In healthy, non-diabetic patients the HbA1c level is less than 7% of total hemoglobin. It has been demonstrated that the complications of diabetes can be delayed or prevented if the HbA1c level can be kept close to 7%. In general, values should be kept below 8%.
Four months ago I was at 6.1% and on Saturday I was at 6.3%.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
My Weekend
Friday morning before I left for work I put a quartered onion, a cup of water and a corned beef brisket into the crock pot on low. I have never cooked corned beef in a crock pot, I have always boiled it, and I was a little concerned about it being too salty. It was a little saltier than I would have liked it, but not to the point of being inedible. It was extremely tender though. I also picked out an especially lean cut. I will probably do it in the crock pot again, but maybe next time I will add more water to help leach out more of the salt.
Every Thanksgiving and every St. Patrick's day I always wonder why I don't cook turkey or corned beef the rest of the year since I like them both so much. Maybe I will see if Sheri is interested in having me cook some more corned beef when she gets back.
Without Sheri here to make me go to bed I stayed up way too late watching TV and surfing the Net on the couch. I didn't close my eyes until after 4 AM. Because of that my Saturday was kind of a waste. I didn't get out of bed until 11 AM. I wanted to do our taxes and maybe clean out the fish tank. I made it to CompUSA to buy a webcam that was on sale and to Trader Joe's for some more soy protein and milk. The rest of the day was spent playing with the web cam on the couch. I made sure I got to bed at a more reasonable hour Saturday night. I think I was in bed by 11:30 PM and watched a little TV for about half an hour or so.
This morning I got up at a decent time, made some coffee and a bowl of cereal and ate that while I flipped through the paper at the kitchen table.
I went through some mail, paid some bills, and then started working on the taxes a bit. I think I have most of it done. I just have to check out a couple other deductions.
A little bit ago I started getting hungry so I cooked the other half of the head of cabbage from Friday and warmed up the remaining corned beef and ate that while I watched the Malaysian Grand Prix. Giancarlo Fisichella from Italy won driving for Renault.
I think I am done working on taxes for today. I think I am going to let my corned beef and cabbage digest a bit and then give the fish tank the long overdue cleaning it needs.
I also plan on watching the Ohio State game at 3:50 PM CST.
Friday morning before I left for work I put a quartered onion, a cup of water and a corned beef brisket into the crock pot on low. I have never cooked corned beef in a crock pot, I have always boiled it, and I was a little concerned about it being too salty. It was a little saltier than I would have liked it, but not to the point of being inedible. It was extremely tender though. I also picked out an especially lean cut. I will probably do it in the crock pot again, but maybe next time I will add more water to help leach out more of the salt.
Every Thanksgiving and every St. Patrick's day I always wonder why I don't cook turkey or corned beef the rest of the year since I like them both so much. Maybe I will see if Sheri is interested in having me cook some more corned beef when she gets back.
Without Sheri here to make me go to bed I stayed up way too late watching TV and surfing the Net on the couch. I didn't close my eyes until after 4 AM. Because of that my Saturday was kind of a waste. I didn't get out of bed until 11 AM. I wanted to do our taxes and maybe clean out the fish tank. I made it to CompUSA to buy a webcam that was on sale and to Trader Joe's for some more soy protein and milk. The rest of the day was spent playing with the web cam on the couch. I made sure I got to bed at a more reasonable hour Saturday night. I think I was in bed by 11:30 PM and watched a little TV for about half an hour or so.
This morning I got up at a decent time, made some coffee and a bowl of cereal and ate that while I flipped through the paper at the kitchen table.
I went through some mail, paid some bills, and then started working on the taxes a bit. I think I have most of it done. I just have to check out a couple other deductions.
A little bit ago I started getting hungry so I cooked the other half of the head of cabbage from Friday and warmed up the remaining corned beef and ate that while I watched the Malaysian Grand Prix. Giancarlo Fisichella from Italy won driving for Renault.
I think I am done working on taxes for today. I think I am going to let my corned beef and cabbage digest a bit and then give the fish tank the long overdue cleaning it needs.
