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Monthly Archives: September 2014

WIAW, a running diet

There’s this really wonderful side effect to running.

I mean, yes, it helps relieve stress. And it can lower cholesterol and boost your immune system.


But something else that’s great about running 25+ miles per week?


Burning 1,199 calories at a time! Because I’m a lady. A lady who likes to eat. A lady who likes to eat and fit into her skinny jeans.

You’d think that I’d be losing weight with all this running! You’d be wrong. Mostly because I’m always hungry!



Waffle with peanut butter, applesauce and cinnamon.


Coffee with almond/coconut milk.

Snack #1:


One of these apples. Be proud that I didn’t eat the doughnuts displayed on the same table.




Pasta stirfry with broccoli, squash, spinach, bell pepper, zucchini, leek and peas.

Snack #2:


14 million of these addictive little buggers.



Tofu, green beans , corn and tater tots.



Hasn’t happened yet, but I anticipate a couple of these.

Good thing I’m running 5 miles tomorrow…

What am I going to do when my training is over? I’ll have to eat normal amounts of food…:(


Kinda Sorta Caesar Dressing

Some of us are already creating Christmas lists.


Miss Rae found a toy catalog and has been poring over it, more and more excited by each page she turns.

Because we need more toys.




The current object of her affection? This science kit. I had a 5 second fantasy about her being a child prodigy (a princess and a biologist?) but upon further questioning found out why this specific science kit was so inspirational.

Do you notice the bottom left hand corner of the photo above? Those are pop rocks. And thus, those are the only reason that my girl wants the science kit. For the candy.

I used to feel the same way about salad and croutons. The only reason I wanted the salad was for the croutons.


I still really like croutons but this dressing really gives croutons a run for their money.


It was supposed to be Caesar dressing, but somehow nutritional yeast and tahini don’t give the most accurate flavor profile to match anchovies.


No matter, as long as I’ve got croutons, I’m set.


Or, maybe pop rocks might be a good addition?

Kinda Sorta Caesar Dressing


1/4 lb firm tofu
1 TBS olive oil
1 TBS nutritional yeast
1 TBS tahini
1 tsp Dijon mustard
1 garlic clove
2 TBS water
1/2 lemon, juiced
Dash of salt to taste


Purée all ingredients in a high speed blender until smooth and creamy. Add more water for a thinner dressing.

She & Him, 39/52



A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014

She : At preschool. Aunt B fixed her hair. Thanks Aunt B.

Him: With his brand new wolf shirt. Thanks Unk C.

P.S. I think you know me well enough by now to note my sarcasm…

Maple Glazed Pumpkin Cookies

It all started with this:


Well, to be perfectly honest, it all started with this:


One cupcake.


Two children.


When Miss Rae and I went to pick up J Man from school today, we didn’t see him right away. Usually kids are lined up beside the bike rack, waiting. Today there was a giant mob of kindergarteners and in the midst of this mob, one very flustered dad trying to hand out birthday cupcakes.

Luckily, there were just enough for all. Well, all kindergarteners.

Little Miss is NOT in kindergarten. There weren’t (nor did I expect there to be) any cupcakes for her.

“Distraught” is a very tame word to describe this situation. There was absolutely wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Thankfully, J Man is a very sweet brother and agreed to share.

Thankfully, we had a special friend waiting for us at home. Distraction is king in this house.

Thankfully, we made cookies.



Pumpkin cookies. As per usual, our treats were not seasonally appropriate being that the most sought after cookie cutters were dinosaurs, hearts and “mouses”.


Our friend Gabby is moving to my beloved Portland. I’m happy for her, but sad for us. And when I say “us”, I mean my kiddos who have fallen head-over-heels in love with this girl.




Maybe it’s because she’s an awesome trampoliner.



We frosted our cookies with maple glaze and then ate too many.

This recipe makes a lot of dinosaurs, hearts and “mouses”. Good thing, because sharing one cupcake is enough sharing for the day. No one wants to share their cookie too.

P.S. I insisted on at least one pumpkin shaped pumpkin cookie. Everyone liked the mouses better.

P.P.S. We’ll miss you, Gabs!


Maple Glazed Pumpkin Cookies


2 cups flour
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/2 tsp ginger
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup brown sugar
3/4 cup earth balance vegan butter
1 TBS molasses
1/2 cup pumpkin purée
1 tsp vanilla

2 cups powdered sugar
1/2 tsp maple extract
2 TBS almond milk

Combine dry ingredients in food processor. Pulse a few times to mix. Add butter (chunked) and pulse until butter is broken up and well dispersed.

In a large measuring cup, mix pumpkin, vanilla and molasses. Add to flour mixture and mix until a soft dough is formed. Press into a circle /disk shape and wrap in Saran. Refrigerate until ready to use.

