Our Tuesdays are long and I’m usually ready for bed around 8PM.
Here’s what a usual Tuesday looks like:
Take a morning car ride to Manhattan. This is my lunch bag, I’m a child at heart.
We (Matthew and I) teach at SVA on Tuesdays, it’s either 2 or 3 back to back classes depending on the week. Usually there are students in those chairs, I swear.
And we get to sit in these tall chairs that I have to climb up.
Last year we would buy breakfast sandwiches every morning but then I realized I can make them for us, save a few dollars and cut off half the calories. So we try to scarf these down before our first class begins.
I’m obsessed with thermos bottles so I bought this tea making one. It has a ball for loose tea, or you can use a tea bag. I find that it keeps my tea so warm I usually need to wait 2 hours to drink it. It’s amazing.
This is my soup thermos. It keeps hot food, hot. It also has a spoon that folds up, that pretty much made me buy it.
This is soup for lunch.
Sometimes I eat a black bean burrito with tomatoes and cilantro for lunch. We have a 10 minute break between classes, so again, eat quick.
Yesterday after class we had a date, but we were pretty hungry by late afternoon so we stopped for a quick slice of pizza. Is bad pizza possible? I don’t think it is. I have had this conversation with multiple people recently, I know you can have pizza that isn’t as good as your favorite, but bad pizza, I never had it. Dough, sauce, pizza, you can’t go wrong.
Our date was seeing Hitchcock’s Vertigo at the Film Forum. This was the last showing to see it as it was only there for a few days. It was my first time seeing it, was great.
Highlight besides the film, the big brownies they sell. I ate this before the movie even started. I almost bought another one before leaving.
Hope you had a nice Tuesday!
I have been telling myself for the past few weeks I was going to make pumpkin pancakes but haven’t. So while Matthew and his friends ate some takeout pizza, I was busy in the kitchen making pumpkin pancakes from a pumpkin we grew! These are DELICIOUS, I’m not sure I can go back to regular pancakes. I like my pancakes with syrup on top, no butter. Put whatever you want on yours, just try these!
1/2 cup flour
1/2 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
1 tablespoon sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
2 tablespoons melted butter
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup pumpkin puree (want to make your own?)
In large bowl mix flour, sugar, baking powder, salt and pumpkin pie spice.
In smaller bowl mix pumpkin puree, eggs, milk, butter and vanilla.
Add wet ingredients to dry ingredients and mix until smooth.
At this time if you think the batter is too runny, add a little bit more flour until thicker.
Spray a pan with cooking spray.
Heat a pan to 6/7 heat (medium/high heat).
Make pancakes whatever size you want, I usually go with 1/3 cup of batter per pancake.
Cook pancakes until light brown, flip, do the other side.
MMM, add some syrup. Drown them if you want.
Cut them up…
Demolish them. Weren’t they good?
Yesterday I went to the doctor to get a physical. I haven’t had one in about 10 years, so I thought it was time. Everything is great the doctor said, except he talked me into getting 2 shots. One being the flu shot which I can’t tell you is the last time I got, but thought it was a good idea. It didn’t hurt much going in, but last night my left arm started to ache. It was a very rough sleep.
The one that did hurt going in was the giant tetanus shot which made me want to cry. The doctor said the tetanus one would make me sore but I wasn’t feeling anything so I thought I was set… then I woke up this morning and couldn’t pull myself up. Look at how big it is, I cry inside just looking at it. It’s been about 30 hours and I can’t move my right arm to lift anything up. The extent of my ability with my arm is to type and even that hurts a bit. I tried getting a mug out of the cabinet today and nearly knocked down all the bowls. I also took a few long breaths today while attempting to do the easiest things but just felt pure pain. Besides the arm pain I’m feeling all together a bit groggy, a little fever and just all over body aches. Oh the agony of getting shots to prevent illness…
I saw this today and I thought it was pretty accurate.
Happy weekend everyone.
The tomatoes continue…. We couldn’t even carry them all in the big bowl so we had to fill our pockets.
Today officially feels like summer is ending. I actually had goosebumps on my arms when in the garden today. Tonight might be the first night with no air conditioning on. Tomorrow I might wear tights without complaining about being hot. It feels so good!
There’s lots of green vegetables appearing in the garden.. we’re swamped with green peppers and the cucumbers are producing great. Last night for dinner we had spaghetti and kale meatballs, but instead of spaghetti I had green peppers chopped up. That was such a great idea, I will definitely do it more often!
In celebration of this evening, I just made homemade chicken noodle soup, with carrots that we lovingly grew and picked this summer. Carrots are amazing on how long they stay fresh.