I also plan on watching the Ohio State game at 3:50 PM CST.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
Sheri is in Columbus for a week visiting her Mom and her sister's family. Every evening she has called and directed me to a different hiding place in the house.
The first night I found a Twinkie two-pack with a note saying she is missing me already.
The next night I found a little packet of smoked almonds with a note saying she is nuts about me.
Tonight I found a little bag of malted milk balls (robin's eggs) with a note wishing me a happy St. Patrick's day.
The first night I found a Twinkie two-pack with a note saying she is missing me already.
The next night I found a little packet of smoked almonds with a note saying she is nuts about me.
Tonight I found a little bag of malted milk balls (robin's eggs) with a note wishing me a happy St. Patrick's day.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Last year around this time I was jonesing for a good all-you-can-eat fish fry, and I didn't want it from a restaurant. I wanted it to be more like homemade. The places for that? Churches and VFWs.
I did some looking last year and found the local VFW has a Lenten fish fry every Friday evening. Boy was I excited. And boy was I disappointed. The VFW hall is huge and a lot of people show up for it. That is the first strike against it. With a couple hundred people all demanding fish there is no way they can cook it up fast enough as they need it. Therefore they must have cooked it up well ahead of time and put it under a heat lamp. They had two kinds of fish. One tasted good but was cold and chewy. The other was a little more tender and fresher, but very fishy. The second strike against it was that the food was not prepared by the VFW members, but by a hired catering company.
This Friday the fish fry jonesing started again. I resigned myself that I wasn't going to find any good fish fries locally, and would probably have to drive out to an area that is a little more rural.
I asked Sheri to do some on-line searching while I wrapped up at work and drove home. She hit gold. A neighboring village has a nine hole golf course with a little pub where you can stop for a beer and a bite to eat after golfing. It turns out they have a fish fry every Friday night, not just during Lent. What gave me high hopes was the on-line menu said it was "hand breaded". I didn't want some frozen-solid pieces of fish that were breaded in a factory months ago.
The second I saw the fish I knew it was going to be great. They were big irregularly shaped filets of cod, not uniform cookie cutter factory fish. The batter was not overly thick or salty. After my first three filets I would removed the breading from one side of filet before I ate it to reduce the number of calories.
We will definitely be going back. I was going to post a picture of the outside of the building, but now I don't think I will. The place has a really small dining room area, and when we arrived there were only two tables open, so I don't want to hip all of the locals to the place and make it too popular. If that happened the best case scenario is we would have to wait in line for a table. Worse case scenario the quality would slip and/or they would raise the price.
They also have sweet potato fries on the menu. The next time we go we are going to tell them not to bring us the regular fries, and order a basket of sweet potato fries instead. Sweet potatoes are much MUCH better for you than regular white potatoes.
I did some looking last year and found the local VFW has a Lenten fish fry every Friday evening. Boy was I excited. And boy was I disappointed. The VFW hall is huge and a lot of people show up for it. That is the first strike against it. With a couple hundred people all demanding fish there is no way they can cook it up fast enough as they need it. Therefore they must have cooked it up well ahead of time and put it under a heat lamp. They had two kinds of fish. One tasted good but was cold and chewy. The other was a little more tender and fresher, but very fishy. The second strike against it was that the food was not prepared by the VFW members, but by a hired catering company.
This Friday the fish fry jonesing started again. I resigned myself that I wasn't going to find any good fish fries locally, and would probably have to drive out to an area that is a little more rural.
I asked Sheri to do some on-line searching while I wrapped up at work and drove home. She hit gold. A neighboring village has a nine hole golf course with a little pub where you can stop for a beer and a bite to eat after golfing. It turns out they have a fish fry every Friday night, not just during Lent. What gave me high hopes was the on-line menu said it was "hand breaded". I didn't want some frozen-solid pieces of fish that were breaded in a factory months ago.
