1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
(and sorry the font size changes halfway through this, I can’t seem to fix it…)
1. Venison- a friends’ Mom hit one with her car in elementary school and we all got to try it, go CT!
2. Nettle tea
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare
6. Black pudding
7. Cheese fondue
10. Baba ghanoush
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie Gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper– never in a million years
27. Dulce de leche
30. Aloo gobi
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O– I think they mean jello shots
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects
44. Goat’s milk
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
47. Chicken tikka masala
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear
55. McDonald’s Big Mac
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV– just the other day
60. Carob chips
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe
74. Gjetost, or brunost
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
79. Lapsang souchong
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant- I’ve eaten at a three star, just not a tasting menu.
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare– I ate it before I knew what it was in France
90. Criollo chocolate
92. Soft shell crab
93. Rose harissa
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermidor
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
Defiantly an interesting combination of items, most of which I would eat but I am not into spicy food or things that could kill me. I think I might need to go in search of things on this list now, and I would love to see yours in the comments!
The hardest part of eating better as a family is that Sweet Man would like nothing to do with it. He would like to loose the weight, but still eat all of our favorites, which is everyone’s dream. The other day when I was planning my weekly meals I asked if there were any favorite dishes he wanted to eat this week, and he said “Chicken parm.” And I said “Oh Shit,” because when I make chicken parm, I make it old school style. Bread the breast, fry them a little on each side, put them in a dish, cover in whole milk mozzarella and sauce, each alongside copious amounts of pasta. And that kind of food just doesn’t cut it for us any more. I thought about a few ways to do this, but I hit upon a brilliant idea that was staring at me from the counter: spaghetti squash. I have bought one a few weeks ago and never used it, but I’m always amazed that when you roast them and cover them with sauce, they do actually give you the sensation of eating spaghetti! Though it is missing the breading flavor, we enjoyed the basil taste and he actually said he would eat this recipe again. Hope you like it too!
Whitney’s Healthier Chicken Parm
Handful of Basil
Sauce of your choosing
Two chicken breasts
One medium spaghetti squash
Small package of skim milk mozzarella
Directions: You have two options on how to roast the squash, whole or cut up. I cut mine into quarters, scooped out the seeds and roasted it skin sides up at 375 for about 40 minutes. If you do it whole it should take around an hour, probably a little longer. Let them cool a little and then scrape out the deliciousness with a fork, but be careful, I have a burn to prove they are hot. Meanwhile, cut the two breasts in half and season each side with salt and pepper. Coat the bottom of a pan with non-stick spray and throw the chicken in. I covered mine becuase they were a little thick, but everyone knows their own preference for done-ness. At the last minute, take the basil leaves and cover each piece of chicken individually with a few pieces, then a slice of mozzarella and then two pieces of sliced tomato. Cover and allow the cheese to melt. Serve covered with sauce and more basil leaves if desired. (Serves 4)
For some unknown reason this week, my computer decided to eat all of the passwords it normally fills in for me on a daily basis, and I realized that I am completely screwed. This major disaster opened my eyes to realization of how many passwords and combination of passwords that I use on various sites, and how easy it is to get locked out of site when you’ve tried every letter and number combination under the sun in an attempt to gain access to your bank account. I used to have a password on everything, and easy six digit number that I wasn’t going to forget anytime soon. But then I ran into the problem of needing more digits for specific websites, so for those sites I decided to simply add my name to the number. Then I realized that I should probably have a harder password that has nothing to do with my life so hackers actually have to work to gain access to my life, so I made a six digit letter/number password that I think is decently good. Life was working out well for me, until this incident occurred and now I’m playing guessing games. I never updated all my passwords to the same thing, mainly becuase I think I’m being all sneaky and will make the hacker have to work for each website. So now I’m trying to figure out what password goes where becuase I never made up a master list, which might of been the smart thing to do. But, then if my computer got stolen or someone broke into my house then they would have everything and what is the damn point of a password them. What I have been doing is resetting every password,which is such a joy bwt, but then you end up with $^#(&%jDIp* as a password and you can’t find the link to change it to something normal on the website, and who needs to deal with that? And, if I am changing all my passwords now, should I make them all the same thing? Something long and complicated, but the only password I’ll need to remember, or am I doing it right by rotating three passwords around? Does adding a hyphen to my password really make it harder to crack, or does it just slow the guys breaking into my life by 2 minutes? I’m looking for some advice from someone who knows more than me… any takers?
