So SK and I are going on a fab vacation in 61 days (more on that in another post...wheeee!) and we've totally amped up the exercise routines and have started making seriously serious efforts to eat better. I usually cook dinner, which, if you've known me for any length of time will have your head going "whaaaaaa???" but for real, y'all, I am a pretty badass cook. Yes, my mom still almost passes out each time I tell her about my latest culinary escapade, and yes, I still have MASSIVE fails, but most nights, I make solid meals that I wouldn't be embarrassed to serve to even the most critical of dinner guests, so BOOYAH.
Last night, unfortunately, was not one of those nights.
Sidebar: If you're just tuning in and have noticed that I call my man by only initials, please don't automatically assume I am some snobbish wench that is afraid for our privacy and doesn't want the paparazzi all in our business. My blog address is my first and last name, for heaven's sake. Anonymity is not something I strive for, clearly. The thing is, there are real issues with the paparazzi in our lives, if by paparazzi you mean HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS. SK is a senior-level English teacher at a local high school and a few years ago, I accidentally published his first and last name in a gushy post I had written about our first date, and all of a sudden he's in the middle of a lecture at school and one of his kids pipes up with, "Mr. K, your girl's name is Cheryl and you have a dog and you like to drink wine?" I took down all mention of his actual name that night, in every post it had appeared, and even took down the first date post, just in case, which was a bummer, because it was a great memory. So, just in case you were wondering about the initials, there ya go.
Aaaaanyway...about the food disaster last night.
I bought eggplant. I've heard amazing things about eggplant. I thought, wow, what a great alternative to our normal chicken/pork/beef dinner - let's try eggplant! Right off the bat, SK was skeptical. I put the purple (gourd? fruit - *it does have seeds*? vegetable?) in the cart and he goes, "hmmm...don't trust it." It was totally my goal to make it delicious and trustworthy.
I decided on Eggplant Parmesan, because low-fat cheese and tomato sauce make EVERYTHING awesome, but even while I was slicing and baking and our house was filling with the yummy scent, he still was sketchy about the final product.
For the record, I L-O-V-E-D it. Which is good because SK finished his bowl, pushed it across the table, looked me lovingly in the eye and said, "Please never make that again."
~*~
Tonight, we are carving pumpkins. I am so pumped! The sad thing about Houston Halloween is that it usually stays somewhere in the 89 degree with 98% humidity range until about 16 hours before the actual trick-or-treating takes place, which means that if you prematurely carve your gourd and set it on the porch for all to admire, all they'll see come Halloween night is a puddle-y mess of pumpkin stickifying up your front stoop. So, we slice and dice tonight. Also, we are going to listen to the re-broadcast of The War of The Worlds (http://waroftheworldstribute.com), so I. Am. Stoked.
True, we will just have to throw the empty shells away on Sunday, which seems like a waste, but I'll roast the seeds tonight, and possibly do something with the guts (homemade puree, perhaps? Get Mom the smelling salts...), and maybe we can even have a pumpkin toss like we did last year. SK won $20 from our friend Toby after Toby couldn't hurl our massive pumpkin off our roof, over our pool, and over the fence into the jungle-y uninhabited lot behind our house. The pumpkin cleared the pool, but sadly, hit the fence (or more specifically, the giant thermometer hanging on the fence) and exploded in the back yard. It was not the best decision we've all ever made concerning safety, but it was a great time and we laughed about it for months. Toby has already bet SK he can get his money back this year. Challenge extended!
~*~
To add to the randomness that has become this post, tomorrow I am going with my mom to see Mary Poppins at the Hobby Center. Squeeee!!! I am so excited, I can't stand it. It was my favorite movie when I was little, and when my mom heard it was coming to Houston, she called me immediately. Tomorrow's matinee showing is the only time we both could make it, so we'll be Chim-Chim-Chereeing it up downtown at 2pm!
This is going to be a great weekend...
Last night, unfortunately, was not one of those nights.
Sidebar: If you're just tuning in and have noticed that I call my man by only initials, please don't automatically assume I am some snobbish wench that is afraid for our privacy and doesn't want the paparazzi all in our business. My blog address is my first and last name, for heaven's sake. Anonymity is not something I strive for, clearly. The thing is, there are real issues with the paparazzi in our lives, if by paparazzi you mean HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS. SK is a senior-level English teacher at a local high school and a few years ago, I accidentally published his first and last name in a gushy post I had written about our first date, and all of a sudden he's in the middle of a lecture at school and one of his kids pipes up with, "Mr. K, your girl's name is Cheryl and you have a dog and you like to drink wine?" I took down all mention of his actual name that night, in every post it had appeared, and even took down the first date post, just in case, which was a bummer, because it was a great memory. So, just in case you were wondering about the initials, there ya go.
Aaaaanyway...about the food disaster last night.
I bought eggplant. I've heard amazing things about eggplant. I thought, wow, what a great alternative to our normal chicken/pork/beef dinner - let's try eggplant! Right off the bat, SK was skeptical. I put the purple (gourd? fruit - *it does have seeds*? vegetable?) in the cart and he goes, "hmmm...don't trust it." It was totally my goal to make it delicious and trustworthy.
I decided on Eggplant Parmesan, because low-fat cheese and tomato sauce make EVERYTHING awesome, but even while I was slicing and baking and our house was filling with the yummy scent, he still was sketchy about the final product.
For the record, I L-O-V-E-D it. Which is good because SK finished his bowl, pushed it across the table, looked me lovingly in the eye and said, "Please never make that again."
~*~
Tonight, we are carving pumpkins. I am so pumped! The sad thing about Houston Halloween is that it usually stays somewhere in the 89 degree with 98% humidity range until about 16 hours before the actual trick-or-treating takes place, which means that if you prematurely carve your gourd and set it on the porch for all to admire, all they'll see come Halloween night is a puddle-y mess of pumpkin stickifying up your front stoop. So, we slice and dice tonight. Also, we are going to listen to the re-broadcast of The War of The Worlds (http://waroftheworldstribute.com), so I. Am. Stoked.
True, we will just have to throw the empty shells away on Sunday, which seems like a waste, but I'll roast the seeds tonight, and possibly do something with the guts (homemade puree, perhaps? Get Mom the smelling salts...), and maybe we can even have a pumpkin toss like we did last year. SK won $20 from our friend Toby after Toby couldn't hurl our massive pumpkin off our roof, over our pool, and over the fence into the jungle-y uninhabited lot behind our house. The pumpkin cleared the pool, but sadly, hit the fence (or more specifically, the giant thermometer hanging on the fence) and exploded in the back yard. It was not the best decision we've all ever made concerning safety, but it was a great time and we laughed about it for months. Toby has already bet SK he can get his money back this year. Challenge extended!
~*~
To add to the randomness that has become this post, tomorrow I am going with my mom to see Mary Poppins at the Hobby Center. Squeeee!!! I am so excited, I can't stand it. It was my favorite movie when I was little, and when my mom heard it was coming to Houston, she called me immediately. Tomorrow's matinee showing is the only time we both could make it, so we'll be Chim-Chim-Chereeing it up downtown at 2pm!
This is going to be a great weekend...
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