The second I saw the fish I knew it was going to be great. They were big irregularly shaped filets of cod, not uniform cookie cutter factory fish. The batter was not overly thick or salty. After my first three filets I would removed the breading from one side of filet before I ate it to reduce the number of calories.
We will definitely be going back. I was going to post a picture of the outside of the building, but now I don't think I will. The place has a really small dining room area, and when we arrived there were only two tables open, so I don't want to hip all of the locals to the place and make it too popular. If that happened the best case scenario is we would have to wait in line for a table. Worse case scenario the quality would slip and/or they would raise the price.
They also have sweet potato fries on the menu. The next time we go we are going to tell them not to bring us the regular fries, and order a basket of sweet potato fries instead. Sweet potatoes are much MUCH better for you than regular white potatoes.
I love grape soda, but for years lamented that I could not find any diet grape soda.
While strolling down the soft drink aisle at Meijer on Friday evening I looked up, and in plain sight I saw "Meijer Diet Grape Soda". I couldn't believe it at first. I have actively looked for diet grape for years, and all of sudden right in front of me, there it was.
When it sunk in I think I almost ran across the aisle to grab one, just to make sure I beat anyone else that may have been on a diet grape soda quest. I grabbed two more just in case I never see diet grape soda on the store shelves again.
The verdict? Delicious. I plan to contact the store manager and request that they make that a regularly stocked item.
The kicker? It only cost something like $0.68 for a two liter bottle! I would seriously probably buy three bottles on every visit to the store even if it was in the $2.00 per bottle range.
While strolling down the soft drink aisle at Meijer on Friday evening I looked up, and in plain sight I saw "Meijer Diet Grape Soda". I couldn't believe it at first. I have actively looked for diet grape for years, and all of sudden right in front of me, there it was.
When it sunk in I think I almost ran across the aisle to grab one, just to make sure I beat anyone else that may have been on a diet grape soda quest. I grabbed two more just in case I never see diet grape soda on the store shelves again.
The verdict? Delicious. I plan to contact the store manager and request that they make that a regularly stocked item.
The kicker? It only cost something like $0.68 for a two liter bottle! I would seriously probably buy three bottles on every visit to the store even if it was in the $2.00 per bottle range.
We had a really nice time yesterday (Saturday). Jake's wife Jackie had a work-related conference to attend in the loop. She had to come in Thursday evening and attend the conference on Friday and Saturday. Jake thought he would take the opportunity to visit Chicago. They are hosting a foreign exchange student and brought her and one of her high school friends along as well. (Jake is a college friend, a college roommate, and the best man in our wedding. Only myself and anyone that have met him through me call him Jake.)
We got on the train that arrives at Union Station at 9:40 AM and had them meet us at the station. We thought we would start the day by letting them experience the world famous Lou Mitchell's for breakfast.
Their foreign exchange student on the right and her friend on the left.
The original plan for the day was to get them out of the Loop and Mag Mile area and into some Chicago neighborhoods that are not touristy. That changed however when we found out that it was Chicago's big Saint Patrick's day parade. The first big event of a Chicago Saint Patrick's day celebration is the river is dyed a bright unnatural fluorescent green. So after breakfast we followed the Chicago river up to the Michigan Avenue bridge where the dye is added. I have never seen it in person and did not realize how bright green it actually gets.
The river dying started at 10:45 AM, and the parade was scheduled to start at noon. We knew that Jackie had a lunch break at noon and she said she was probably going to a Corner Bakery that was near the conference for lunch. We went to the Corner Bakery to see if we could intercept her and take her to the parade. We couldn't find her so walked down to Jackson and Columbus to watch the parade. I was disappointed I didn't get to see any bagpipes. We got there a little after it started so maybe they were at the front of the parade. I love the pipes and drums.
Except for the green beer that was all of the Saint Patrick's day festivities we knew of, so we thought we would take the Brown Line to the Belmont stop and walk around there for a bit. We thought the girls would like Hollywood Mirror and The Alley, but it was just too different for them. I bought an African shirt at The Alley that I almost bought the last time I was there. I will post a picture of me wearing it later.
