Good news, making kale chips turned out really well. They are decidedly better when fresh out of the oven and next time I will let the husband and myself devour them all when they’re fresh. I saved a bag of them and tried re-crisping in the toaster oven but I promptly burned them. Here they are fresh (click the picture to link to the recipe I used):
For dinner that same night I didn’t know what to make but ended up settling on something that used up a bunch of spinach and some of the bagged baby spinach I had. It was cheesy spinach pasta which is remarkably low in fat despite how it looks (click link for recipe):
I didn’t have goat cheese on hand so I just used some white cheddar and more cream cheese. This could have used some lemon juice and maybe more garlic because I thought it turned out a little more bland than expected. I cooked up some chicken Italian sausage and served them together which upped the flavor a little more. Not too bad.
I have some more pictures to post because I was taking them to share but apparently my “smart” phone isn’t that smart and I can’t get it to post picture to the blog. My regular dumb phone does a better job but doesn’t take the same quality pictures. Ohhhh woe is me.
This blog is going downhill fast. First drugs… now this…
I’m a huge, huge fan of the Foo Fighters. I think they are one of the few bands who are still putting out quality rock music, but I’m not trying to start that argument. This is way more important. Foo Fighters released their new single a few weeks ago (and the decidedly low-tech video more recently). Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure the intro sounds remarkably similar to another song…
King Missile’s “Detachable Penis:”
Come on!? The beginning… right!? Every time the new Foo’s single comes on the radio I think, “YES! Detachable Penis!” And while I love FFs, I also enjoy detachable penis.
Okay, next post I promise will be back to house stuff or cooking or something.
I’m going to go ahead and just say it because the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. And apparently I do. I, Alanna, do NOT use illegal drugs (I occasionally have an adult beverage, but that’s where it stops). More importantly, I do not smoke weed. In fact, I abhor it. I haven’t even tried it (no, seriously, I haven’t), but when people think it’s acceptable to smoke it out in the open and let their second hand smoke drift in my direction, it actually makes me ill. I want to punch people in the face, hard, when they smoke weed whether it is in the comfort of their own home or right next to me. It pisses me off. I want to ask them, “What the hell is your deal!?”
How exactly is this a problem? Well apparently I’m the only one who feels this way. Especially in the Bay Area. There seems to be this innuendo in every conversation around the subject that you must smoke weed, or if you don’t, you would completely enjoy it. And that just isn’t the case. I actually feel ashamed to be the L-7 weenie who never smoked weed, doesn’t want to smoke weed, and feels pretty strongly that it isn’t a good idea.
Where did all my marijuana induced rage come from? Obviously it hasn’t always been that way. In fact, when I was a teen I thought legalization was a great idea. I may not have wanted to partake, but why stop those who did want to? I always had an easy excuse to avoid smoking anything because I was a swimmer and, while I’ve never been anything close to an Olympian, I never wanted to risk hurting my lungs for no reason. By the time I reached college, I still just wasn’t interested. It just never was my thing but I was okay hanging out and around people who did toke up. In fact, I was probably better for them to hang out with because I didn’t want any part of their stash. Life was good.
After my first year of college I became very close to someone who was a big fan of Mary Jane. At first, it wasn’t a problem. He was into playing sports, had high aspirations and was active. Soon, I realized conversations while this friend was stoned were not really quality conversations. Easy enough, just don’t talk to or hang out with that person while he was enjoying pot. Right? That would have been fine enough, but this person soon was struggling to keep up with classwork, lost the high aspirations, stopped playing sports and began enjoying an afternoon of TV better than going out and exploring the surroundings. Not to mention that financially, it was taking a toll as well. Being stoned started accompanying more activities: homework, dinner, waking up… All of a sudden this wonderful human being I knew had turned into a completely different person who I could hardly relate to. It all seemed due to the other woman, Mary Jane.
Seeing someone who I was close to completely change because of marijuana drastically changed my opinion about the drug. It made me sick to see people smoking it claiming that because it wasn’t “addictive” it was harmless. Forget about the fact that it’s ILLEGAL, marijuana is psychologically addictive. I mean, use it enough and ketchup is addictive. If you eat ketchup with your eggs every time you have eggs, you are going to want ketchup if you have eggs. And then you might try it with an egg sandwich. And then you might try it with your hamburger. Luckily, ketchup doesn’t make you stoned. Otherwise, every time people had ketchup on their fries they would be morphed into a low-achieving, paranoid, forgetful, slow person.
When did our culture become one where it’s assumed that everyone smokes weed and it’s the greatest thing ever? We don’t even do that about drinking. If someone doesn’t drink, people don’t look down at them. If people don’t smoke cigarettes, we applaud them. Why can’t I be accepted as someone who doesn’t smoke weed and someone who doesn’t want to even be around it? It’s ridiculous.
I’m taking a stand. From now on, every time someone starts talking about toking up, I’m going to start speaking up. Smoking weed is not good for you and lowers male sperm count, it does not make you seem cooler, it does not help you function, it can be addictive. Stop talking about it like it’s the second coming you pot smoking jerk because not everyone feels the way you do. And you can judge me for not imbibing weed just like I judge you for partaking in it.
Life has been happily same ol’ same ol’ lately, yet, as evidenced by the lack of checking in during February, busy! February, the month that always goes by quickly. Those two days really make a difference.
Water polo has been taking up prime time twice a week each week but it’s really nice to get in the pool. It’s good to have a little social time outside of work as well. It also made having long hair even more annoying to try and get under a swim cap! Ever since the wedding, where I wanted to have my hair long, I’ve been meaning to get my hair chopped off and donate it to Locks of Love, a non-profit charity that makes wigs for financially disadvantaged kids, mostly with alopecia areata. They have a disease with no cure and can’t ever grow back their hair. It takes about 10 ponytails to make just one wig, and this is only my second time donating which means I’ve got 8 more ponytails to get chopped of to make one wig. Of course, the before and after picture is the fun part:
You may notice the kitchen behind me has not changed. We met with one guy whose company can do the kitchen A-Z but may cost more. I want to do some cost comparison analysis to see if taking the reins myself might save some money and if the money saved is worth my time and energy. When we saved a couple thousand on the landscape, it was well worth it. We saved money by doing the labor ourselves because the work wasn’t that technical. But do I really want to be worrying about the plumber, the cabinet installer, the electrician, the tile installer, picking out the appliances, etc.? The answer is no. I don’t want to be the boss. Either does the husband, if you were wondering.
Nothing new here besides that. Just trying to take it easy and are looking forward to the spring weather being here for good!