4 cup chicken stock
S&P
Optional – Cornstarch to thicken the sauce if need be, but the potatoes should add enough starch to thicken it

Fry the potatoes and squash in a little olive oil for 10 minutes, until they begin to soften. Add onion, garlic, and ginger and cook until onion is translucent. Add spices and curry paste. Add coconut milk and stock and allow to cook down to desired thickness, 5 – 10 minutes or so depending. If sauce is still not thick enough, add a little cornstarch.

*The yogurt is also a fine substitute, but really, the coconut milk was what I wanted. Use that. I promise it will taste just as good, if not better!

I do not know when I will get to see my beau again. It pains me, but I know he is happy writing. And I’m a big girl. I can take it.

3 meals!!!

I had 3 meals today!

Granted, I only took pictures of 2 of them.

And then I actually had a second dinner and second dessert…

4 meals?

We eat so badly.

Breakfast:

Strawberry Cream Cheese Crepes

Crepes:

Taken from: http://www.closetcooking.com/2007/09/crepes.html

Ingredients

1/2 cup flour
1 egg
3/4 cup milk
1/8 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon butter, melted

Directions

1. Mix everything in a large bowl.
2. Pour 1/4 cup of the mixture into a lightly buttered pan heated at medium.
3. Tilt the pan and turn so that the mixture evenly coats the entire bottom of the pan.
4. Cook the crepe until golden brown on the bottom, about 2 minutes.
5. Flip and cook the other side until golden brown.

Filling:

Taken from: http://www.closetcooking.com/2008/06/strawberry-cheesecake-crepe.html

Ingredients:
1 (4 ounce) package cream cheese (softened)
1/4 cup icing sugar
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 teaspoon lemon zest
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 cup heavy cream
1 batch crepes
4 tablespoons strawberry jam
2 cups strawberries (sliced)

Directions:
1. Mix the cream cheese, icing sugar, lemon juice, lemon zest and vanilla in a bowl.
2. Whip the heavy cream and fold it into the cream cheese mixture.
3. Spread 1 table spoon strawberry jam onto a crepe.
4. Add 1/4 cup of the cream cheese mixture and some strawberries in the crepe, roll and serve.

I was out of milk and had no cream so I used greek yogurt instead. GREAT substitute! These were probably the best crepes I’ve ever made (save for those insane mango ones I made once…but these are better for you.)

Lunch:

I had a PB&J sammich for lunch and an orange.

Dinner:

Sausage and Veggies on Rice

1/4 lb ground Sausage
1/3 c Peas
1 small ear of Corn, cut off cob
Some Onion, diced
1/2 cup Mushrooms, sliced
Shredded Cheddar
Oh crap what did I put in this? Uhhh…OH YEAH
1 T Hoisin sauce
1 T Honey Mustard
A big shake of Cajun Seasoning
S&P to taste

*Yeah I just sorta cooked all that together and put it on some white rice. Once again, very very good! I don’t know how it was, but it was! I mean really good! Go me!!! I also had ice cream for dessert.

I had to walk to work/the post office at some point today. I of course choose to do it during the  convenient time when G will be getting off of work in an hour. I get to work and go to request a day off (date of course), and then go visit him in his department. The crazy bastard hands me his keys so if I want I can wait in his car for him to get off work. I walk a package to the post office, come back to work, throw my bookbag into his car and lay on the pavement listening to music bouncing along to the beat. (It’s such a nice night, I am not waiting in a car…hehe). He calls me “fascinating” as he approaches. I don’t know how…I’m just listening to music outside on a beautiful night…it’s nothing any normal person wouldn’t do, right?

We decide to get coffee at a 24-hour joint.

Coffee turns into us splitting a burger and fries.

2nd dinner turns into us splitting a brownie sundae.

We eat like absolute crap when we’re around each other. And then don’t eat at all when we’re not. Perfect eating disordered couple…

We go back to my place and chat in the car for hours as usual. Eventually we are all over each other and things are fucking amazing.

The end.

Oh he leaves at like, 4:30 AM. Luckily he doesn’t work in the morning. I wouldn’t have visited if I knew he had to get up early though. I’m considerate like that.

Exercise: 2.5 mile walk, 1/2 hour of yoga

Love

I eat a beautiful breakfast on my new kitchen table. I listen to some Nora Jones and watch the sun stream through my windows. It is such a beautiful morning.

