Sunday, July 31, 2011

Hot Traffic-Jammin

I have the kind of boyfriend who will quietly hold your hair in his fist while you hyperventilate over your car deciding to stop working in the middle of the highway. Also, the kind that leaves you his delicious leftovers.

He does a lot of other awesome stuff too, but my arms are too tired from changing tires to type them all out today.

Suffice it to say, I'm pretty lucky/happy/grateful/in lurve.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Making Lemons into Cauliflower Soup

Despite having to take emergency contraception twice in one cycle, I had a really great weekend. That is, until the super very end, when my couple roommates broke up. Long story short it has been really stressful on the home front. It's always hard to come off a good weekend into one big giant downer.

In my stress and unreal cramps I found a source of happiness, and that happiness came in the form of cauliflower. Feeling like a hungry bearwhale but not knowing what to eat, the usual dinner fare didn't appeal to my hormonally charged self. About two years ago I discovered one of my favorite foods of all time: Split pea soup. I know, all you can think of is Peggy Blare spewing it in the Exorcist, but trust me, it's the perfect winter food. I recently read a recipe for broccoli soup that sounded shockingly easy. I assumed it was along the lines of the split pea so I began jonesing for it.

Staring into the fridge around dinner time my eyes kept going back to an old head of cauliflower. Light bulb. I'm going to try making cauliflower soup. So I adapted the broccoli soup recipe to cauliflower (from memory no less) and VOILA, so delicious I nearly started crying.

Near tears because my insides are screwy yes, but every victory in the kitchen sends me soaring. I am not a cook. My college years consisted of microwave baked potatoes, whatever my roommates fed me, pudding, and Jimmy Johns sandwiches. Every time I complete a meal that is not only edible, but delicious I feel like throwing a victory party. So yeah, my mood is temporarily lifted, that is until I get the cauliflower farts! haha

Here is the simple, delicious recipe:

One head of cauliflower chopped up good
one clove of garlic sliced
two cups of low sodium chicken or veggie broth
one cup water
one cup milk
one table spoon butter
a dash of olive oil
handful of chives (from my garden yo)

Combine garlic, cauliflower, butter, water and one of the cups of broth.
Simmer till soft (sounds gross)
Add the milk and remaining cup of broth to a blender with the dash of oil and the chives
after the veggie mix is done simmering add to the blender and hit puree.

Dinner, delicious smelly dinner. Cooking is fun!

(here are some facts about cauliflower)
This food is very low in Saturated Fat and Cholesterol. It is also a good source of Protein, Thiamin, Riboflavin, Niacin, Magnesium and Phosphorus, and a very good source of Dietary Fiber, Vitamin C, Vitamin K, Vitamin B6, Folate, Pantothenic Acid, Potassium and Manganese.

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Sunday, July 24, 2011

Next Choice

Next Choice, the cheaper alternative to Plan B. Someone really knows how to name a product. Let's play a game, it's called which emergency contraception will make Jesse feel less like shit? There are very few times in my life that I loathe being a girl. This is one of them. :(


Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Requiem to Mixes

Yesterday, as I walked down the street, the sadness washed over me once more.
The emptiness of lost memories. Irretrievable images put to music marking milestones in a life still being lived. I'm not a lady who needs much or holds too much sacred, but mix CDs are my dubloons. A golden currency that I pull out when I'm feeling happy, sad, or stagnant. 1,2,8,9,10! Ah! I'm rich. Only, now I'm monetarily poor and mix CD poor.

Who could steal someone's history like that? I hate dwelling on negative things, but my heart's so sore I can't stop thinking about the hobo or punk kids that have various pieces of my life in their possession. Take my car, my stereo, my pneumatic jack, anything but my mixes! Have they already been discarded as valueless trash? I dreamt about going on an expedition through the neighborhood's dumpsters and alleys to retrieve my treasure.

Instead, today, I start a mental expedition retrieving the most sacred of the stolen from the sentimental stores of my self. It's all I can do to stop from fretting. The capacity to remember is what I love about my mixes. Now, I set out to rebuild my fortune, if only in written form, and stop feeling so damn sentimental. In addition, from here on out, I promise to back up anymore mixes I receive (which I hope is many).

Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Black Hills

Wilderness is the great equalizer. Did someone say that? It keeps floating through my brain. I have minutes before I'm back in the hills and I lose reception again. South Dakota is beautiful, it was everything I wanted in a summer vacation. I'll miss a few things, but I'm excited to come home. <3

Wednesday, July 06, 2011

Filled with Love that Struggles to find a Home

I forgot how full Dylan and Guthrie make me feel. They pull a strength of dusty roads and abandoned fields, lofty dreams and open ended adventures from a place I forgot even resided in me. I've been feeling so weird about the passage of time lately, a little like every thing is whirling past me and I'm just jamming in the middle swaying to the pulse of it all.

I'm leaving next week for a few days and I think it's exactly what I need to keep my head from exploding. You know, cause I'm useless with an exploded head. <3