Tomorrow I've got a 2 hour interval run on the schedule, which I think I'll do on the Fox River Trail just to change things up a bit. Then I need to head over to the box to pick up my Nesco, etc and pay the man for the auction items I won. This morning the weather was fucking perfect-a runner's wet dream. Early sunrise and coooooool temps. I'm hoping lightening strikes twice and tomorrow morning is another gorgeous one. The Polar Vortex is my friend in mid-July.
Last night was relatively uneventful, busy busy but nothing strange. A nice change of pace. I ate my bag o' snacks and rejoiced in the fact that there were no boxes o' garbage in the break room. Also a nice change of pace.
I lacked ambition to make much of anything for lunch, so I hacked up some chicken and tossed it with hot sauce and made-on-the-fly paleo ranch and dumped it on some schmancy lettuce. Frank's Red Hot is the best wing sauce. I don't want to hear about your artisan hot sauce or chutney or whatever the fuck. Frank's is the bomb. I would drink that shit.
I finished up my batch of banana chia pudding, but you've seen enough pictures of that. Plus I forgot to take one. I might try that with cardamom next time instead of cinnamon...or maybe both. Give it a rice pudding vibe. It certainly has the right texture.
I made myself some breakfast after I got home today. I remembered to photograph the package of my paleo "cereal". In this picture it's mixed with unsweetened applesauce and boy is that tasty. The bag isn't huge, but it's 14 servings (if you measure them, greedy guts). I will absolutely buy this again, and once the detox is over I will throw a handful of berries or raisins in that shit. Winter breakfast that sticks to your ribs but doesn't damage your intestinal villi. Hashtag winning.
And bacon, because bacon.
Then I turned on the sedative fan of death and fucking slept forever. Or until 3. Today was yoga day at Jenstar for the boys and they were stoked. Both of them fell asleep in the car. But they were NOT TIRED. NO. I dropped them off at the studio and made myself scarce so they would actually pay attention to the instructor. I whipped out Google maps, typed in "coffee" and walked down Main street a bit to Luna coffee. What a cute shop. I can't believe I didn't know it was there. The coffee was good, and there was a place to sit down and knit for a bit before walking back to pick up the boys. I managed to sneak in right before Jen (bless her) attempted to get the kids to lie still and breathe in silence for 2 minutes. I listened to my boys tell her (loudly) that they could be quiet for a really long time and tried not to snort. They fell asleep in the car on the way home again. Nope. Not tired.
My fabulous husband was busily preparing tonight's supper while we were out galavanting. Steamed cabbage dumplings with pork filling and sesame dipping sauce. These were wonderful. Not exactly spicy, but with a deep flavor that was really satisfying. The dipping sauce was good, too. We have a similar recipe for Vietnamese lettuce cups that has a sharper, tangier flavor...this was different in a good way. I'm not really a cabbage person, in fact I often avoid it (dude, it smells like farts), but it went very well with this filling. It was Napa cabbage, which I've knowingly eaten before.
Is this shit pretty or what?
Tomorrow morning I'll be trying out Southwest Breakfast Skillet with Avocado Crema. It's a beef and parsnip hash, and I'm curious about it. This cookbook has yet to steer me wrong, however, so I'm just going to run with it. Tomorrow night I'm making mushroom soup. It has to be better than Campbell's.
Last night on! I'm fucking giddy.