Let me introduce you to the love glove. It’s a glove which will cause alot of love to your furry cats. Essy is 18, she knows what she wants and what she doesn’t like. One thing she doesn’t like is being brushed, she hisses at the furminator and brushes in general. This causes a problem because she sheds crazily. One thing she loves though is being rubbed and petted with your hand. She can lay there for hours with your hand on her belly between her arms. In fact just as I typed the last sentence, Essy who is across the room met my glance, jumped off her chair, plopped on the floor and stretched it out with a “come and get me” nod. I’ll be right there babe. So here comes the love glove, it’s basically a brush that you wear, so cats feel your hand rubbing them, not that brush they hate. We just got it and tested it on 4 of our critters, it’s a sensation. All the cats are begging for it, they stretch out as soon as they see it, they purr, they rub, they cry out in happiness. It was a bit intense to watch them get all these emotions. Essy loves to put her chin on the ground and get ear and head rubs with it. Xanadu plops upside down completely and likes it on her belly rough. FiFi Bofinkles likes it on her head all the way to her tail, knocking over anything in the process and completely furring up my monitor as she rubs her fresh fur body all over it. Brother Bear likes it to relax.
If you have cats, try it out! You’ll cause lots of purring.
Bofinkles about to pass out.
Xanadu passed out.
Essy looks like she has a beret on.
All this from just a few quick rubs on each cat. Life changing.
I think I made my greatest pumpkin pie ever this week. I’m going to eat it all, just me. Usually I eat it around 5AM, I leave the refrigerator door open for light, stand at the island and just eat out of the pie tray. I don’t even get a plate. But if it’s just me eating it, does it really matter? Then I will put it back in the fridge, and sometimes I will come back 1 minute later. I’d like to think this is considered sleep eating, even though I’m very aware of what I’m doing. The goal: eat pumpkin pie. I think because it’s during the night and I’m creeping in the shadows, it’s more exciting. It also makes me feel like a spy. It also hides the guilt. There’s alot of guilt. Also I want to give out a shot out to Glick’s graham cracker crust, I bought this because it was on sale for 99 cents at my local grocery store and thought “why not”. So then I used one, and it was the greatest pie crust ever. I’m not sure why or how, but you need to try this. This is a kosher crust, so try a kosher grocery store, or maybe others would have it too (edit: Shop-Rite sells them)? Not sure. You can buy it here too. This is not a advertisement for Glick’s, I’m just honestly in awe of how good this crust is and think you should experience the joy too.
Anyways, the whole goal of this post was to show you how our pumpkin plants are doing, but then I got off topic about pumpkin pie. I guess it’s not really that off topic considering the pie wouldn’t be possible without the plants, but I’m not sure how relevant me talking about a pie eating spy in the middle of the night fit in, but it did, I think.
So our pumpkin plants.. they are growing big. I love when one day they are little and the next time you look they are escaping out the bottom of the boxes. There’s no pumpkins yet, but we are starting to get our first male flowers, so now I’m just on the lookout for females to introduce them to.
How pretty they are!
The vines that escape. When I used to grow pumpkins as a kid our entire backyard was filled with pumpkin vines. Our backyard was also about 10×10, but it was all pumpkins!
Male flowers hanging out. Any ladies in the house?
In just 2 months, our little (who is actually the biggest kid in the Meowza family) Brother Bear will be 3 years old already! Everyday we watch his personality continue to change. Brother came from a shelter in the Bronx and when we first got him, he was not very friendly. He was scared, ready to attack and we imagine came from not a good place where he wasn’t treated right. Over the time we’ve had him, with the numerous vet visits for many conditions, this guy just keeps warming our heart everyday. He’s grown from not wanting to be touched at all, to one who begs for head bumps, ankle rubs, and will jump up with us in bed and curl up on my feet. I read one of the biggest Maine Coon characteristics is their “goofy” personality. I never thought Brother would become it, but he’s turned into a pure goof ball. From the laps he runs which ends in him sliding into his condominium house, sliding 10 feet, crashing into the wall, to the way he rubs his tongue all over plastic to his side head glances he does when he’s surprised, to the way he hides under the bed whenever there’s a hint of a storm, he’s one silly and sweet man. He is the youngest in the family, but being 14 pounds has him as the biggest as well. Even though he could easily pin down any of the girls, he never hurts them, ever. He lays near them, he follows them, he lines up behind Essy when it’s eating time so she can eat first (even though he shouldn’t be eating her food to begin with, but that’s another story), he lets them all pick their beds and always gets stuck with the smallest bed that’s left, he’s such a gentleman. Every morning when I wake up, he gives a big baby meow (very soft voice) as soon as I swing my legs out of bed, then he follows me out the bedroom, and will continue with me until I plop down on my computer. There he will sit next to me on the floor, or on my toes (in the winter, this is great – furry belly to keep me warm!) and just stare at me, feeling safe that he’s next to me. If I have to go to the other side of the room, he will follow. Right now he’s a few feet away, looking up at me.. I’m looking back at him telling him such a great boy he is and how much we love him. We love Brother Bear.
Note his mini Santa beard he’s slowly starting to grow…
Love this guy so much.
The surprised side glance he does.
This is the first picture ever taken of him when he came here. He ran under the bed, and finally I got him to reach a arm out to grab a ball and go back under the bed with it. We’ve come a long way.