I can hardly handle the cute that is today’s Valentine’s Day animation on the google homepage. If you haven’t seen it yet, go now.
A very happy Valentine’s Day goes out to my LGBT friends in Washington State who can now get married. Cheers to that. Do you think Starbucks will be doing the catering at these weddings? Some of them out there have beer and wine now! I really hope that the 9th district repeal of prop 8 in California will lead to this spreading across our great country. Not THAT long ago my husband and I wouldn’t be able to marry. He is Chinese, I am white. It would have been a no-go. But no one ever voted on our civil rights. They were granted to us by our government, because it was the right thing to do. Sometimes it seems, the right thing to do just takes longer than what we would like. Someday. Someday.
So in honor of all this lovvvvve from this completely manufactured holiday, I am giving you my top 5 wishes for all of us this Valentines Day.
1. Obvie that everyone I love can marry who they love.
2. That every episode of Yo Gabba Gabba is in 3D accompanied by a stoner. Double.Entertainment.
3. That a major university declares burpees really bad for your health and should therefore be outlawed like heroin.
4. That Gisele Bundchen comes out with more, great soundbites. Really, she makes it too easy.
5. That Michele Bachmann’s husband goes on Dancing With The Stars. Partnered with Max.
My V-day started off a little “lack luster”. I was GOING to make the Captain heart shaped pancakes and eggs, but he wanted oatmeal. I can’t make oatmeal heart shaped. Especially because he didn’t want any toppings. Just a damn spoon. Who is this kid? He can’t possibly have clawed his way out of MY loins because he hates bread, potatoes, white flour pasta, and I’m pretty sure, rainbows, glitter, and sunshine; because WHO HATES BREAD?!?! It’s not natural. He’ll only eat it if smeared with peanut butter or olive tapenade.
He does love to run, which is totally me, but he wears New Balance-like the Cop. I tried to find toddler sized Brooks, but to no avail. His feet are too Flintstonish for Nikes. Also from the Cop. My feet are big, but normally shaped. My husband and son could stomp wine into grapes in half the time of normal people, and 3 times as fast as Lucy Ricardo. I think I may be missing an opportunity. Who’s got a vineyard??
The Peanut’s feet are downright petite. I am jealous of my 9 month old. She’ll never be built for Hobbit like activities like grape stomping, clog dancing , or Sasquatch hunting.
I have tiny feet. What of it? Jealous?
Sasquatch hunting is rather important to the cop, you see, he’s obsessed. When we are talking about hiking and I talk about trail running, he talks about yetis. He doesn’t *really* believe in them, but he really likes the folklore. He also really likes the TV show “Finding Bigfoot”. So much so that this happened on Sunday night,
This is who I married, folks.
Oddly enough, I NEVER SAY “Jesus Christ”, yet I type it. It’s a personality flaw, I know. On text message I turn into Kyle Brovlovski from “South Park”. Especially after a run. I turn into crazy lady on text after a run. I blame the endorphins, and all the weirdys I run by on the streets of Brooklyn.
Like last night, I went out before making dinner, and I was soon joined on my run by a rather out of shape fellow in street clothes. He was trying desperately to keep up and run in his slip on vans, and I just picked up speed. He was trying to talk to me, so I made it VERY obvious to turn up my ipod. When he tried to keep up, I finally paused, hand on my mace, and said “Is there something wrong?” and he said “no, I just…” I picked up speed again and waved. There is an unspoken code in NYC among runners. Don’t stop another runner unless they’re about to fall or step in poo. Nod and smile, and run on. I had a dinner to plan in my head and speedwork to get to.
Speaking of dinner. It was lovely, but I did NOT get a good photo of it. No light=no good pic. Plus, risotto does NOT keep.
I made Brown Rice Risotto, made creamy without the starch of white rice by using egg whites. It’s full of flavor and richness with all the fiber of brown rice. It’s nutrient dense and delicious.
(only my plate had peas in it.)
How do you deal with running intruders?
Do you like risotto?
Favorite valentine’s gift you’ve ever received?