Breakfast:

Oatmeal with Greek Yogurt and Nectarine

I made half a cup of oatmeal with milk on my stovetop with a little honey. I put on a dollop of greek yogurt, sliced half a nectarine and laid it on top, and then finished it with another little drizzle of honey. What a perfect way to break in my new table. Something comforting, healthy, beautiful….and check out my gorgeous chairs!!

 

I gussy myself up. I want to be beautiful for him. I know he already thinks I’m beautiful…he tells me nearly every day…but I can’t help it. There’s nothing I want more right now than that man to continue to think I’m beautiful…

I get on my computer after I am done getting ready to see a completely FRANTIC message from him on FB.

I then realize he’s tried to call my Google Voice twice.

He says in the message that he can’t make it in time and he’s SO SO sorry…he has a leased car and didn’t realize the registration was up on it. He got lost on the way to the BMV and had to go all the way back home to get the correct directions. He wanted to call while he was lost but had no minutes on his phone. He added minutes. THEN he didn’t have my new number. So he called work to get my number. He left me 2 messages on there and one on Facebook. He apologized in each message like a hundred times.

I told him he is the sweetest, most considerate man I’ve ever met and that NO ONE has EVER cared about me that much to go through all that crap just to let me know they can’t make it. I told him he amazes me.

We actually chat online all morning.

We reschedule the movie for tomorrow. I wish I didn’t have to go to my brother’s that night. I would love to spend the evening with G. I’ll have more opportunities, its ok.

We talk until about 2:00 when he says he needs to ACTUALLY go to the BMV this time hehe. I let him go and make lunch.

Lunch:

Mushrooms, Tomato and Mozzarella Sandwich

I did not know what I wanted for lunch. G suggested a sandwich. So I made this since I actually had time to make something nice. I sauteed some mushrooms and sweet onion in olive oil and S&P for a while. I put that on some bread and added some sliced Mozzarella, fresh rosemary and fresh thyme. I threw it in the oven to let the cheese melt and toast the bread a bit. I took it out of the oven and added the tomato. Fantastic! I’d like to get fresh Mozzarella next time for this, but it was still really really good.

 

I change for work, but oddly enough I still want to be fancy and pretty…but not in the same outfit (no idea why). I walk to work in shorts and a t-shirt and change into a cute black and white polka dot top that is sleeveless and ties in a bow around my neck halter-style. I wear a high-waisted skirt to show off my tiny waist. I look fabulous. I get SO many compliments at work on how pretty I am. From other employees to customers. But there’s clearly only one compliment I’m waiting for.

As I am working, some random guy introduced himself to me. He tells me how beautiful I am and how much he likes my hair. He shakes my hand and leaves for a little while. He comes back and basically tries to sell me perfume (AT WORK!!!). I decline and mention that I am too poor for luxuries like perfume as I am getting divorced. (Whoops…shouldn’t have said that…). He insists on putting it on me anyway. He sprays one arm with something and rubs it in. Sprays the other arm with something else and rubs that in. All I could think the whole time is “You’re not G, don’t touch me like that…” and I hated it. He then proceeds to once again tell me how gorgeous I am and how beautiful my smile is and asks me for my number. I decline. He leaves.

I eventually make it back to the department that PFH#3 works in. He looks cute that day. I tell him that. He tells me I look beautiful, just like I always do. I go into a teenage giggling spell…uhg. Hehe. He goes on his break (as I am there to give him one) and when he comes back we have a WONDERFUL time chatting for a little while. I then mention something about random guy. I mention that he was clearly hitting on me and all touching up on me and I didn’t like it.

Wow.

I’ve NEVER seen a man’s heart sink into his stomach like that. He was SO angry. I could tell that it took everything he had not to go ballistic and find this guy and tear him a new one.

I found a way to joke and lighten the mood back up. I left the department feeling absolutely fantastic. I went to give a break to the person in the cafe and the entire time I was stuck back there just had PFH#3 on my mind. I wanted to pick up the phone and make an announcement to everyone “Dear customers, I am madly in love with G_____ _____! That is all.” I want the world to know.

I have fallen completely head over heels for this man.

I have a cup of chicken noodle soup for dinner. I only eat this because I don’t want to disappoint him by not eating at all. The butterflies in my stomach consume me, but I have to eat.