On the way to the Belmont stop a group of drunk girls celebrating Saint Patrick's day got on the train. One of the girls, from head to toe, could have been a Playboy playmate, and Sheri and I made a face at each other with a look that said "A hot girl that could be a Playboy playmate has her butt about 4 inches from my face." Well lucky me, she took a liking to your humble narrator. She offered me some of her vodka. Put her green feather boa around my neck. Took our picture. Told me she only moved here 7 months ago from north west Indiana. This was only the second time she had taken the L. (This was the point where she earned the trixie label.)
It was also fun that they kept forgetting they were on a moving train and kept forgetting to hold on. They crashed into me multiple times which was much better than a first date if you know what I mean. After a while she sat in the seat in front of us next to Jake. Her other friend sat on her lap. Her friend put her hand on my knee to steady herself thinking it was her friend's knee. I didn't say anything. I was surprised she didn't look as good in the pictures as she did in person. Sheri agreed she was adorable though.
We hopped back on the L to make sure we were at the hotel when Jackie was scheduled to be done with her conference at 4:00 PM. We got there a little early so we got some drinks, relaxed, and watched the Ohio State game at the hotel bar.
When we met up with Jackie she was starving because she had almost nothing to eat all day. We decided to walk to the Near North and see what we could find. We ended up at Big Bowl. I had some spicy Szechuan eggplant. Very good.
It was going on 5:30 PM and they had a 5 hour drive ahead of them, so we said our goodbyes in front of the restaurant and we made our way back to Union Station. We walked the whole way back and I wish we would have taken the L because I had a blister on each foot and drank too much water with dinner and painfully needed a restroom.
We got the 6:30 PM train back home. There was an old crazy guy a couple seats in front of us that provided us with some entertainment. Too much stuff to write about everything but I will give a couple of highlights. He sat next to a guy that looked trapped. It was fun to watch the expression on the trapped guy's face. At one point the crazy guy was reading the fine print to the trapped guy from a couple of McDonald's coupons. When they unplug the train from the station power and switch over to the train generators they have to turn the lights off for a minute. When the did this the crazy guy belted out and scare everyone with "Turn on the lights! I'm trying to read!" He was wearing TWO pairs of prescription glasses. I don't know how he could see anything. He had a pair of Christmas-themed suspenders on. His pants where about half way to his armpits. He was proudly telling the trapped guy how he didn't need to wasted a plastic spoon to eat his McDonald's ice cream sundae. He just uses the lid. Then he proceeded to take a big ball of napkins that were rubber-banded together out of his pocket. He took of the rubber bands and revealed, what else, a McDonalds ice cream sundae. He then started to eat it with the lid and made a sticky mess of himself. He had a two-foot piece of paper towel from the men's room and used that as a bib. I should have taken a picture.
On the way home we stopped and got some fat-free no sugar added ice cream, a banana, pretzels, and some double-chocolate syrup so we could make sundaes.
We got home, took showers, changed into our PJ's, made sundaes, and crashed on the couch and watched TV. We both felt achy in certain spots from all the walking we did. I had blisters on both feet, my right calf was cramping, and, as expected, my back and neck were sore. Sheri's felt a little sore in her hips. We both fell hard asleep on the couch and then went upstairs around 1 AM.
We got on the train that arrives at Union Station at 9:40 AM and had them meet us at the station. We thought we would start the day by letting them experience the world famous Lou Mitchell's for breakfast.
Their foreign exchange student on the right and her friend on the left.
The original plan for the day was to get them out of the Loop and Mag Mile area and into some Chicago neighborhoods that are not touristy. That changed however when we found out that it was Chicago's big Saint Patrick's day parade. The first big event of a Chicago Saint Patrick's day celebration is the river is dyed a bright unnatural fluorescent green. So after breakfast we followed the Chicago river up to the Michigan Avenue bridge where the dye is added. I have never seen it in person and did not realize how bright green it actually gets.
