Nicoise salad is an ongoing WTF of tasty, yet bewildering surprises. Lettuce, green beans, boiled potato, tomatoes, hard-boiled egg, tuna… the presentation, such as it is (scatter each ingredient in a random layer as you finish preparing it), doesn’t help anything make more sense. On the other hand, it sure is yummy, especially with red wine vinaigrette. Nom!
Also, this post’s title would have been even better if I was talking to my niece.
Alice and I had stuffed pork chops from Nugget tonight, accompanied by a cheddar zucchini stir-fry that we found in a recipe magazine. It was delicious. I am extremely full.
I had no time to really do anything today, aside from Alice, but we did plan out about a week’s worth of meals and go grocery shopping. I’m trying to get us into the habit of planning ahead on food, and doing the whole week’s worth of food shopping in one go, instead of spread out over five or so trips in the course of the week. Must save time, so that I can spend it playing video games! Or something.
Next I have to start going to the gym again regularly… which I say every few months or so. Let’s see if I can get myself to actually do it this time.
What a bust of a day. Alice and I spent an hour and a half or so early this evening just lying in bed and talking, which was totally awesome, and afterwards we had a cowboy dinner of rice, sausages and BBQ baked beans. But after that, it was all laundry and sucking hardcore at Guitar Hero 3, which is ridiculously, stupidly hard. That, on top of discovering that the Rock Band guitar won’t work with GH3… what are the dumbfucks at Neversoft thinking? Rock Band just won the battle. At least, it would be the default winner if it weren’t for having to calibrate the audio/video coordination, something I seem to be completely unable to do correctly. Suck! And now it’s already time for me to go to bed and get not enough sleep before getting up for another 9 hour day at school. Balls! You guys should give me awesomeness (of any kind) to make me feel better. I’m counting on you!
Eating right, like working out or blogging regularly, is a tough job, an exercise in commitment and sacrifice. Alice has managed to convince me that I’m not the raging grease-monger that I sometimes think I am, but there’s certainly a lot of room for improvement. I eat a lot of things that, while not terrible, should probably be kept out of my diet if I want to look like our good buddy Steve Cho. For instance, I’m currently eating a chicken Caesar salad that I got from Nugget, and it took a lot of my negligible food-willpower to restrain myself to half the container of dressing.
I bought a copy of the Men’s Health book Amazing Abs on the cheap at Costco yesterday (mainly because it contains interviews with the guy who played Leonidas and Jason All-That-Is-Man Statham), and the introductory section on nutrition has me feeling guilty. Again, I’m not the kind of guy who downs six-packs of soda or beer a day, and I don’t eat entire bags of Cheetos while surfing the tubes (anymore), but I do tend to use a whole freakin’ lot of salad dressing, and I like the occasional carb binge. I guess it’s about time all that changed… illusions of getting back into shape aside, even, I’m not a spring chicken anymore, and I need to start taking better care of myself. My family has a history of both high AND low blood pressure, so either I’m invincible, or I’m screwed!
In other news, this salad totally had like three pieces of chicken in it. What a gyp.
Okay, 2 out of 7 ain’t bad. Bonus points if you can guess which 2. =P
Also, Jack in the Box tacos rule, and I suck at chess.
Tonight I made chicken breasts, asparagus, and hash browns for dinner. Not a very complex meal, and it really wasn’t very noteworthy for anything other than it being my first time cooking asparagus, but the experience was really made by the honey mustard. I was paging through the Betty Crocker Cookbook that Alice’s younger sister Bean got me for Christmas, searching for something to tie the meal together, when I found a recipe for “Asparagus with Mustard and Honey”. I looked at the instructions for the sauce (equal proportions of Dijon mustard, honey, and olive oil), and had a sneaking suspicion that I was looking at how to make honey mustard, like you buy in jars at the supermarket or order on sandwiches at diners. So I whipped some up with dinner, tasted it, and bam! Success. To think, all these years, and it never occurred to me that honey mustard might just be mustard with some honey in it….
I’ve been a bad blogger lately, not posting. It’s been an interesting couple of weeks, what with my motorcycle accident, dinner with family friends, a couple of gaming nights with the old crew, learning of the death of a friend, riding Rosette again after five months…. There’s been word-fodder galore in there, and it’ll come over the next few days. Consider this part of my rehabilitation!