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On top of spaghetti, covered with my true love

I get made fun of this fact a lot, but I make out a weekly menu before I go grocery shopping.  It’s just a way that I can get my thoughts organized so I don’t go to Wegmans and buy 8 boxes of macaroni and cheese and 2 pears.  That’s entirely possible.

I had originally planned to make little mini turkey meatloafs for dinner tonight.  I’ve been craving a big hunk of meatloaf since all my co-worker Amanda talks about is how much she wants a meatloaf sandwich RIGHT NOW.  I can’t blame her.  I love meatloaf sandwiches.  Meatloaf sandwiches are the best part about making meatloaf.  With ketchup.  Lots and lots of ketchup.

However, this morning, I woke up to Marques giggling like a schoolgirl that we’re supposed to get 8 inches of snow.  The minute I heard that, my carb-loving neurons sang out PASTA PASTA PASTA.  Pasta is definitely my comfort food - it’s definitely the first thing I turn to when I’m feeling blah or uninspired or cold or in the need of something warm.  Thick chewy pasta with a thick, meaty tomato sauce that’s been simmering on the stove all day is exactly what I’m in the mood for.

I started my sauce at 4 p.m. and right now, my apartment smells like the inside of an Olive Garden (minus the breadsticks).  It is safe to say that it smells delicious.  I just dropped some turkey meatballs in and will let those cook in the sauce for another hour and a half.  My ultimate goal here is to curl up on my couch at 9 p.m. with a hot, steamy bowl of spaghetti and meatballs frosted with parmesan cheese while watching Big Love, as I have a giant crush on Margene.

Now would be a good time to talk about my parmesan cheese obsession.  I love parmesan cheese.  I love parmesan cheese, freshly shaved, and I love parmesan cheese from the green can.  I like to call it green can parmesan cheese and I probably go through a can every month.  Marques thinks this is ridiculous, and berates me for it constantly, but I don’t care.  My love affair with parmesan cheese will never die, and these words were never truer spoken.

The week up ahead is going to be a busy week, much like the previous two months.  If you’re not already on the twitter feed, that’s probably the best way to see what I’m up to.  Be prepared for an onslaught of what I’m eating for lunch.

The turkey has landed - in my stomach

So.  The turkey is out of the oven.  I couldn’t figure out exactly how long I was supposed to leave this bird in the oven.  Butterball said 3 and a half to 4 hours.  The package said 5 to 6 hours.  I figured I would leave it in for 5 hours and then see if the little pop-up thing popped up.

It did.

So I took it out.  And I know you’re supposed to let it rest for a half hour, but I was too concerned that it wasn’t cooked, so I started dissecting parts of it to check for pink juices.  Luckily, all juices are clear.  I also took some bites of it, and am pleased to report that my first attempt at cooking a turkey is a success!  My turkey is not that dry (though, to be honest, a little drier than I would’ve liked), the skin is crispy and delicious and even the dark meat is good.

I know I said there would be pictures, but I can’t find my USB cord, so you may have to wait until Monday.  Regardless, I will now eat myself into a turkey coma and then fall asleep in a turkey haze while watching Slumdog Millionaire.

Tomorrow will be spent making turkey stock!  Yum.

Pats on the back to me!

The turkey has landed - in the oven

So.  Today is turkey day.

I woke up at a healthy noon (siiiiigh) and immediately set to work preparing my monstrous bird.

First, I had a bit of trouble removing it from the refrigerator.  Note to self - stop using treadmill and maybe pick up a set of weights every once in awhile. I took it out from the plastic bag and made grimacey faces at the amount of red juice (yes, I know it’s blood, humor me please) that had collected.  Gross.  This is why I don’t make a lot of things with meat in them.

So I rinsed off the red juice and spent about 5 minutes contemplating the metal clamp that was holding the legs together.  This is a very demure turkey.  I tried pulling the legs out but they wouldn’t budge.  Finally, I thought about going to wake up Marques, but then in a rush of adrenaline, my “lift a car off my child” power surge kicked in and I totally got those legs separated.  And then I immediately wished I hadn’t.

Turkey neck!

This was almost gagging.  But I bravely picked it up and out and placed it gingerly on the edge of my sink.  Then I saw some other weird looking piece of meat in there that I couldn’t figure out if it was supposed to be in there or not, so I just took it out.  I hope I didn’t remove like, flavor central from my turkey.  I also got a bit panicked when I couldn’t find the gizzard bag, as my mom told me that one time when she cooked a turkey, she left the bag in and the turkey was ruined.  Marques and I were at the grocery store last night picking up things for turkey leftover dinners and he said, “What happens if you ruin the turkey?” which I thought was pretty mean but it has been hanging over my head since.