The river dying started at 10:45 AM, and the parade was scheduled to start at noon. We knew that Jackie had a lunch break at noon and she said she was probably going to a Corner Bakery that was near the conference for lunch. We went to the Corner Bakery to see if we could intercept her and take her to the parade. We couldn't find her so walked down to Jackson and Columbus to watch the parade. I was disappointed I didn't get to see any bagpipes. We got there a little after it started so maybe they were at the front of the parade. I love the pipes and drums.
Except for the green beer that was all of the Saint Patrick's day festivities we knew of, so we thought we would take the Brown Line to the Belmont stop and walk around there for a bit. We thought the girls would like Hollywood Mirror and The Alley, but it was just too different for them. I bought an African shirt at The Alley that I almost bought the last time I was there. I will post a picture of me wearing it later.
On the way to the Belmont stop a group of drunk girls celebrating Saint Patrick's day got on the train. One of the girls, from head to toe, could have been a Playboy playmate, and Sheri and I made a face at each other with a look that said "A hot girl that could be a Playboy playmate has her butt about 4 inches from my face." Well lucky me, she took a liking to your humble narrator. She offered me some of her vodka. Put her green feather boa around my neck. Took our picture. Told me she only moved here 7 months ago from north west Indiana. This was only the second time she had taken the L. (This was the point where she earned the trixie label.)
It was also fun that they kept forgetting they were on a moving train and kept forgetting to hold on. They crashed into me multiple times which was much better than a first date if you know what I mean. After a while she sat in the seat in front of us next to Jake. Her other friend sat on her lap. Her friend put her hand on my knee to steady herself thinking it was her friend's knee. I didn't say anything. I was surprised she didn't look as good in the pictures as she did in person. Sheri agreed she was adorable though.
We hopped back on the L to make sure we were at the hotel when Jackie was scheduled to be done with her conference at 4:00 PM. We got there a little early so we got some drinks, relaxed, and watched the Ohio State game at the hotel bar.
When we met up with Jackie she was starving because she had almost nothing to eat all day. We decided to walk to the Near North and see what we could find. We ended up at Big Bowl. I had some spicy Szechuan eggplant. Very good.
It was going on 5:30 PM and they had a 5 hour drive ahead of them, so we said our goodbyes in front of the restaurant and we made our way back to Union Station. We walked the whole way back and I wish we would have taken the L because I had a blister on each foot and drank too much water with dinner and painfully needed a restroom.
We got the 6:30 PM train back home. There was an old crazy guy a couple seats in front of us that provided us with some entertainment. Too much stuff to write about everything but I will give a couple of highlights. He sat next to a guy that looked trapped. It was fun to watch the expression on the trapped guy's face. At one point the crazy guy was reading the fine print to the trapped guy from a couple of McDonald's coupons. When they unplug the train from the station power and switch over to the train generators they have to turn the lights off for a minute. When the did this the crazy guy belted out and scare everyone with "Turn on the lights! I'm trying to read!" He was wearing TWO pairs of prescription glasses. I don't know how he could see anything. He had a pair of Christmas-themed suspenders on. His pants where about half way to his armpits. He was proudly telling the trapped guy how he didn't need to wasted a plastic spoon to eat his McDonald's ice cream sundae. He just uses the lid. Then he proceeded to take a big ball of napkins that were rubber-banded together out of his pocket. He took of the rubber bands and revealed, what else, a McDonalds ice cream sundae. He then started to eat it with the lid and made a sticky mess of himself. He had a two-foot piece of paper towel from the men's room and used that as a bib. I should have taken a picture.
On the way home we stopped and got some fat-free no sugar added ice cream, a banana, pretzels, and some double-chocolate syrup so we could make sundaes.
We got home, took showers, changed into our PJ's, made sundaes, and crashed on the couch and watched TV. We both felt achy in certain spots from all the walking we did. I had blisters on both feet, my right calf was cramping, and, as expected, my back and neck were sore. Sheri's felt a little sore in her hips. We both fell hard asleep on the couch and then went upstairs around 1 AM.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
A Starbucks press release says: "Starbucks will host its first-ever Starbucks Coffee Break on March 15 from 10 a.m. to noon, inviting customers across the country to enjoy a complimentary cup of freshly brewed coffee. In stores and on street corners, from insulated brewing equipment and giant coffee backpacks, partners (employees) will pour tall (12-ounce) cups of coffee to surprise customers and delight commuters.
