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Cilantro Lime Pesto

I don’t like it when people touch my stuff.

There. I said it. Matty B is frequently on the receiving end of this angst and he’s a good man for hanging tough.

It all started with my iPad charger. I keep it plugged in on my side of the bed. Since I use it for both my iPad and my phone, it’s frequently in use. I never move it.


Somehow. Somehow, it was “borrowed” and not returned. Certainly it wasn’t Matty B, who, conveniently enough also uses an identical charger for his devices. It must have been the kids. Or great grandpa. Or maybe the cleaning lady?


When it magically reappeared, I marked it. That’s right. I pulled out a sharpie to lay claim to what is rightfully mine.


I don’t like it when people touch my stuff. Future reference: if you run across an iPad charger with a black sharpie-made dot, you best sleep with one eye opened until it is returned to ME!


I don’t like it when people touch my stuff. Apparently, however, rice is the exception to the rule.


I made this cilantro lime pesto. A nod to the basil pesto of yore, it has a bright citrus bite that tastes nothing like soap (to all of you cilantro haters out there (Hi Sharon!))


You could mix it into pasta or spread it on a baguette. Both lovely choices.


I tried it with brown rice and was happy with the results. Once you mix it into a starch, you may want to add a little extra salt as your base may tame the flavor.

This was good. So good that I put the leftovers in a container marked with a black sharpie-made dot.

I don’t like it when people touch my stuff.

Cilantro Lime Pesto


Large handful cilantro (1 cup)
Small handful parsley (1/2 cup)
1/4 cup olive oil
1/2 cup toasted walnuts
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
Zest of one lime
Juice of 1/2 lime


Purée all ingredients in a food processor or blender. Add additional salt and pepper to taste


Wallowa Lake

We went to Wallowa Lake. It rained. A lot.


No matter. We’re hard core. I’m serious.


We hiked. In the rain.




We go-carted. In the rain.




We mini-golfed. In the rain. (And J got 2 holes in one! I see a golf scholarship in his future…)


It helped that we had an awesome cabin. (Thanks Papa and Grandma!)




It helped that we ate a lot of really good food.




I mean, a lot of really good food!


We were there for Alpenfest. And let’s call a spade a spade: Alpenfest was lame. The above truck was the advertised “procession”. One truck.



Who cares? We were there for the family. And it was great! We’re a little wet and slightly cold, but it was a great weekend!


Chocolate Chip Zucchini Bread with Peanut Butter Glaze

There are a number of new perks with my new job.


1. Very few late night/after hours duties


2. More time with these little munchkins: this is their “I’m so excited that I’m eating ice cream” dance…


3. Less stress


But most importantly…

4. A plethora of starving college students, willing to eat successes or failures.


I made this chocolate chip zucchini bread. It was good, but it wasn’t earth shatteringly delicious. We ate half the loaf at home and because Matty B doesn’t really do leftovers and because I’m willing to eat treats on the weekend, but stick to a cleaner diet during the week and because Grandpa B wouldn’t touch it because he says chocolate makes him cough (?), I took the remainder to work.


The adults in my office took an obligatory piece and seemed to like it. The students? Yeah, you’d think that they hadn’t eaten in a week, or if nothing else, hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning (which, I’m discovering, is a likely possibility as (most) college students view sleep as more important than food).

I’ve provided the recipe below. It’s good. Or, if you’re 19 and living off of cafeteria food, it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever eaten.

Chocolate Chip Zucchini Bread with Peanut Butter Glaze


1/2 cup almond milk
1/4 tsp apple cider vinegar
2 1/2 cups flour
1/2 cup cocoa powder
1 1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp instant coffee
2 tsp cinnamon
3 TBS ground flax seed
1 cup olive oil
2 tsp vanilla
1 cup white sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
2 cups shredded or puréed zucchini

PB Glaze
1 cup powdered sugar
1 TBS peanut butter
1 TBS almond milk


Combine milk and vinegar. Set aside. In a large bowl whisk flour, cocoa, baking powder, baking soda, instant coffee, salt and cinnamon.

In a medium bowl whisk flax, oil, vanilla, sugars and milk/vinegar mixture.

Combine wet and dry ingredients. Fold in zucchini.

Bake in a greased loaf pan for 55 minutes at 375.

Let cool slightly. Mix frosting ingredients and drizzle over cooled zucchini bread.

