Beet Salad

I’ve never been a big fan of beets. Beets, served anyway imaginable, are among the many many food injuries inflicted on me by my grandmother. I know that most people have only fond memories of their grandmother’s cooking: Christmas cookies, chicken and dumplings, baked goods of all kind….

My memories of my Granny’s (yes, I called her Granny) cooking is more like fried potatoes swimming in lard, cooked cabbage swimming in lard, vegetable soup with lard floating on top… You get the point, she used a lot of lard. As a result, I grew up thinking that I didn’t like a lot of foods (I think it was the feeling that I needed to vomit after eating things she made that led to that). Beets are on that list.

Since I joined the CSA this year, I’ve been eating a lot of vegetables that I hadn’t even tried after seeing them drowning in thier lard ponds as a child. I was pleasently surprised to find that turnips are not bad, squash is good, cucumbers are tasty, and cabbage is, well, edible. Not surprisingly brussel sprouts and okra are still gross. Really gross. Beets, on the other hand, are pretty good.

Last night I made a Beet Salad. It was delicious and I can’t wait to have the leftovers for dinner tonight! I wish I had taken a picture for you all, but I didn’t. I’m including the recipe. If you decide to make this, keep in mind that I included all the optional ingredients (except chives, because I didn’t have any) even dill. FYI–Dill is another food injury curtesy of Granny. Dill pickling incident gone bad. Anway, enjoy the Beet Salad!
Here’s the recipe, from World’s Healthiest Foods:

3 medium beets, about 3″ in diameter
1 medium clove garlic, pressed or chopped
2 tsp fresh lemon juice
1 TBS balsamic vinegar
3 TBS extra virgin olive oil
sea salt and cracked black pepper to taste
1 TBS balsamic vinegar
10 fresh basil leaves, chopped
1 TBS chopped dill
1 TBS chopped chives
2 TBS Feta cheese

(1) Fill the bottom of a steamer with 2 inches of water.
(2) While the water is coming to a boil, wash beets, leaving 2 inches of tap root and 1 inch of the stem on the beets. Cut beets into quarters. Do not peel.
(3) Steam covered for 15 minutes. Beets are cooked when you can easily insert a fork on the tip of a knife into the beet.
(4) Press or chop garlic and let sit for 5 minutes to bring out their health-promoting properties.
(5) Peel beets using a paper towel. This didn’t really work out that well for me. I ended up using a veggie peeler and having purple stained hands.
(6) Transfer beets to a bowl and toss with remaining ingredients while they are still hot.



Infomercial Love

Have I ever mentioned how much I love infomercials? If not, let me take this oppotunity to do so.

I LOVE info-mercials.

I know most people find them to be extremely boring and annoying, but I think that they are possibly the most entertaining things on t.v. late at night. Maybe my love is partially nostalgia for my college days when my sorority sisters and I would spend late nights chatting and listening to proactiv, magic bullet, and bare minerals commercials.

Or maybe, just maybe, my love of infomercials comes from an appreciation of their ridiculousness. There are so many things that I find entertaining, but the one thing that is uniform in all infomercials is this: no matter what the product, no matter what task the product will replace, the infomercial makes it clear that the task is nearly impossible to perform without this product.

I just saw an infomercial for a car windshield cleaner. Until that moment I didn’t realize how very impossible it was to clean the inside of your cars windshield. But now I know that it’s possible to clean your windshield without even leaning forward! I had the same epiphany when I first saw the snuggie commercial, up until that time I was compleltly unaware that there was a better was to stay warm than simply putting on a sweater or wrapping up in a blanket.

On this nice Sunday morning, lets all take a moment to appreciate the infomercial. Because without infomercials there would be nothing to distract us from truly terrible t.v. like Tool Academy.

Living the Lohan Life

I love leggings. 

Which is why I said I was living the Lohan life. I didn’t mean that I’m suddenly losing 25 pounds, beginning to drink red bull and vodka, doing coke, and getting numerous DUI’s. And if you knew all that about Lindsey Lohan and didn’t know that she wears nothing but leggings at all time, then apparently you haven’t been looking at the pictures accompanying the celebrity gossip you browse. 

Anyway… last night I did something I swore I would never do. As a side note, I have to stop swearing I’ll never do anything because I always end up doing what ever I said I would never ever ever do. 

So last night, I wore leggings. As pants. 

Take a moment if you need. It’s expected. It wasn’t that long ago that I when I saw girls doing this very thing I screamed in my head “leggings are not pants!”

I don’t want you all to get the wrong idea. I wasn’t wearing just a normal tee shirt with my leggings. This was a long tunic and leggings combo, more of a mini-dress and leggings thing actually. Regardless, I was a little nervous about this (due to my previously mentioned hatred of leggings as pants).

 I was surprised to find out that it was actually AMAZING. I will probably never wear pants again (oops! Did it again all ready!).  Seriously though, I haven’t experienced such comfort since the last time leggings were “in.” I think I was about six then. 

Have a great weekend!

Strange Things are Afoot

While doing my morning news browsing at work, I came across this article. It was the headline that initially got my attention: “Woman gets pregnant–while pregnant.” My first reaction was interesting. My second reaction? Scary as hell.

