Peace, cold, and quiet after the storm subsided Sunday.
Sometimes I hear a song that I just can’t get enough of and I listen to it ALL. THE. TIME. until I get sick of it. Not unlike when I stumble upon a new food and eat it every day for two weeks. Hmmm I’m noticing a trend. What does this say about me?!
Anyway, right now I have three songs on repeat. The one thing they have in common—well, after Juicy J and Ne-Yo—is that they make me want to dance. So turn up your volume and get down with your bad self! It is Saturday after all.
“She Knows” Ne-Yo ft. Juicy J
“Time of our Lives” Pitbull & Ne-Yo
“I Don’t Mind” Usher ft. Juicy J
You will be saying “monay monay monay” for the rest of the day.
Aaaaand we’re back! This week’s food crush is a beverage. I first read about the wonder elixir that is Pom + Coconut in Women’s Health and was immediately intrigued. I’m not crazy about straight pomegranate juice nor straight coconut water, but this? This sounded intriguing. WH touted the great benefits of drinking this after a workout. An honorable thought, but one that I ignored. (I already have a post workout routine. And if you know me, you know it takes a lot to change my routines.) But, I figured if it’s good after a workout, it’s good after a night out! And I was right. You’re welcome. Neither too sweet nor too tart, this drink is Goldilocks, which is to say it’s just right. Move over Gatorade.
Basically, this beverage is perfect for any occasion.
It’s Food Crush Friday! Kind of like Man Crush Monday, but on Friday, and with food.
I am always on the prowl for a great snack to satisfy my mid-morning munchies. Once I find something I like, I fall hard and go all in eating the same thing for a few weeks until I eventually get sick of it. So I hop from food crush to food crush.
For the past few weeks that crush has been KIND bars.
Why I love them: The perfectly sized bars are satisfying and keep me from busting into my lunch at 10 a.m. The short and sweet ingredient list—things I recognize and can pronounce!
Below, my favorite three kinds. (Get it?) You can go ahead skip over the fact that two are covered in chocolate.
As the title of this post suggests, I am getting back in the game. The blogging game that is. I am rejoining everyone and their* dog in the blogosphere, but I am going to be different. I am going to be unique! But how? This is the issue I have been wrestling with as I have tried to decide whether or not to fire up the blogging engines again.
Clearly, I’ve fired them up—temporarily at least. While I do not know exactly what is going to come of this, I do know that sometimes I just need to sing along with Sara Bareilles REALLY loud. You can relate. Oh, just me? Okay. She gets me inspired! (Go listen now!)
Anyway, here’s to being different, and the posts to come.
*Technically, it should be “his/her” instead of their, but “his/her” just ruined the flow of that sentence. Creative liberty for the win?
I didn’t know I was in love, but I think it started on a drive from Missouri to Iowa. Rolling green fields parallel I-35, and there, enjoying the sunshine in one of those fields, was the object of my desire – a horse. It was but a fleeting glance at 75 mph, yet it was all that was needed to set in motion a newfound obsession.
It wasn’t long after that my parents and I drove past some horses happily grazing on a farm in northern Iowa, and I told them – I think I want a horse.
Lots of little girls go through horse phases. “Daddy, can I have a pony for my birthday?” But I was not one of those little girls. Growing up, I had my fair share of interactions with horses at birthday parties and summer camp, but I never felt any special attraction to the animal. (Dogs rule, ya know?)
I was lucky enough to be home this year for the spectacular event that is the Iowa State Fair. Not one for rides, I made my rounds through the animal barns: dairy cows, calves, big steers, little piglets, sheep, goats and even an ostrich, but you bet your britches the horses were my favorite. On my first visit, I only admired the animals in their stables. On my second visit though, the horse barn was full of beautiful, black Draft horses. They were huge, magnificent creatures. I stepped up to look at one named Grace who was munching on hay, but as I approached she lifted her head, and I was able to stroke her soft, velvety nose. Oh, I was smitten.
As luck would have it, I got an even closer encounter the next day. There are horse stables in town that back up to a bike trail, and on the route home I decided to hop off and check out the horses. Not only did I get to check them out, but two of them moseyed over and stuck their heads over the fence and let me pet them. They were sweet, sweet horses and I offered them some handfuls of the grass they’d been grazing on. They readily accepted my offer then proceeded to lick my hands, and I was one happy girl.
I was totally lost for dinner ideas last week. I had an abundance of quinoa but that was about it. A trip to the store and a few canned goods later, I had an idea. I was going to make some kind of Mexican quinoa casserole. It was great! You’ll have to forgive the loose measurements below, as I was wingin’ it.
The Food: Quinoa, Black Beans, Corn
3/4 C. dry Quinoa
1 can black beans, rinsed
1 can corn, drained
1 can diced green chiles
1/2 jar salsa (I used medium)
1/2 C-ish grated cheese (I used colby jack)
Heaping spoonful fiesta ranch yogurt dip (My roommate’s concoction. Mix dry packet fiesta ranch dip w/ non-fat Greek yogurt)
Preheat oven to 350.
In saucepan, combine 3/4 cup dry quinoa, 1/4 t salt and 1.5 C. water. Bring to a boil then cover and reduce to a simmer for 18-20 minutes. Fluff with a fork.
In a medium mixing bowl, combine all ingredients. Stir well to make sure everything is incorporated. Pour into greased casserole dish.
Bake for 30-35 minutes or until golden brown on top. I kicked the oven up to 375 for the last 5 minutes because I was getting impatient. *Optional, top with crumbled tortilla chips. Enjoy!
The Food: Mexican Quinoa Casserole