Monday, March 06, 2006
I stopped by the Post Office today during my lunch hour. There was one person in front of me and two behind me. A little old lady that could barely walk and had a walker and a bunch of stuff falling out from under her arms was about to try and go through a door. With as much difficulty as she was having just staying vertical I knew there was no way she was going to get through the door on her own.
I said excuse me and squeezed past the guy in front of me and opened the door for the lady. She thanked me and then asked if I could also get the two vestibule doors. I walked ahead and got the door and patiently waited while she shuffled her way to me. Then I opened the second vestibule door and waited while she did some more shuffling and listened to her complain about how she has complained before about the handicapped buttons not working on the doors but they never do anything.
As I walked back in I was trying to decide if I was going to ask for my place back in line or just go back to the end. I decided I was not in a hurry and didn't feel like explaining myself so I just made my way to the end of the line. The grandma that was behind me in line smiled at me and told me to take my place back in line in front of her. She said it was so nice what I did.
When it was my turn to walk up to a clerk the first thing he said in kind of a snotty tone was "Did you just cut in front of all those people waiting in line?" Crap. "I was in line but the old lady you were helping was trying…" then the grandma behind me piped in and stood up for me. The clerk didn't say anything else to me during the rest of my transaction. No good deed goes unpunished.
I said excuse me and squeezed past the guy in front of me and opened the door for the lady. She thanked me and then asked if I could also get the two vestibule doors. I walked ahead and got the door and patiently waited while she shuffled her way to me. Then I opened the second vestibule door and waited while she did some more shuffling and listened to her complain about how she has complained before about the handicapped buttons not working on the doors but they never do anything.
As I walked back in I was trying to decide if I was going to ask for my place back in line or just go back to the end. I decided I was not in a hurry and didn't feel like explaining myself so I just made my way to the end of the line. The grandma that was behind me in line smiled at me and told me to take my place back in line in front of her. She said it was so nice what I did.
When it was my turn to walk up to a clerk the first thing he said in kind of a snotty tone was "Did you just cut in front of all those people waiting in line?" Crap. "I was in line but the old lady you were helping was trying…" then the grandma behind me piped in and stood up for me. The clerk didn't say anything else to me during the rest of my transaction. No good deed goes unpunished.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
I had a meeting in the Loop today for a few hours, and Sheri didn't have anything going on, so we went down early and ate breakfast at a little crepe place and read the paper for a couple hours. When I went to my meeting she wandered around for a bit and then had lunch with a friend. When I was done with the meeting I met her at Ogilvie where she just hanging out reading a book and people watching.
When we got home I made a quick batch of hummus and we ate some of that for dinner while we watched Doom. The movie was just OK. Nothing great. Fun just to watch the special effects.
When we got home I made a quick batch of hummus and we ate some of that for dinner while we watched Doom. The movie was just OK. Nothing great. Fun just to watch the special effects.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
This morning we were getting ready to leave the house for our typical breakfast and reading time. I was not taking the laptop so we were not tied to Burger King, Panera, or Elan, and Sheri was in the mood for an Egg McMuffin, so that is where we were heading. I was thinking about what I was going to order. They do not have any caffeine free diet sodas, so it would have either been water or their decaf coffee. I am not crazy about their coffee, and especially their decaf coffee, but sipping on a hot cup of coffee sounded really good while I read the new book I am starting. I had an "a hah" moment and boiled water in our new electric kettle. While that was heating up I ground the coffee beans and poured that into our French press. While I was doing this I told Sheri to get the newspaper and start the car up. Through the magic of the electric kettle the water was boiling in less than two minutes. I poured the water into the press and grabbed a large travel coffee mug and took both into the car. By the time we got to the McDonalds I pushed the plunger down and poured the coffee into my mug and took it into the restaurant. I could enjoy my own freshly brewed-only-seconds-ago coffee and not have to drink their swill.