I started this whole blog project as a way to get some of my thoughts and feelings down, and mainly because I love to read blogs. Sweet Man is often amazed when I sit down and count the number of blogs that I check in rapid succession on a daily basis, which is up to around 50 at the moment. I like to read Mommy Blogs, Food Blogs, Medical Blogs, and that random category I call Interesting Blogs which is made up of Post Secret, Look At This and all their friends. Theses people usually have their own .com sites, (which I do not, because I don’t know how to code!) are professional writers, and actual make money off these projects. I stuck with my wordpress blog, and am trying to figure out what kind of blogger I will be, what message am I trying to get across. I’m not a mother, so that is out of the question, and while I enjoy adding recipes, I don’t think I make up enough recipes to post, and who wants a blog full of recipes from everyone else? I enjoy the tidbits from the medical group, but I’m only in clinical twice a week and therefore the amount of material I would be able to collect isn’t that large. So, I’ve decided that I should break the mold and blog about my medical career, being in school, some food, and general life things. I’m hoping that it gives me a broader audience, and speaking of, that is another issue I’m dealing with.
Who am I writing to? I created this writing to the Internet, the random masses who don’t know me but might find what I say worth reading It’s actually easier for me this way because I can open up more and don’t need to keep things a secret, and then I made a link from my facebook page… don’t ask why. Now people I know can read my blog and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not. I’ve been trying to get Sweet Man to guest blog about his half of our relationship, but he is refusing becuase it’s not something that he feels comfortable sharing with people we know. Get that? He’s okay telling the internet, but not our friends. So where is my line? What will I talk about and what won’t I knowing I’m not really anonomous to some. I think I’m going to have to figure this out as I go.
There is actually one more stupid issue that I’m trying to think about. Language. Specifically: Dirty Language. Some of my favorite writers Dooce and Motherhood Uncensored have really foul mouths, which I love. They talk about balls, and poop and seem to have no problem sharing that with the Internet. Me, I feel like I’m doing something wrong when I swear here. Somehow it’s different from real life because it’s written down and I can’t pretend you didn’t read it. But, I think that without the language and subject matter, the blog won’t be as interesting or funny, which is a little bit of the point. So, and this point I’m asking for help. What are you interested in reading about? How do you feel about swear/dirty topics? What kind of tone do you take in your own blog?
I know, I know, but I’ve had 15 visitors to this site today and I haven’t had anything to post about for a week becuase I’M ON VACATION and it’s a big day if my ass gets out of bed before noon. I’ve gone to see the new baby a few times and resumed painting little army men with Sweet Man, but other than getting my oil changed, my life is nothing to blog about. So, in honor of Unofficial National Weight Loss Month aka the month after New Years, I’m going to put in my dieting two cents. I used to be really thin, like one of those kids that weighed under 100 pounds until they were in high school, and then the hormones hit and I swelled. Dance used to be a part time job for me, so I could always eat what I want and never have a problem, but when I stopped dancing in college, my ass was re-zoned as its own zip code. And of course I realized this and should have taken care of it, but I enjoy eating. I come from a family of foodies, not that I’m making excuses, but I realized that in order to be a size 4 I would need to eat a lot less, and nothing fun. So, I hung out in size 18 area for a while, also known as the senior year filled with copious abouts of beer, until this summer when I decided that nursing school should mean a huge change in my life involving some weight loss. So I did, and I was down to a 12 and really proud of my self… until I went back to my old eating ways. I was always able to fit in my (slightly stretched) size 12 jeans, but their was a period where they looked more like sausage casings than pants and I stuck to the bigger sizes. But, recently I’ve realized that I need to eat healthier, mainly for the benefit of my hair which I am trying to grow out (good reason right?), and I’ve put Sweet Man and myself on the path to healthier eating. So, are you ready for by big tip? (It’s really going to be good…) Make it colorful. That is what we are doing. Making our food pretty to look at! Healthy foods are pretty colors, so by making a virtual rainbow on our plates we are loosing weight,and I have to say it’s kind of fun. Have you seen that new KFC commercial? The one about ditching the bag and eat the box? Well, next time you see it notice the color of all the food on that box, its beige. A huge beige box. We don’t eat that much beige anymore, we enjoy purple (my favorite color and actually not found in that my foods which makes me sad) and green and even Sweet Man says that he feels better physically. So, there you have it, Whitney’s Wondrous Weight Loss System: The Color Diet. Go enjoy it and I’ll be back when my life gets interesting.
