Archive for August, 2009
I was craving pizza this evening, but wasn’t in the mood for the frozen, processed variety. I figured I had a little extra time so I made my own! My last attempt at whole wheat pizza crust was good, but not perfect! I like my pizza crust with a little crunch to it…last time was more like a yummy breadstick. So tonight I tried to keep it simple.
1.5 cups whole wheat flour
3/4 cup water
1 T olive oil
pinch of salt
I realized after I pulled out the ingredients I was out of yeast…oops. Well I’m stubborn, so I tried it anyways. I sprinkled a little baking powder in the mix, stirred it just a bit, and stuck in a warm corner for a little rest. Meanwhile, I crossed my fingers and attempted to coax the dough into rising just a little. After about 20 minutes I became inpatient, divided the dough in half, and rolled out two personal-sized pizza crusts. A let them sit a few more minutes, poked some holes with a fork, and cooked the crust for about 10 minutes. Then I loaded the toppings on. It was supposed to be “make your own pizza” night, but the hubby had no interest. So I made his too :).
Garlic & Herb Laughing Cow Light Cheese Spread
Roasted red pepper (the last of it :()
Onion & Yellow Pepper marinated in balsamic vinegar
Light cheddar cheese sprinkled on top
Mozzerella string cheese (!)
Roasted red pepper
Onion & Yellow pepper
Shredded turkey slices
Baked ’em til the cheese got all melty (well the string cheese never really melted…) and pizza for two was served!
After several hectic days of traveling (read: no oats for breakfast), my favorite breakfast is back!
Pretty standard bowl: old fashioned oats plus some each of oat bran, wheat germ, flaxseed, cottage cheese, cinnamon, and pecans. Oh and of course a spoonful of peanut butter that got all melty on top. With a big ol’ mug of Spring Blend coffeee on the side. Good way to start the day.
So the plan for the day was to try a bike ride outside– I’ve been sticking to the stationary bike to keep as much weight off my feet as possible, but I realize this isn’t quite the same as riding outside. (Just like the treadmill isn’t quite the same as hitting the pavement). I’ve only gone for a spin outside once so far- it was a blast, but WAY more tiring than the stationary bike. My 2nd attempt quickly failed, as the traffic light leading into the park was broken and wouldn’t turn red. (And I’m a big woos and refused to cross the street without it!) So crossing my fingers attempt #3 will be much more successful, although the sky is awfully threatening looking right now. Half of me says go for it anyways, it might rain race day and I could use the practice. The other half of me says you’re not that good at this yet, don’t mess with trying to do it wet. So we’ll see what happens!
Just when I thought my feet were getting a little bit better, bam! no such luck. So I figure I have 2 options in terms of being ready for my upcoming race.
1. Take it easy. Hope I’ve done enough and just go full out on race day and deal with whatever pain it causes after the fact.
2. Push through it. Be as physically prepared as possibly and hope I can still do it by race day.
Hmm I think I’ll go with unlisted option 3 which is both and neither. I’m going to take it day by day and see what I can do. Yes, that probably means I am missing crucial training workouts. However…I don’t want to be so sore that I can’t enjoy myself at the race. I don’t want to do nothing though because I know I’m not that prepared!!! I’m going to do mini workouts, to help prepare a little and save my feet! So I took immediate action- grabbed my bike and headed just around the neighborhood. I went back and forth up the one little hill I could find to get ready for the “short, steep” hill listed in the race description. I tried to wear my quads out a little so I could mini-brick-it. I hopped off my bike and immediately went for a short run. I obviously wasn’t worn out enough so I didn’t really feel the bike-leg syndrome, but it was good practice none the less!
Big fat negative on the training today. Way to go, self, way to go. We’ll pretend it was supposed to be a rest day and get back to it tomorrow. (Don’t remind me of these things when I’m huffing and puffing on the course and can’t figure out why I can’t finish…) Anyways, enter dinner: roasted red pepper & goat cheese quesadillas:
Sorry it’s a bit blurry, I just couldn’t wait to dive in.
I guess my grocery store has stopped carrying whole wheat wraps, as they haven’t been there the last couple times I tried to grab some. I got tired of waiting for them to start stocking them again (if ever?!) and decided I’d just have to figure out how to make my own. Thus came my homemade whole wheat tortillas!
For 4 medium sized tortillas:
1 cup whole wheat flour (or whatever kind)
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
a bit more than 1/4 cup hot water
Set aside to rise for a bit (does dough rise without yeast..I think so)
Divide into 4 balls. Roll out flat. Place in saute pan over medium heat for a few seconds on each side. Yummmm. A little thicker than normal wraps, not as thick as a pita. Delish!
For the quesadillas I piled on some sauteed onions and some red pepper I roasted last week. Little bit of Light Original Swiss Laughing Cow, pepper, dried basil, and a ton of goat cheese. Heated it up a bit more and instant gourmet dinner. When I was planning this dish in my head I picture some baby spinach leaves, but turns out I used the last of the batch in my soup yesterday. Would have been a great addition, along with some fresh basil leaves. Went perfectly with a little glass of wine…Barefoot Pinot Grigio, my absolute favorite! (and only 5 bucks!–you’d never know)
I have always identified myself by what I do…a dancer…a runner…a scholar…but when that is taken away, what’s left? It’s about time I found out.
I still call myself a dancer and a runner, but if I’m completely honest, it’s been a long time since I’ve really done either. Especially that running part. Well after quite some time of calling myself a runner but never actually running, I decided to dust off the ol’ sneaks, and head out on a run. A little running, a little walking, a little getting lost…but I did it. I was back. The next week, sneakers still by the door, I did it again. 3 miles. Ran the whole thing. Albeit slow, I did it. I felt great…exhilarated…every inch of my body remembering why I used to run all.the.time. Oh, yeah, I hurt…absolutlely frozen to the bone and couldn’t warm up…it was wonderful.
And then it ended. A dull ache in my foot quickly turned into agononizing pain, bruising, and a much unwanted trip to the doctor. The diagnosis? Unknown. Stay off of it for six weeks. In a boot. A beautiful, attractive, ugly blue boot. I listened. I stayed off it. It didn’t get better. Fast forward six months. Unhealed and unknown what’s wrong. My other foot and my hands have decided to provide company to the originally injured foot. With no answers and tired of being sidelined, I decided to jump back in the saddle. Running was out of the question, as was any weight bearing activity…dancing, step, even spinning would prove to be a challenge. Enter the pool. Yup, swimming hurts…but it felt great to be moving. Soon I realized that all though it hurt, as long as I avoided too much resistance, I could manage a bit on the stationary bike. Running still danced in the back of my head….
I needed to dig deep for some motivation. There were lows, and highs..mostly lows. Feeling sorry for myself because I couldn’t run, couldn’t dance, couldn’t wear heels, couldn’t whatever… So I crashed my own pity party and came up with the wonderful (?!) idea of competing in a triathlon. It would give me a reason to bike and swim, and stay away from running for awhile. I’d figure that part out later, I told myself. So with that thought in my head, I swam. and biked. I didn’t run.
And now that lingering triathlon date is approaching. I’m officially signed up. There’s no turning back.
What did I get myself into? Here goes…