When ready to cut, roll dough out and cut into desired shapes. Bake for 8 minutes at 350.

Whisk glaze ingredients and dip tops of each cooled cookie in glaze. Let set.

The Night Before

You might have picked up from previous posts that life has been a little stressful.

I’m pretty transparent.

An open book, really.

And I’ve learned some things along the way. Things about managing life.

One thing I’ve learned?


Do NOT keep the gummy vitamins in your car. I had been giving the kids a gummy on the way to school- one less thing to try and do as we’re running out the door. Yeah, they melt. One giant glob of Flintstone is what we’re dealing with now.

But I do have one fabulous piece of advice to share. The one mantra, if you will, that has kept me sane and functioning these last few weeks.

It’s a motto. A motto for life.

The Night Before.

That’s it. The Night Before. Everything and anything that can possibly be done the night before should be done. Do not rest, do not even consider sitting your weary body down in that big comfy chair until you’ve made your life easier for your future self.

What does my Night Before look like?



My yoga clothes for tomorrow (5 am comes early!) followed by the kids choosing their outfits for tomorrow. It should be noted that this is purely an exercise in futility for Miss Rae because the next morning she never wants to wear what she chose the night before.



Lunches are made. I’m committed to this for two more years, but as soon as Miss Rae is in full day Kindergarten, it’s HOT LUNCH FOR EVERYONE! I hope my kids like (vegetarian) mystery meat…


Backpacks are laid out and stocked with show and tell, jog-a-thon pledge sheets (anyone wanna sponsor an adorable Kindergartener?) and library books.


And the most important thing? The keurig is ready. At the push of a button, my coffee awaits.

If I’m completely honest, I have one more trick up my sleeve beyond The Night Before.


A sweet husband who works just as much as I do, yet still cleans the kitchen without even being asked.

I’m a lucky lady.

505 miles in 22 hours and too many burritos

I drove to Boise for a work thing.


For a typical commuter, this isn’t a lot of miles, but my typical drive to work is exactly 1 mile, so I felt pretty hardcore today with 505.

505 miles gives you a lot of (welcome) time to think. My thoughts throughout Washington, Oregon and Idaho, in no particular order:


1. I always start out strong on roadtrips. NO trashy food for me! Just because I’m not in my typical routine doesn’t mean I need to eat junk food!


By Baker City my resolve was out the window. I only eat hot tamales while driving, but now I MUST have them while driving. Of course I got the big pack.

2. Did you know that the speed limit in parts of Idaho is 80 mph??? This totally stressed me out. Picture white knuckles, tense posture, steel-like focus. I went 80, of course. Mostly because I was anxious to get to the mall before it closed (it’s been a loooong time since I’ve been to a mall) and I forgot about the time change! Blasted Mountain time!


Luckily, I made it with 20 minutes to slide right into Banana Republic. I realize this looks like a giant t-shirt, but it’s super cute on and has faux leather sleeves. I’m picturing this with my brown boots. Also, it was originally $150 and I paid $17.

3. By 9:30 pm I was starving and the closest option was Mexican take-out. This is what you get when you order a vegetarian burrito with no cheese at quarter to 10.


A very cheesy burrito. Also, do you see the size of this monstrosity? I’ve included my hand for reference, but that doesn’t really do it justice. This burrito was ENORMOUS. I ate 1/3 and fell asleep watching Conan.

4. 7:00 am: the hardest/easiest 5 miles ever.


Hard because I was stopping every 10 minutes to wait for yet another traffic light. Traffic was insane! Easy because…I was stopping every 10 minutes. Maybe this is how I should run the 1/2 marathon…?

5. Continental breakfast is always bad.


That is, unless you’ve just run 5 hard/easy miles and then it tastes amazing.

6. There is a moth in my car. He’s probably still there. Totally stressed me out. I was certain at any given moment that he was flying down my shirt. Between Mr. Moth and my 80 mph, it’s kind of a miracle that I’m alive.

7. Following my presentation, I was in a hurry to get home and just grabbed the quickest thing for lunch off the freeway.


I typically love Qdoba and it was good, but I was “burritoed-out”. No picture of said burrito cause I don’t use my phone while I’m driving. Anymore.

Fine. My phone was dead. Still, I shouldn’t use my phone while driving.


8. 2nd roadtrip guilty pleasure: Diet Coke. Also, I have a matchbox car and a poker chip in my cup holder. I don’t know why.

9. And because I feel like trash after my hot tamale/burrito/Starbucks (didn’t I mention the coffee?)/Diet Coke binge, this happened.


And when I arrived home, guess what Matty B wanted for dinner? Burritos.

We had corn dogs…and leftover Hot Tamales…

She & Him, 38/52



A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014

She: We brush our teeth in the bathtub.

Him: With his favorite cousin at the cabin.