Wednesday, August 24, 2011

I just went outside to snap a shot of the evening sky with my new phone, and I watched a bat circling around and around the trees in front of me, evidently holding onto a cicada. I surmised this because the buzzing dopplered in sync with the bat's flight pattern, until finally it petered out. It's the circle of life! Like literally a circle. But really, why was the bat flying around instead of just taking the bug to its lair? Was it trying to get the bug to shut up so that it could eat in peace?

I think that's all I got right now. There is some straight bullshit going on with THESIS, which I may have the energy to blog about tomorrow. I am actually taking a mental health day to deal with some of said bullshit. One hilarious and coincidentally-timed thing I can tell you is that I got a so-called FINAL NOTICE from the library (there were no previous notices) today about the thesis books I've had checked out for like 5 years with a bill for $1320. HAHAHAAAAA. It will be fine, I just have to take ALL of the books in to the library to check them out again and then the charge will go away.

But food/eating, my adjunct project, has been brilliant. This week I made Bob Barley Salad, some lentil-walnut pate that I sort of free-formed based on this recipe (I have had the inspiration version many times in NY), some baba ganoush that's a bit of a failure because it has no smoky char goodness (I just oven-roasted the eggplant instead of chucking it into a fire), and a whole big wack of chickpeas destined to become chickpea cutlets etc. I'm about to go into the kitchen to make some tempeh salad that I will roll up in romaine lettuce like some kind of dieting freak. Seriously though, romaine is my main jam if I'm not just slapping shit on bread. I highly recommend.

Also, not that you're asking, but here's a wee kitchen hack that is only good if you buy kalamata olives in brine, in bulk: save the brine and use it to salt your Mediterranean-flava soups, grain salads, pasta sauces, whatever.

Next week I'll be taking Tuesday off from the food plan so that I can eat some fried crap at the State Fair. Those french fries better watch out. Their fate is sealed.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Foooood.

I feel I have to do something kind of obnoxious and blog a wee bit about food choices. I seriously mean a WEE bit and only for some accountability. So: I'm taking a break from bread, pasta, white rice and rice noodles, cereal, etc., and definitely the sugar, though I don't eat much of that. I do mean a break because I don't see this as a permanent lifestyle change, but who the hell knows. Mostly this means that I need to get more organized about food prep because just about every easy, grab-able food item is some simple-carby thing that is not good fuel for my bod. Either that or it is a shit-ton of nuts and that seems kind of counterproductive (I do eat a fair amount of nuts, just not a shit-ton). So far today I've had tofu scramble with some veg and feta, half a sauteed zucchini, a wad of spicy peanut-cilantro slaw, a romaine salad with pinto beans, zucchini, onions, chipotle bogus sausage, and sweat-inducing homemade pico de gallo. Also some pistachios and ants on a log. All good stuff, but all of it required preparation and planning ahead. And I'm still hongry, so obviously I need to put more food in my bike bag, dammit, or walk over to the union and buy some meatless jerky.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Apparently I haven't posted in over two weeks, leaving the internet to ponder my slightly hungover and dehydrated bike ride of doom. What the hell, August? Do you think maybe I was avoiding making a grand public pronouncement about this month's project, THESIS? You could be right about that. I'll have more to say about it in a subsequent post, I hope, but I'll have to go on a thinky bike ride or solo walk first to work out everything I want to say about procrastination and possibly about fear. I can tell you that some of the roadblocky administrative tasks are underway, and not a moment too soon.

I don't usually blog about my dreams, but: this morning I dreamt that Beyonce gave a small private concert that everyone in my family went to except me, and no one thought to call and wake me up, and when my mom told me about it I wept hot angry tears. Hahahahaha. I'm theorizing that it's because I felt, on some sad interior level, dietarily excluded from the porkfest my parents hosted on Sunday. Even though I was there, eating non-pork food items, and no one was singing.

I have today completely off of work--usually I teach on Tuesdays, but we are on a short break--and I am so excited not to squander it. I have errands to run and degree-related shit and prep-cooking to do. These things will all distract me from the fact that I would rather still be up north, where I was the weekend before last. We finally got out of town for a wee vacation up on Lake Superior, with lots of hiking, including one surprise hike IN a river, straight up the gorge. It was a surprise only because we were rock-hopping and then I accidentally planted my foot in the water and then was like, oh well. This river, the Kadunce, is one you can hike in, rocky and fairly low. It is also quite dramatic, with high narrow rock walls and little (and not so little) waterfalls. We didn't hike up any of the waterfalls, but apparently you can. Also, my barefoot shoes (new ones, NB ones this time) were great in the water, though they took forever to dry.

Anyway, I want to go back up, and take my bike, and stay in the middle of nowhere. And write? Hm. Will have to consider that.