Not only are you now giving birth to one large-ish yowling human child, but shortly after you’re going to give birth to a second one. And apparently this doesn’t happen like twins, one right after the other. The woman whose the subject of this article actually has two separate due dates; one in 2009 and one in 2010. Crazy.

This post is apparently going to be about babies. Because I just saw on my newly restored facebook at work that yet another one of my friends has announced via facebook that she and her husband are trying to conceive.

Let me repeat that.

A friend. Just announced. via Facebook. That she’s trying to conceive.

Maybe I’m the only one in my age group who feels this way, but I have to ask this question: why are you announcing that at all?!?!?!? Especially on facebook?

I also feel like I have to point out that this is not an isolated incident. Several times in the last 6 months or so friend, and not best friends, have told me this happy news. And I think it is happy news. I’m just a little freaked out that people are telling me this. Is it just me or is this really a more private thing?

Some people reading this have already heard me rant about this topic, so thanks for reading the rant again. I’m sorry to be going on about this, but I really wonder: is this the norm or is it just my friends? Have people always shared this kind of news with their friends, colleaques, aquaintences, co-workers, and random classmates? Or is this a product of my over-sharing generation?

Normally I don’t ask for comments. But I’m really curious about what people think about this (all of it, especially the pregnant woman getting pregnant), so please let me know what you think?

The Bear Dogs Strike Again!!

So this picture is a picture of two of my favorite pairs of shoes. While I was picking up out nice local organic vegetables from my CSA yesterday, the bear dogs attacked those helpless pieces of leather. As you can see the blue ones on the left sustained the heaviest damage. It’s not all that clear, but the tip is chewed off one of them and the heel leather is chewed off the heel of the other. As for the other pair, the heels were tragicially chewed almost completly off.

I’m sad to report that there is no help for these poor soles. They have been consigned to their final resting spot: My trash can.

A moment of silence please.

Ok… now I’m sure that you also noticed the bare spot in the carpet on which the dearly departed rest. That is my living room carpet and the bear dogs’ first victim.

It’s tragic, really.

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Funny Emails I’ve gotten

To me there is nothing more annoying than the forwarded email from your mom’s best friend’s mother-in-law’s sister’s aunt’s cousin’s co-worker’s nephew warning of dire consequence if you should *gasp* purchase a pack of gum from wal-mart. Or, even worse, the forwarded picture of an lolz cat. As you can guess, I rarely forward emails. Almost never in fact. That’s why, I’m going to share two pretty funny emails I was recently sent through my blog. 


Yoga Poses I Inadvertently Invented During Today’s Class

The Wounded Fish
The Somewhat But Not Really I Mean Who Are Kidding Here? Downward Facing Dog
The At Times Unstable Warrior II
The Quivering Hamstring
The Extended Eye Roll
The Nose Whistler
The Forward Facing Wobby Meth Chimp
The Half-Drooling Pigeon
The Sinus Headache Salutation
The Snoring Jackass

Why Drinking is like Yoga
Position of total relaxation…


Position that brings the sensation of peace and calm.

Setu Bandha Sarvangasana
This position
 calms the brain and heals tired legs.

Position stimulates the midirift area and the spinal comumn.

Excelent for back pain and imsomnia.

Excelent for the shoulder area, thorax, legs, and arms.

Great excersice to stimulate the lumbar area, legs, and arms.

Ananda Balasana
This position is great for masaging the hip area.

This position, for ankles and back muscles.

Tones the body, and builds flexibility and helps get rid of ‘stress’. 

Natural Yoga

I think when people think about yoga, they think of hippies and herbs and incense. And in a sense that’s true. A lot of yogis put a lot of stock in herbs as natural remedies for pretty much everything and there is a lot on incense burned in most studios. But I don’t think we’re the hippies that everyone thinks of. I think most of the younger hippies are what I like to call nouveau hippies, less bra burning while marching in protest and more tree hugging while blogging from the comfort of our three year old constantly crashing dell laptop super cool macbooks.

The point is that I think people have definite ideas of what yoga is and what kind of people practice yoga. And I don’t think that those ideas are correct for modern day yoga and yogis. Yoga is more mainstream now and less counter-culture-ey and so are the people who practice it. In one sense, I think that’s a good thing. It’s reaching more people, which means more people are more zen-ey. But I think that the popularity of yoga is also changing it. There are so many yoga studios, yoga props, and yoga mats that people are forgetting that yoga can be a way to commune with nature.

I’ve been practicing yoga less than consistently for almost 10 years. In that time, I have practiced outside exactly three times. Once a few months ago at my mother-in-law’s house. Once about a month ago in woodland park. And yesterday morning.

The studio where I take classes was hosting a yoga nidra (I have no idea what that is, by the way) workshop yesterday and today. So all the weekend classes were moved to the lawn outside! Nice surprise and a nice practice. Practicing yoga outside is a completely different experience than practicing inside. Outside there are more distractions, the ground is bumpy, the wind is blowing, and ants wander across your mat. But all of these factors meld together to make it more difficult and more awesome. Except the ants. Ants creep me out more than any other bug; in a very un-zenlike manner yesterday, I killed about 7 that decided to wander on to my mat. But in between killing ants and bruising my feet on a small rock while doing standing balance postures, I had a great practice.

And that practice made my entire day great… hopefully  it will keep me feeling great on this very very soggy Sunday morning.