I finally found the gizzard bag in the BUTT of the turkey, which also had this weird popup thermometer looking thing.  I was initially concerned that my popup thermometer had broken but luckily, it was on the breast.  I still have no idea what the other one was.

Then I rubbed the turkey down with olive oil, kosher salt and cracked black pepper.  I threw some chopped celery, a cut up orange and about 10 cloves of smashed garlic in the cavity.  And then I put it in the oven.  I hope I didn’t forget anything.  I will probably do that basting thing that people talk about and I also plan to rub the turkey down with butter about 45 minutes before being done.  Yum!

Pictures to come when my turkey is done!  It’s in the oven now and, at the time of this post, has 5 hours and 36 minutes to go.

Things that I am thankful for, in the spirit of the holiday

1.  I am thankful every single day that I have all of my fingers, all of my toes, both of my arms and both of my legs.  I realize this is a silly thing to be thankful for, but I am lucky to have all of these extremities (especially since I hate wearing gloves).  My grandfather lost two of his toes in an accident when I was very young and I can remember staring at the shiny scar tissue, both awed and repulsed at the same time.  I am also a pretty independent person, so I would be quite unhappy having Marques open my peanut butter jar for the rest of my life.  So yes.  Thankful for fingers and toes and arms and legs.

2.  I am thankful to have a boyfriend who would spend the rest of our lives opening my peanut butter jars should any sort of accident befall me.  He would probably even make me a peanut butter sandwich if I asked him nicely.

3.  I am thankful that I have a body that it is working condition with no diseases or illnesses aside from the occasional common cold and , and that I escaped my college years without any sexually transmitted diseases, stomach pumpings from alcohol, or babies.

4.  I am thankful that I have a good job that I enjoy, with a really awesome boss and amazing, hilarious coworkers who like to talk about food as much as I do, and will eat all of my baked goods, even the ones I burn.  I know that there are a lot of people who have jobs that they don’t enjoy, so I feel doubly-thankful that I have never once dreaded going to work while I’ve worked here.  Except on days when it was 95 degrees outside, but that wasn’t really because of work, that was just because I didn’t want to be a sweatmonster while walking to the metro.

5.  I am thankful for Chuck Taylors.  I have been wearing them for quite a long time and this extended period of time has worn any natural foot arch down to nothing.  My feet are essentially duck feet without webbed toes.  So I am thankful for Chuck Taylors for continuing to support my flat feet… which they caused.

6.  I am thankful for kittens and puppies and sneezing panda cubs for being so adorable and providing me many hours of entertainment while at work.  Also LOLcats.

7.  I am thankful for my best friends, who still talk to me after all of these years.  They are all beautiful and fun and so funny and easy to talk to and there are no other people in this world I would rather drink a pitcher of margaritas with.

8.  I am thankful for food, in that I enjoy making it and eating it.  I love cooking and baking things - just last night, I made a giant pot of chili and a giant pan of coconut macaroons for my Mom as a Thanksgiving surprise (I was originally going to make them for Christmas, but I got too excited and made them last night).  I love trying new restaurants and new foods and I love McDonald’s ice cream cones (guilty pleasure).  I am very glad that we do not live in an age of Soylent Green and foods in pill form, even though that would be kind of cool and very sci-fi.

9.  I am thankful for David Bowie.  David Bowie is what I listen to when I feel like dancing.

10.  And of course, I am thankful for my family, who I get to see this weekend.  I have a small family, but it’s fun and not stuffy and not the kind of family that pressures you to go to Yale and not the kind of family that puts out wine and cheese for the holidays.  My family is the kind of family that you play Mario Kart on the wii and argue over board games.  I am really glad that I have the type of family I do, despite all frustrations (my grandma asks 56 questions to everyone, my mom texts me constantly and sends me picture messages of her cats).

So with those ten things, I am out.  I am leaving to go home tomorrow morning, spending 6 hours on the road.  I will spend my time seeing old j-school friends, my best friends, eating Thanksgiving dinner, baking cakes, watching movies with my mom, shopping and being pretty happy.  Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I am the pickiest fat girl you’ll ever meet

I am what you would call an adventurous eater.  I enjoy trying new restaurants, new dishes, new things.  But there are some things that I find incredibly disgusting, and even though I continue walking down their treacherous paths (face it, I never learn anything), I’m always back at the end, gagging.  Here are a few things I can’t stand to eat (or drink):

1.  Any sort of organ meat. I can eat it, sure, but in my head, I get grossed out.  Not because it’s organ meat, but basically because this one time, I was watching the Food Network, I think Iron Chef maybe?  Or maybe Top Chef?  And somebody said that you have to soak kidneys in water for like hours or they’ll taste like pee.  Now everytime I’m presented with an organ meat option, I immediately jump back to that scene and think OMG PEE and instead go with the chicken.