Brown Rice And Asparagus “Risotto”
by Cat Tan
Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cook Time: 55 minutes
6017164
Instructions
heat olive oil in a skillet on high,
brown mushrooms,
turn heat to medium
add asparagus and garlic, salt and pepper
set aside
in a saucepan, bring stock to a boil
add in brown rice
bring back to a simmer, cover
cook until soft-about 45-55 minutes
stir in (quickly) egg whites
stir in Parmesan cheese
fold in mushrooms and asparagus
stir in scallions
options
top with fried egg
I can hardly handle the cute that is today’s Valentine’s Day animation on the google homepage. If you haven’t seen it yet, go now.
A very happy Valentine’s Day goes out to my LGBT friends in Washington State who can now get married. Cheers to that. Do you think Starbucks will be doing the catering at these weddings? Some of them out there have beer and wine now! I really hope that the 9th district repeal of prop 8 in California will lead to this spreading across our great country. Not THAT long ago my husband and I wouldn’t be able to marry. He is Chinese, I am white. It would have been a no-go. But no one ever voted on our civil rights. They were granted to us by our government, because it was the right thing to do. Sometimes it seems, the right thing to do just takes longer than what we would like. Someday. Someday.
So in honor of all this lovvvvve from this completely manufactured holiday, I am giving you my top 5 wishes for all of us this Valentines Day.
1. Obvie that everyone I love can marry who they love.
2. That every episode of Yo Gabba Gabba is in 3D accompanied by a stoner. Double.Entertainment.
3. That a major university declares burpees really bad for your health and should therefore be outlawed like heroin.
4. That Gisele Bundchen comes out with more, great soundbites. Really, she makes it too easy.
5. That Michele Bachmann’s husband goes on Dancing With The Stars. Partnered with Max.
My V-day started off a little “lack luster”. I was GOING to make the Captain heart shaped pancakes and eggs, but he wanted oatmeal. I can’t make oatmeal heart shaped. Especially because he didn’t want any toppings. Just a damn spoon. Who is this kid? He can’t possibly have clawed his way out of MY loins because he hates bread, potatoes, white flour pasta, and I’m pretty sure, rainbows, glitter, and sunshine; because WHO HATES BREAD?!?! It’s not natural. He’ll only eat it if smeared with peanut butter or olive tapenade.
He does love to run, which is totally me, but he wears New Balance-like the Cop. I tried to find toddler sized Brooks, but to no avail. His feet are too Flintstonish for Nikes. Also from the Cop. My feet are big, but normally shaped. My husband and son could stomp wine into grapes in half the time of normal people, and 3 times as fast as Lucy Ricardo. I think I may be missing an opportunity. Who’s got a vineyard??
The Peanut’s feet are downright petite. I am jealous of my 9 month old. She’ll never be built for Hobbit like activities like grape stomping, clog dancing , or Sasquatch hunting.
Oddly enough, I NEVER SAY “Jesus Christ”, yet I type it. It’s a personality flaw, I know. On text message I turn into Kyle Brovlovski from “South Park”. Especially after a run. I turn into crazy lady on text after a run. I blame the endorphins, and all the weirdys I run by on the streets of Brooklyn.
Like last night, I went out before making dinner, and I was soon joined on my run by a rather out of shape fellow in street clothes. He was trying desperately to keep up and run in his slip on vans, and I just picked up speed. He was trying to talk to me, so I made it VERY obvious to turn up my ipod. When he tried to keep up, I finally paused, hand on my mace, and said “Is there something wrong?” and he said “no, I just…” I picked up speed again and waved. There is an unspoken code in NYC among runners. Don’t stop another runner unless they’re about to fall or step in poo. Nod and smile, and run on. I had a dinner to plan in my head and speedwork to get to.
Speaking of dinner. It was lovely, but I did NOT get a good photo of it. No light=no good pic. Plus, risotto does NOT keep.
I made Brown Rice Risotto, made creamy without the starch of white rice by using egg whites. It’s full of flavor and richness with all the fiber of brown rice. It’s nutrient dense and delicious.
(only my plate had peas in it.)How do you deal with running intruders?
Do you like risotto?
Favorite valentine’s gift you’ve ever received?
heat olive oil in a skillet on high,
brown mushrooms,
turn heat to medium
add asparagus and garlic, salt and pepper
set aside
in a saucepan, bring stock to a boil
add in brown rice
bring back to a simmer, cover
cook until soft-about 45-55 minutes
stir in (quickly) egg whites
stir in Parmesan cheese
fold in mushrooms and asparagus
stir in scallions
options
top with fried egg