Since I’ve been on vacation I’ve been watching an extraordinarily large amount of television, which has been AMAZING, but between that and my excessive radio listening while traveling to clinicals, I have come to realized that Christmas is getting out of control! Two weeks before Thanksgiving, we needed to buy some things at the craft store, and entered the building to find Christmasland, a full frontal assault of lights, fake snow, and bows galore. I mean it kind of hurt my eyes to look forward and we ran out of the store as soon as possible. The day before Thanksgiving the Christmas music started on the radio, and not just a little bit, IT TOOK OVER! One of my favorite oldie stations was completely taken over for a whole month, and though I understand that Thanksgiving on is fair game, this was a little out of control. Then, the ads started, every company who runs commercials on TV MUST make their ads Christmas themed OR THEY WILL DIE! I found it especially hard because I decided to watch all the back episodes of Momversations during this holiday season, and even though I love them, a target ad before every single episode featuring the slogan “There’s no place like target at Christmas to save” which has to be the catchiest/evilest slogan on the planet made me want to kill someone. I had a hard time making it through the month, but somehow I got through without needing to be institutionalized. I just kept saying “if I can make it past December 25th I will be Christmas-free for eleven months” while sitting on my bathroom floor rocking back and forth. And I did, only they haven’t stopped. The day after, I was so excited to get back to normal radio songs only to hear that they were going to wean me off it, which meant MORE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MUSIC. So, I lived off CD’s through New Years thinking that it would be over soon, but they are STILL playing Christmas advertisements on TV! The holiday buying season is over, so those ads trying to get parents to buy little Timmy a shiny new toy aren’t going to work. SANTA ALREADY SHOWED UP. I understand that we’re in a recession, so people aren’t going to be buying as much and stores need to increase their sales somehow, but bombarding me isn’t the answer. Nothing makes me want to do something less than when I am nagged, and thats what is happening. This Christmas on steroids must end, or the holiday season is gong to start before fall does! (and PS, what ever happened to Hanukkah??)
I got my first comment! Sweet Man wasn’t as excited about it as I am, but it’s none the less there, which meant that someone had to read by blog, WHICH IS VERY EXCITING. Life around here has been both busy and boring for the past week, which is why I haven’t posted. One of the bloggers I read wrote a book called “No one cares what you had for lunch” so I’ve really tried to always keep that in mind, and after discounting writing about all of my meals there wasn’t anything left. I had a quiet Christmas at the house of one of my mom’s friends, while Sweet Man went up to NH to be with his family. It was hard to have him gone for a week when I had nothing to do and no one around, but thankfully the cat kept me sane. I actually made out like a bandit with gifts this year which was surprising becuase I asked for nothing accept for a coffee grinder. My kitchen is now very full and I’m getting nervous about having to move all of this stuff.
In more exciting news the daughter of my mom’s friend, lets call her Elyse had her baby boy on the 29th which was very exciting. They told her he was going to be big, and actually scheduled a C-section for him but she ended up doing it all on her own! He was 9 pounds 12 ounces, and a few hours after birth the doctor realized that he had a testicular torsion, which means that the blood supply to one of his testicles got twisted around cutting off the flow. They raced him up to a children’s hospital to do surgery the next morning, but they were unable to save it. Poor kid was only five hours old and is already a One Balled Wonder. Sweet Man was not very interested in this child who’s parents he’s never met, but when I told him about the ball injury he suddenly became very interested and made lots of cringing noises. Many junk jokes have ensued trying to keep the families spirits light, like how he’s now aerodynamic like Lance Armstrong.
Since my first comment is here now, I feel like I can actually have a conversation with the internet, and I should address what my commenter talked about. Sweet Man and I have had many long hardcore talks, and have actually found a happy place to live in. I appreciated the comment, and while it would be really nice to live with someone really excited about the prospect of having children, but I’ve realized that’s not important right now. As soon as we stop harping on the subject twenty four seven, we become a very happy couple, and he gets really into the idea of marriage. I’m thinking of asking him to post about his feelings on the topic soon, but for right now we are actually very happy together.