Does anyone remember the old TLC shows like What Not To Wear, Trading Spaces, etc? Do those even still exist? I used to be sort of as obsessed with TLC as I am now with food. I was pretty sure I was going to be a hairstylist when I grew up, and paid no mind to what I was eating.
Now I pay no mind to how I look and can’t stop thinking about what to concoct in the kitchen next.
Such is life.
Hm. I thought so.
But at least I always have yummy waffles, right?
My typical waffles, with some sweetened shredded coconut mixed in, too. Yeah, the “bad” kind. The “bad” kind is also pretty darn good, thankyouverymuch.
- more sweetened shredded coconut
- white chocolate coconut PB
- earth balance
- ginger preserves
- and a fruit mixture of chopped plum and half a sliced banana, microwaved for thirty seconds with some maple syrup.
Oh, yeah, probably because it’s some of the best peanut butter my palette has ever had to pleasure to taste.
Due to the heat, I pretty much woke up, put on my face and horse gear, ate, read some blogs, and boogied to the barn. If I could have gotten away with eating and going I certainly would have, but I knew Teddie needed time to digest – and so did I! It was so muggy, but we toughed it out.
You know how some women say “I don’t sweat, I glisten.”?
Yeah, there was nothing glisten-y about me after that morning. I was just plain gross. And I was actually pretty bummed because as you know from my recent farmer’s market post (well, I doubt you remember, no blame there) I am just about out of bread and wanted to run into town to pick some up.
There was no way that was going to happen.
It’d be one thing if my air conditioning in Gertrude worked so I could have cooled off by the time I got there.
It’d be one thing if I never planned on seeing them again.
I would forever be remembered as “the stinky sweaty horse girl who’s obsessed with our bread.”
Just what I need.
So, even though that plan got vetoed, I still found it in my heart to run into a local convenience store and pick up an iced tea and a date oat bar for my hardworking mother who was probably even sweatier than I.
I drove all over campus looking for her all to no avail, so just left her presents in her office with a note that said “Stay hydrated and have dates.” That woman hardly drinks a glass of water a day, gotta look after her, you know!
This story is getting quite long-winded, but I’ll also have you know that since I was over my primary embarrassment of showing my stinky sweaty self in public, I also stopped at Price Chopper and the bank on the way home. Both these chores were sort of a lost cause because Price Chopper was all out of almond milk and, well, I never like seeing my bank balance.
What’s your most embarassing “I shouldn’t be seen like this in public” story? I’ve actually come to not mind being seen in my riding clothes or gross…but since it’s been a couple of years since I’ve done such a thing it took a little bit for me to get my nerve back 😉
I’m not sure which happened faster when I stepped inside: me diving into the sweet cherries, or me getting out of my stank.
Regardless, I decided to save my last slice of bread for lunch tomorrow, and dug an ancient whole wheat wrap out of the depths of my veggie drawer. Which was an interesting experience, demonstrating how my thoughts of food have changed. Remember when I was obsessed with these wraps, and wraps in general? Well, they actually have soy flour and I think it’s more of a marketing scheme to call them “whole wheat.” Sneaky, sneaky marketers! Tricks are for kids.
That combined with the fact that they had a sell-by date of May 2010 required the filling to be exceptional.
I made a double batch of the bulgur-chickpea cherry salad last night, and it was calling my name for lunch.
Screaming even louder, though, was iced coffee. Does anyone else loooove their iced coffee with maple syrup? Anybody? Anybody?
That was part one. I knew Part Two would come soon, but as I’ve been doing lately – was full for the time being and retired to my room to camp out with some air conditioning, blogs, and yoga sculpt. Yoga never felt so gooooood.
And then decided I wanted to bake my eggplant in pasta sauce for dinner. I’ve gotten to be such an advance dinner planner with these free afternoons. It’s pretty awesome to have dinner all made by the time it’s 4:00, free for the eating whenever you want.
I realized halfway through that I could have gotten at least a little creative with it, but there was something liberating in simply slicing an eggplant, sprinkling with smoked sea salt, and layering in a casserole dish with olive oil, sweet tomato basil ragu, and balsamic vinegar and still creating something all sorts of yum.
Once that was baking in my amazing toaster-oven (amazing because it still cooks things without the need for turning on the oven) I realized I wanted a fried egg. Which was sort of weird, and I think I took a good five minutes thinking “Am I reading myself right? Do I really want a fried egg right now? Since when do I crave fried eggs for snack?”
But, I did. I dug up some sort of multigrain bread of my mom’s and toasted it lightly, spread with some ragu, garlic hummus, and feta – and then a beautifully crispy golden fried egg liberally sprinkled with just salt and pepper.
Fun fact: that’s the only way I like my eggs. I will not touch a runny yolk, thank you.
And then I made another part of dinner, a buckwheat waffle. Bob has the best buckwheat pancake recipe ever that I morphed for waffles. Sarena mentioned savory waffles to me last night, which reminded me of bob’s down home buckwheat waffles, and thus – the craving developed.
Must. Have. Buckwheat. Waffle.
And shortly after that, I went to say hello to Jiggy and Mel, just to make sure they were dealing with the heat okay. I ended up washing out their water bucket and refilling it with fresh water and hosing them down. Jiggy found it great fun to hose me down, as well.
But it was okay because I knew what was waiting for me inside.
In the bowl:
- local lettuce. I think some Vermont dirt even made its way in there, try as I might to wash it my best.
- chick peas
- baked eggplant
- red pepper
- Mediterranean herb feta
- sweet tomato basil ragu
I don’t know why I haven’t just simply baked eggplant in pasta sauce before. New favorite way to have eggplant. Dang.
The Teddie Chronicles – 1 Month!
I wasted no time getting right off to the barn this morning. We are in for a week full of hazy, hot and humid weather…and it hardly cooled down last night. It was still muggy and 77* when I left. By the time Teddie and I were done, we were both sweaty messes. Don’t worry – I didn’t over exert him. He was hardly breathing hard, just sweaty. And we need to get in shape! Since we’re still only doing about 20 minutes of riding at a time and most of that walk, I wasn’t too concerned. I didn’t bother to lunge him, though he did get himself quite excited upon seeing some mares being moved from one pasture to the other right outside the barn door when I first brought him into the indoor!
I was actually glad this happened – I know he’s still quite interested in other horses, but since I’m usually the only one out riding when I go, we haven’t been able to deal with the issue. Since he’s been so good lately, we needed a little something to get him fired up! haha. Though I was quite proud in how he handled himself. Whereas two weeks ago I probably would have been thinking “crap, I hope I don’t get run over by him.” today it was more of just a lot of looking, and at no time did I feel like he was just going to bulldoze over me. A little tug was all it took to “rope him in” when he did get a little “prancy.”
He was just showing off his dashing, handsome looks, you know 😉
He’s been doing really well establishing forward, so today we continued work on that, and a lot more bendy-figures than usual. In addition, I introduced ground poles – we had a set for walking and a set for trotting. Since he was so preoccupied with the mares and what was going on outside, I kept doing something different to keep his mind on me.
One thing I do need to work on, though, is to remember that he is not fit, and as such, can’t be ridden like a horse that’s been in a program for a year, or even a month. I think I almost pushed him a little too much today, as towards the end he would sort of just stop. Since we’ve been doing so well, I don’t want to sour him so I did a couple more minutes of easy-peasy work getting him to give to the bit before calling it a day.
I hosed him down for the first time, too. He loved it. Stood stock-still. We took some quality time grazing afterwards, too.
Well, Teddie grazed, I gazed at him in adoration 😉