The rest of the night goes wonderfully. I get to chat with him once more (as I had to give him another break) and he yells at me PROFUSELY for admitting that he’s the only one I allow to take me home at night. If he is not there, I walk home. I told him I’d recently turned down a ride from [girl at work I have a crush on] and he was so upset. I wanted to cry. He tells me I shouldn’t be alone at night because something bad will happen to me because I’m so beautiful and he’ll never ever forgive himself. He says he’s going to start making sure he is scheduled to close at work every time I am scheduled to close so I don’t do that.

Well….

Shit how can I complain about that?

We finish up our shift and leave together.

I don’t want to keep him too late. I do throw the offer out there that if he doesn’t want to drive all the way home, he doesn’t have to. Ever. If he is too tired, or just doesn’t feel like it, he doesn’t have to. My door is ALWAYS ALWAYS open for him. He is flattered. But of course, he says this night he is ok. I told him how I felt awful I did not offer this to him last time. Because I couldn’t imagine how responsible I would have felt had he gotten hurt from being too tired to drive.

So he knows now. He is always welcome. I think gauging  from his reaction…he will take me up on it at some point.

I give him a gigantic hug and hold him tight.

I go inside alone.

I can still smell him on my shirt from hugging him. I love the way he smells.

I am falling in love with him.

I miss him so much.

Exercise: 2 mile walk

Happy post

I just wanted to say, G appreciates me so much.

We stayed up till about 1:30 AM talking on the computer.

First he asked me out on Wednesday before we work all night together. It will be the perfect day.

Second, he bought me a grill. He is out of his damn mind. Just a small charcoal one, not like a huge fancy gas grill or anything (I already want to kill him for spending money on me at ALL let alone him even THINKING about buying me something as expensive as that…), and I insisted he shouldn’t have done that. He basically says “Damage is done! If you want it, it’s yours.” ^#$)%&^%(*@!!! OF COURSE I WANT IT! It is something I can cook food on, and cooking is the most important thing in the world to me. Completely not fair to buy me something I couldn’t possibly turn down (as long as he barely paid anything for it…he keeps telling me it was insanely inexpensive and that is why he picked it up for me).

I hope he knows I already like him. He doesn’t have to buy my love. I adore him just as he is. He doesn’t have to buy me things, he doesn’t have to lose weight (although I know he really wants to just to be healthier…same reason he quit smoking years ago), he doesn’t have to take me out to movies or dinner (I am happiest just sitting in the car after work talking to him for hours…) All I’d ever require from him is his love.

I almost fell asleep at the computer so many times, but kept the volume up so when he messaged me, I would hear it. I didn’t want to miss anything. I wanted to stay up so badly.

Then I asked him on a date for the 29th. It’s actually a work group outing for a mutual friend’s birthday. We’re all going to see a screening of Monty Python’s “Meaning of Life”: at a downtown theater and I totally told him “You’re going and you’re going to have fun whether you like it or not. Because you’ll be with me. And I’m awesome.” He could not argue with this reasoning, so he will be attending. There will be dinner and drinks at a TBD restaurant afterwards so maybe I can get him drunk and get him to stay here with me that night. Actually does he work the next day…*checks schedule*…shitballs, he works at 8:30 AM…well all the more reason for him to just stay here.

Then he ALSO wanted to be completely certain I was attending ANOTHER work-related get together (co-worker’s retirement party), and as such we have signed our names as guests one right after the other on the list. So really we plan on going to that together too. So that’s 3 dates.

The idea of someone making lots of time for me is pretty awesome as fuck. I like being cared about.

Breakfast:

Sugar-free Banana Blueberry Baked Oatmeal

Sometimes I’m just in the mood for something with a bit less calories.

Taken from: http://www.alaskafromscratch.com/2012/06/13/blueberry-banana-baked-oatmeal/

Ingredients

  • 2 ripe bananas, sliced
  • 3/4c blueberries
  • 1c rolled oats (not quick)
  • 1/2t cinnamon
  • 1/2t baking powder
  • 1/4t salt
  • 1c milk
  • 1 egg
  • 3T butter, melted
  • 1/4c pure maple syrup
  • 1t vanilla
  • 1/4c walnuts, roughly chopped

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 375. Grease a 1-1/2 quart casserole dish.
  2. Lay the bananas in a single layer in the bottom of the dish. Sprinkle 1/2c of the blueberries over bananas.
  3. In a bowl, combine the oats, cinnamon, baking powder, and salt. Stir and sprinkle over fruit.
  4. Whisk milk, egg, butter, syrup, and vanilla. Pour over oats, coating evenly. Sprinkle remaining blueberries and walnuts over top. Bake for 35-45 minutes or until golden and bubbly and set in the center.
  5. Serve with milk.