After breakfast we went to Whole Foods to pick up a few things. We ended up with a couple different raw-milk cheeses (a cheddar and an emmental), a pound of Intelligentsia Black Cat blend espresso coffee beans, and a frozen pizza.
It was also sample-Saturday so we almost had a meal just on samples. Lots of good fruit, cod, cheeses, dips, baked goods, olives, chicken, Asian slaw, and other stuff I can't remember.
As we were checking-out I noticed the masseuse in the dining area and decided I wanted one. It has been years since I have had a massage, and with my back being sore all last week it sounded especially good. It was just a chair massage and it was only 15 minutes, but it felt really good. Because you have to leave your clothes on (well there was no sign saying I had to leave them on, but…) she can't manipulate the deep muscles as effectively through fabric as she can with oiled fingers on skin. But it was still wonderful. It was the typical $1 per minute.
We also stopped at Trader Joes to get a few things that were overpriced at Whole Foods.
We came home and both took and unplanned and unexpected hard deep nap for at least a couple hours. I think it was the prior week still catching up with us.
When I woke up I went downstairs and made a batch of hummus for dinner.
We are getting ready to watch Wallace & Gromit in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit. Sheri has been giddy to watch it ever since we were notified that Blockbuster was shipping it from our queue a couple days ago.
After breakfast we went to Whole Foods to pick up a few things. We ended up with a couple different raw-milk cheeses (a cheddar and an emmental), a pound of Intelligentsia Black Cat blend espresso coffee beans, and a frozen pizza.
It was also sample-Saturday so we almost had a meal just on samples. Lots of good fruit, cod, cheeses, dips, baked goods, olives, chicken, Asian slaw, and other stuff I can't remember.
As we were checking-out I noticed the masseuse in the dining area and decided I wanted one. It has been years since I have had a massage, and with my back being sore all last week it sounded especially good. It was just a chair massage and it was only 15 minutes, but it felt really good. Because you have to leave your clothes on (well there was no sign saying I had to leave them on, but…) she can't manipulate the deep muscles as effectively through fabric as she can with oiled fingers on skin. But it was still wonderful. It was the typical $1 per minute.
We also stopped at Trader Joes to get a few things that were overpriced at Whole Foods.
We came home and both took and unplanned and unexpected hard deep nap for at least a couple hours. I think it was the prior week still catching up with us.
When I woke up I went downstairs and made a batch of hummus for dinner.
We are getting ready to watch Wallace & Gromit in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit. Sheri has been giddy to watch it ever since we were notified that Blockbuster was shipping it from our queue a couple days ago.
Friday, February 24, 2006
I learned two Devo facts tonight that amazed me.
1. They are from Akron, OH. (I guess I shouldn't be surprised. A lot of good things have come from there.)
2. They started in 1973. (I wouldn't have guessed nearly that early.)
Three of the founding members were students at Kent State when the National Guard shootings happened. (Not amazing, just interesting.)
Their Freedom of Choice album (1980) was the second album I ever bought. My first album was Queen's News of the World (1977).
1. They are from Akron, OH. (I guess I shouldn't be surprised. A lot of good things have come from there.)
2. They started in 1973. (I wouldn't have guessed nearly that early.)
Three of the founding members were students at Kent State when the National Guard shootings happened. (Not amazing, just interesting.)
Their Freedom of Choice album (1980) was the second album I ever bought. My first album was Queen's News of the World (1977).
Last weekend I was flipping through the channels and stopped on some cooking show on PBS with a title like "Easy Everyday Cooking" or something like that. They would rotate through about a half dozen different chefs. Each chef would have five minutes or so to prepare one dish.
The one that caught my attention were meringue cookies. There were only five ingredients and it took a matter of minutes to go from cracking eggs to sliding the cookie sheet in the oven. We didn't have cream of tartar or vanilla, so we picked that up last weekend.