Wordless Wednesday







(Did you really think I could be totally wordless? No way. I’ve been MIA these past few days. As you can tell from the photos above, I’m okay:) I’m living life, eating my body weight in peaches and trying to ignore the fact that my children get older every second. The best way to deal with this reality is, in fact, chocolate chip zucchini bread. Recipe to follow. Once I take a quick break from living life.)

I’ve never…and Black Bean Burgers

1. I’ve never mowed a lawn. My parent’s lawn, my own lawn, any lawn. No push mower, no riding lawn mower, nothing. It’s not because I’m an entitled little princess, (shush, Matty B!) because I had lots of chores growing up. They just never included lawn care. (Yes, Unk C, your life was so much harder than mine, you were so abused, blah blah blah…)

2. I’ve never seen Star Wars. And if you must know, I get Star Wars and Star Trek confused. It’s one of those things that feels like an accomplishment. I mean, if I’ve made it 33 years without seeing Star Wars, then why not go for 33 more?

3. I’ve never cooked beans from scratch. Truth. I’ve always just bought cans. I can hear you gasp in shock. Holley, the girl who is so proud of her “whole foods eating-from scratch baking-spinach smoothie blending” life? That girl? What an embarrassment!

But I have a crockpot. And I have beans. And I cooked them. And it was super easy. And why have I been wasting my money on canned beans?


So we ate the beans. And they were good. And then we had a lot of beans leftover. So I made black bean patties. And I ate them in everything:


Panini with sautéed mushrooms and onions


Corn tortillas with lettuce, olives and tomato

And the remainder, cold out of the fridge- because they’re that good!

4. I’ve never won Super Mario Bros. We’re teaching J Man and Miss Rae young so they never need to utter the above statement.



Black Bean Burgers


2 cups cooked (drained) black beans
1/4 cup whole wheat pastry flour
1/2 tsp cumin
1/2 tsp garlic powder
1/2 tsp onion powder
1/4 tsp chili powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 cup salsa


Combine all ingredients in a bowl, smashing as you go. Clean hands work best. Divide mixture into 8 sections and fry patties over medium heat with a little olive oil.

Thursday Thoughts, VI

1. I’m at least 4 years late to the party (what’s new? Are skinny jeans out of style already? I just started liking them!), but I love LOVE Arrested Development!


Every character is my favorite. And Michael Cera, age 14, is adorable.

2. I was pleasantly surprised by the university cafeteria today. Veggie sushi bar? Thai station? Build your own wraps? Beauty.


And a salad bar with quinoa, tofu and lots of other goodies. Lunch today gave me hope for my future life in Walla Walla.

3. The smartest boy in the world just got smarter. He drew this without assistance from anyone.


I am so wrapped around his little finger.

4. This one is pretty cool too.


Yesterday, without prompting, she told J Man that he was a good brother and her best friend. That sound you just heard was my heart melting.

5. These are the splits from my run today.


I totally feel like I go slower at the end because I’m tired, but I guess not!

6. And cue the raised blood pressure for Matty B.


He always asks for extra salt in his salted caramel mochas. It’s amazing this man is still alive.

7. There was a sheep in the neighbor’s yard this morning. No fence. No leash. Just a sheep.


Welcome to Walla Walla!

Pendleton Round Up

I can be a bit of a snob.

I won’t drink instant coffee, and I don’t like Folgers. I prefer a good quality dark roast.

I refuse to buy any clothes at Walmart, even if something looks cute. In general, I don’t even like going to Walmart.

Last weekend, when we were in Boise, Matty B and I were righteously indignant at an art show we attended. The show also boasted kitschy jewelry and sculptures made of silverware. “That’s not art,” we sniffed.

And I’ve acted the same way about Pendleton, the little cowtown I grew up in.


But last week was the good ol’ Pendleton Round Up and the country inside of me was begging to be let loose. Note: there is exactly 0.07% of country in me, but it was enough to force Matty B and the kids to listen to country music in the car. And now the percentage has dropped to 0.06%…


Give J Man lemonade and he’s up for anything. Also, his hat makes him look like Anne of Green Gables.


The parade was cute, although some of us enjoyed it more than others…


Miss Rae has a loud noise phobia. Interesting contradiction as she’s the loudest one in the family.


And is Pendleton all about pulled pork and curly fries?


Yes and no. I was simultaneously amused and repulsed by the “foot long corn dog” booth. Yet, I found a really good soy latte and a very yummy Greek salad. Who knew?


I still refuse to go yard saling. I will never be caught dead in Wranglers.

But Pendleton’s not bad. Just ask Anne of Green Gables.