Notes

Leftovers reheat well the next day. Store covered in refrigerator.

Additional toppings might include: brown sugar, additional maple syrup, more walnuts, milk/cream, etc.

*Interesting preparation, not my favorite way to do it I think. It turned out a bit on the soupy side, but still really good. The pictures at least look really pretty.

Lunch:

The other half of that cheesy garlic bread.

Dinner:

Strawberry Balsamic Yogurt Chicken with Roasted Rutabaga

Out of absolutely insane curiosity, I bought a rutabaga today. I wanted it. I’d never tried one and I wanted it. So I took it, I roasted it for 40 minutes with olive oil, salt and pepper, and finished with a little parsley. AHHHHH SOOOOO GOOD! I will be buying much more of this later.

I also made the balsamic strawberry yogurt chicken I always make, but roasted the strawberries first in the oven with some butter and brown sugar. Fantastic.

 

The only thing that could possibly make me happier right now would be NOT having to work tomorrow…because it means being there without G. And I am miserable there without him.

I worry about him slightly, as he asks my dieting advice a lot and tells me the number of cals he eats a day. The number is generally not over 1,000.

I don’t like this.

First of all, he’s a man. He needs more calories. Secondly, yeah he’s short. He’s only 5’8, I am taller than him in my heels by a good 2 inches. But he still HAS to need more than 1,000 cals a day..I think he needs at VERY LEAST 1,600. I worry that he wants to be what *he hopes that I want* so badly that he hurts himself. My dearest darling…I like you just the way you are. Slightly overweight and all. Because that’s not what matters to me.

I’m learning so very much from him.

PFH#1 did not talk to me all day. I plan on ignoring him for a while till I calm down a bit.

Better

Today went so much better with the food thing.

I don’t want G (PFH#3) to kick my ass tomorrow when he takes me out to lunch. I want to be able to tell him that I ate. I can’t lie to him. It hurts.

And I got pictures of everything.

WIN!

AND I bought couches and a kitchen table today.

DOUBLE WIN!

Things are amazing.

Breakfast:

Bowl of cereal. It was nice to eat in the morning again! I’m out of cereal now though…

PB&J w/Apple. While I was out and about shopping today I also ate like, a couple of the small end pieces of my bread loaf. Yum!

Dinner:

Mango Chicken with Mushrooms and Sweet Potato

This was crazy to jump into after not eating for 5 days, but its also one of my absolute favorite dishes, so I knew I’d be motivated to actually eat it. I also desperately needed to use up mango that was just going bad. 2 out of 3 were still ok. *whew!* You can find the recipe here! As usual it looks gorgeous and tasted wonderful.

Running around all day was insane. I blew through my week’s gas budget in 2 days going dancing and then shopping around. I just wanted to be absolutely certain I was getting what I wanted. I won’t settle for less than awesome!

Eating again felt great. I already have more energy and am excited about the possibility of working out again soon. I’ve missed it.

AND I’M GOING TO HAVE COUCHES!!! WOOOO! (The table won’t arrive for another 3 weeks…booo.)

Thank you everyone for being so encouraging and helping me stop being stupid to myself. I knew I was overreacting. I just didn’t want to take it out on anyone else, especially when they didn’t deserve it. And then I realized by hurting myself I DO take it out on other people…so I stopped. I am not depressed anymore. I am ok. ^_^

 

Run run run, also Planned Parenthood

I am one of those individuals with no health insurance.

My retail job used to offer it to part-time people. They do not anymore. It was one of the biggest perks of working there so it actually it kind of a blow.

I still go to Planned Parenthood for all of my feminine preventative health needs. Funding however has been dramatically cut to them in the past couple of years. They are now only open for 2 days a week and only do same-day appointments. No calling and trying to schedule ahead of time or anything. So when you call, you get put on hold. If they get to you, you get an appointment. Once they are full for the day, they are full and that is it. You have to try again the next day.