2.  Yogurt, pudding, especially Jello. This is new for me, because I have always loved yogurt and one of my favorite desserts as a kid was pistachio pudding.  I was never a fan of Jello, but I would usually eat it if it was served.  There’s something about the gloppiness that turns me off, the mouthfeel.  A lot of people would consider it “creamy” but I consider it “disgusting”.  I try to eat yogurt anyway, though, because it’s good for me, though I usually try to go with a Greek yogurt or the Yoplait Whips kind.  I stay far away from pudding and I haven’t touched a bowl of Jello since I was a wee girl.

3.  Fish with bones and skin. Actually, any kind of meat with bones, but fishbones are really disgusting to me.  I’m not one of those people who are all like “No, I don’t know want to know that this piece of flesh I am eating is from a living creature!”  I grew up on a farm and there were plenty of people that surrounded us that had cattle they raised for slaughter.  I get that the meat I buy in styrofoam packages is from a living creature.  I just prefer that there be no bones.  Fishbones are the worst - I hate picking around the bones.  And the skin!  When I was 13, we went to a seafood restaurant and I ordered some sort of fish and it came out with the skin on it.  I didn’t know any better, so I ate like half the skin before someone told me I shouldn’t.

As far as meat on the bone, it also grosses me out.  Especially chicken, though I do make an exception for pollo a la brasa.  For this reason, I don’t eat fried chicken, I don’t eat chicken wings and I don’t eat T-bone steaks.  I don’t like the connective tissue and the veins…. oh man, the veins.  Just thinking about it makes me want to hurl, seriously.

4.  Corned beef hash. Every New Year’s Day, my mom would cook a giant pot of corned beef and cabbage (also not a favorite of mine).  Then she would take the leftovers and make corned beef hash, which I absolutely HATE.  The smell of it, the taste of it, everything about it makes me gag.  I hate watching any tv show that features corned beef hash prominently (Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives, I’m looking at you) because I instantly flashback to 6 year old me, sitting at the breakfast bar in our kitchen, staring at a plate of crispy crunchy mushy corned beef hash that my mom had just made.  I have not eaten a plate of corned beef hash since I was 6.

5.  Grapefruit and coffee. There a lot of people in this world that start their mornings off with grapefruit and coffee.  My grandma used to, and I always found it odd.  I love oranges and citrus fruits but I cannot stand grapefruit - not even with sugar on it.  As for coffee, I can and will drink it, but it has to have so much milk and sugar in it that it probably doesn’t even count as coffee when I’m done with it.

6.  Sweet potatoes. I have tried and tried and tried to like sweet potatoes.  I’ve eaten them as chips, baked with brown sugar and honey, mashed, and french fried.  I like them as french fries, but everything else can go.  Every year around this time, I always contemplate buying a sweet potato and then I remember how much I hate them.

7.  Meat in the morning. Oh my gosh, no.  Please do not serve me bacon, sausages, ham, steak, pork chop, whatever in the morning.  I will eat cold pizza in the morning, leftover lo mein noodles, cereal, a piece of bread, a chunk of cheese, whatever.  But do not try to serve me a full breakfast.  Also, no on the eggs.  I occasionally get a craving for a fried egg sandwich, but that’s maybe once every few months.  I am not a breakfast person except for, of course, cereal.

8.  Juice. I don’t like any sort of fruit juice except apple juice and even then, it has to be watered down.  But my goodness do I love sugar-free Kool-Aid with no nutritional value.

9.  My biggest food hates are probably mushrooms and bell peppers. At one point, I actually told my dear friend Cara that I hate these two things more than rapists.  I cannot STAND roasted red peppers, portabella sandwiches, stuffed mushrooms, anything with these things.  I always force myself to eat something with one of these ingredients and I am always heartily sorry after I do it.

10.  Wine. It’s almost a blasphemy that I say this, but I can’t get behind wine.  I’ve had two wines in my life that I enjoyed and both were local wines.  I don’t drink very often, either, so that could be the reason.  I always want to drink wine and everytime we go into Trader Joe’s, I always think about buying a bottle but every time that I do, I drink two sips, shudder, and pour the rest down the drain.  We have dusty wine glasses in our cabinet that I bought, hoping that we could be wine-o-philes.  Give me a glass of cherry Kool-Aid anyday.