Tonight after work and before we watched a movie the two of us whipped up a batch meringue cookies and they were delicious! Super easy.
Into the mixing bowl I added:
Two egg whites
1/8 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon cream of tartar
I turned the mixer on high and whipped until I just started to get firm peaks. (That sounds dirty.) Then I had Sheri add one tablespoon at a time:
¾ cups sugar
When she was done with that I added:
1 teaspoon vanilla
That's it!
I spooned out dollops of the mixture onto a cookie sheet covered with parchment paper and then baked them at 300 degrees for about 25 to 30 minutes. When they come out of the oven they are soft, but after they cool they get a really nice crunchy texture. They literally melt in your mouth.
We are going to experiment with less sugar. Maybe we will try only a ½ cup of sugar next time. It is tough to tell from the pictures but they turned out with a beautiful light brown/blonde color.
The one that caught my attention were meringue cookies. There were only five ingredients and it took a matter of minutes to go from cracking eggs to sliding the cookie sheet in the oven. We didn't have cream of tartar or vanilla, so we picked that up last weekend.
Tonight after work and before we watched a movie the two of us whipped up a batch meringue cookies and they were delicious! Super easy.
Into the mixing bowl I added:
Two egg whites
1/8 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon cream of tartar
I turned the mixer on high and whipped until I just started to get firm peaks. (That sounds dirty.) Then I had Sheri add one tablespoon at a time:
¾ cups sugar
When she was done with that I added:
1 teaspoon vanilla
That's it!
I spooned out dollops of the mixture onto a cookie sheet covered with parchment paper and then baked them at 300 degrees for about 25 to 30 minutes. When they come out of the oven they are soft, but after they cool they get a really nice crunchy texture. They literally melt in your mouth.
We are going to experiment with less sugar. Maybe we will try only a ½ cup of sugar next time. It is tough to tell from the pictures but they turned out with a beautiful light brown/blonde color.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
This morning when I bear-hugged Sheri from the toilet and carried her to the hallway her arms were forced out because my arms were under hers. They got in the way when I carried her through the doorway and I was worried that I bruised or cut her elbows or triceps.
This evening I asked her if she had any injuries there. She did not, but she couldn't visualize how I could have carried her in such a way that would injure just her elbows. I put her in a bear-hug like I did in the morning, told her to go limp, and intended to carry her through the doorway. She is small in size. Her weight is in the 25th percentile for women, that is, 75% of all women are heavier than she is. (You can look up the statistics for yourself, but I am not telling you her weight.) This morning I picked her up just like she was a three year old. Didn't even think about it.
When I tried this evening I could pick her up, but it seemed like it took three or four times as much effort to pick her up and I struggled a bit. I couldn't just hoist her up and go like I did this morning. Then it hit me that it was the adrenaline coursing through my body that made her weight seem inconsequential. I have heard stories like that, but couldn't really picture what that would feel like. In the heat of the moment it didn't seem to take any more effort to move her than it would to take a bag of mulch out of the trunk in the summer. I guess it is comforting to know you have that reserve power boost you can use in emergencies.
This evening I asked her if she had any injuries there. She did not, but she couldn't visualize how I could have carried her in such a way that would injure just her elbows. I put her in a bear-hug like I did in the morning, told her to go limp, and intended to carry her through the doorway. She is small in size. Her weight is in the 25th percentile for women, that is, 75% of all women are heavier than she is. (You can look up the statistics for yourself, but I am not telling you her weight.) This morning I picked her up just like she was a three year old. Didn't even think about it.
When I tried this evening I could pick her up, but it seemed like it took three or four times as much effort to pick her up and I struggled a bit. I couldn't just hoist her up and go like I did this morning. Then it hit me that it was the adrenaline coursing through my body that made her weight seem inconsequential. I have heard stories like that, but couldn't really picture what that would feel like. In the heat of the moment it didn't seem to take any more effort to move her than it would to take a bag of mulch out of the trunk in the summer. I guess it is comforting to know you have that reserve power boost you can use in emergencies.