I am out of birth control and they will not issue another prescription without a yearly check-up first. I tried to make an appointment today and did not get in. Maybe I will tomorrow, but if I don’t, then I have to have them “float” me another pack until I can make it in. I understand that they can’t magically make money/appointments appear. And I am incredibly grateful to their services. But damn…they make it really hard to not get pregnant. 😦

Breakfast:

Orange Yogurt Pancakes

Something fast and not overly complicated.

Adaped from: http://foodcomablog.com/2011/05/greek-yogurt-honey-pancakes/

 

Greek Yogurt + Honey Pancakes, makes 4-6 medium/large pancakes

8 tablespoons flour, 1 teaspoon baking soda, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 1 cup greek yogurt, 1-2 tablespoons honey, 2 eggs and butter or oil for cooking. Added: Orange Juice, orange zest

I only used about half the amount of yogurt and filled in the other half of the liquid with the orange juice. I also only used 1 egg. These turned out not so pretty, but tasted great! The texture with the yogurt was really good! I liked these a lot, I used sugar-free maple syrup on top.

Lunch:

In between all the INSANE amount of running around I had to do today, I was able to stop at home to feed myself and the cat. I quickly made this PB&J sammich and an apple. I ran back out the door to finish my errands.

I stopped at the house to pick up a couple more things and look after the fish. I grabbed the mail as well. I’ve got a letter from ex-idiot.

Lovely.

In it he write about how much he misses me and how much he hates jail and he thinks of me all the time.

I KNEW this was going to happen. I KNEW that he was going to get all this free-time in prison to think about what a complete and utter moron he is. And having no one else that truly gives a flying fuck, he writes to me.

I hope he doesn’t think this changes a damn thing.

Dinner:

Chicken and Cauliflower in Banana Coconut Sauce

Ok kids, pay attention because this was RE-FUCKING-DICULOUS!

Adapted from: http://allrecipes.com/recipe/south-of-the-sea-chicken-and-bananas/

Ingredients

  • 1/4 cup lemon juice
  • 1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
  • 1/3 cup milk
  • 1/2 cup flaked coconut
  • 1/8 teaspoon ground cardamom
  • 6 very firm bananas, halved lengthwise
  • 3 cups cornflakes cereal
  • 6 pounds skinless, boneless chicken breast halves
  • 3/4 cup butter, melted
  • 1 kiwi, peeled and sliced for garnish

Directions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
  2. In a food processor or blender blend the lemon juice, condensed milk, milk, coconut and cardamom until smooth. Pour into a large bowl. Put cornflakes in a shallow dish for rolling.
  3. Dip bananas in milk mixture, roll in cornflakes and set aside. Dip chicken pieces in remaining milk mixture and roll in the remaining cornflakes. Place the bananas in one 9 x 13 inch dish. Place the chicken pieces in another 9 x 13 inch dish. Drizzle both the bananas and the chicken with 1/2 cup of the melted butter and bake in the preheated oven, uncovered, for 1 hour.
  4. Remove both dishes from the oven and arrange the bananas over the chicken in one dish. Drizzle with the remaining butter and bake for 15 more minutes or until the chicken juices run clear. Garnish with kiwi and pineapple slices if desired, and serve.

*NOTE I did not use the cornflake dredge and I did not bake this. I made a sauce out of the “milk mixture” instead of using it as a dredge. I just cut a skinless chicken breast into strips and cooked them with some olive oil and about 1/2 T of butter along with some cauliflower. I blended the other ingredients in my food processor (including the banana) and added them after the chicken was done cooking. I allowed it to heat through and simmer for just a LITTLE bit, but did not want a repeat of yesterday’s lunch. So I was very careful not to overcook the milk. I served this on top of sticky rice. OH MY GOD! Desert for dinner people, dessert for dinner! It was CRAZY delicious!! I just bought some bananas today and figured I should use them immediately. Little did I realize what an excellent idea this was!

I am EXHAUSTED after my insane day of running from here to there and back. I got to go work off some aggression over that damn letter at the gym. I love him. I will always love him. But I cannot be with him. He’s not going to last long when he figures this out. He is not allowed to take his depression meds in jail, so his brain is working overtime telling him what a fuck-up he is. I hope when he gets back on his meds on Friday he will be ok. I do care about him even though he doesn’t deserve it. I hope he doesn’t kill himself.

Exercise: 1/2 hour of yoga, 1 hour at the gym