Pumpkin roundup

Although I’m a little burnt out on pumpkin-flavored things (eating pumpkin butter out of the jar will do that to you), here are some good pumpkin recipes. If you get that autumn-pumpkin craving, you should try a few of these:

Pumpkin cookies with orange frosting - These look delicious.  Cookies are good all by themselves, but with frosting, I’m pretty sure they’d be heavenly.

Pumpkin pie ice cream with salted caramel sauce - I almost want to marry the woman who made this.  This is the best thing I think I’ve found on the internet in a really long time.  I want to swim my way through a pool of salted caramel sauce.

Chocolate pumpkin pie bars - These also sound delicious!

Pumpkin pie brownies - I love brownies.  I love pumpkin pie.

Pumpkin, pecan, and white chocolate muffins - Melting…

Pumpkin cheesecake with caramel sauce - Still melting…

Pumpkin pancakes - I almost made these this past weekend, topped with pumpkin butter (because I figured I should find another use for it other than eating it with my fingers)

Homemade pumpkin spice latte (in a crockpot) - this seems like an awful lot of work.  I’m lazy.  But it looks delicious.

Paula Deen’s pumpkin butter cake - I made this one year for Thanksgiving and honestly, it was way better than pumpkin pie.  Don’t tell pumpkie pie I said that.

Pumpkin doughnuts - Doughnuts are one of those foods I don’t let myself eat because I know that if I eat one, I’ll eat three.  But these sound really really delicious.

Happy pumpkin eating!

Jesus is just all right with me (but not Bill Maher)

Today, I am in a bad mood. I woke up in a bad mood. I am in a bad mood for biological reasons as well as just general annoyance at the world.

I always feel bad for Marques when I’m in a bad mood because I take it out on him. It’s nothing personal, it’s just that he’s pretty much the only person I see or talk to on the weekends and taking it out on Random Target Shopper is probably in pretty poor taste. Marques loves me even when I’m a grumpface, so I don’t have to worry about, you know, being punched in the face.

Not that Random Target Shopper would punch me in the face. But people are crazy. You never know.

Last night, Marques and I went to see “Religulous”, which, while I was watching it, I though was hilarious. But afterward, I realized it was really only mildly entertaining and I got annoyed at the premise. I am not a religious person in any way, and neither is Marques. It works out well for us, this heathen lifestyle. But I do have a few friends who are quite religious who are actually not nutbags, and so it was annoying for me to see Bill Maher find the craziest religious people out there. I understand it makes for a hilarious movie and all that, sensationalism, whatnot.  I just wish that Maher had entertained the idea that mostly, instead of crazy laws and guidances on how to live one’s life, most of the religious people I know embrace religion as a form of comfort.

That being said, some people are just really into their religion, and everything it entails.  Do I believe in creationism?  Goodness no - as much as I hated science classes, I seem to believe in it an awful lot.  But it doesn’t make people who believe in creationism stupid - it makes their belief system different.  I don’t particularly think creationism should be taught in any public school as it is not a scientific theory, but I don’t see anything wrong with creationism being taught in a public school under religious studies.  I think that people on both sides of the board think the other side is unenlightened, and that’s really the main problem with religion as it is today.  In my personal, heathen opinion.

Though I’ll be honest - Scientology is pretty hilarious.  Anything to do with aliens gets a thumbs up in my book.

Today is a lazy Sunday, spent with a giant pot of homemade marinara sauce bubbling on the stove for hours (pictures and recipe tomorrow).  I started making my cookies for Cookiefest tomorrow and I also promised Marques I’d whip him up a batch of homemade salsa (extra spicy).  We ate very poorly this weekend (I bought a bag of M&Ms on Friday night and they are…. almost gone.  Yikes) with greasy giant burgers and mall food so our tummies are ready for actual vegetables soon.

This week feels like a half-week since next weekend, I’ll be traveling south (yes, I’ve made sure my route south will hit as many Sonics and Sheetz as I possibly can) to congregate with Lorrie and Jasmine, two of my best friends.  I’m pretty excited to have girl-time as I never ever get to have girl-time because, well, I don’t know anyone here.  I’m really excited to see my friends, especially in such a quaint little town like Floyd.  I hope to get my hoedown on at the Friday night jamboree.

Please keep your Cookiefest fingers crossed for me tomorrow, as I am up against some pretty formidable opponents (or at least, they have easier ingredients).  Pictures of all our cookies will be up tomorrow afternoon.