Spent the weekend up north, camping one night and attending a wedding the second night. 

It was so much fun, even though I didn’t do any traditional workouts and ate TERRIBLY!  But we walked everywhere, did a lot of running around on the beach, swam, climbed dunes, etc., so I can’t feel too bad 🙂

Now it is back to the grind and back on track with my runs/workouts.

Hope you all had a great weekend!

Recipe of the Month, August: Caramelized Onion Frittata


I have always thought that “Frittata” was Italian for, “unnecessarily hard way to cook eggs”, but I was actually very wrong.  Frittata means, “An open-face omelet with other ingredients, such as cheese or vegetables, mixed into the eggs rather than used as a filling”.

Don’t say I never taught you anything…

I am actually surprised, because “fritatting” (the verb I just invented which means “to make a frittata”) is very simple!  It is much easier than making omelet in my opinion, but I suppose it depends on your delivery.

This is a very low-maintenance  recipe and very easy to throw together. Without a carnivore around to eat the Italian sausage that it calls for, I opted to use mushrooms instead (also adding some low-fat, shredded mozerella to make up for any lost flavor that the sausage would have added).

I know that some of you are thinking, “wait, she is a vegetarian, yet she eats eggs?”.  Yes, I do.  But only from cage free, well taken care of chickens bought at farmers’ markets or from my friend’s chickens.  Plus we are here to talk about recipes and not food morals, so back to the cooking… (jk)

I followed the recipe just as it is written, except for the substitution of mushrooms, and you might notice from the picture that I used a purple onion.

Look at my old-school casserole dish from the 70′s. Sometimes I feel like my blog should be, “Cooking in the Ghetto”. There is nothing like cooking in a dish and appliance deficient kitchen to make you think more heavily about marriage and registries.

Putting it all together as instructed, I popped it in the oven and waited patiently for my creation to be ready :)

Cook up well, little eggs!

I ended up cooking this for 15 minutes because it just didn’t look quite done.  And may I just note that I do not support the “finger poke method”.  You really want me to jam one of my unlucky phalanges into something that has been sitting in a 350 degree box for 15 minutes?  I don’t think so.

I use the “jiggle method”.  It also works with baked goods, but if you jiggle it and there is no movement, 9 times out of 10 it is done in my experience.  Sorry about that 10th.

Looks ok from here…

So, I am an official Frittater (the noun I just made up used to describe one who makes a frittata).  I honestly wasn’t in love with the end product of my concoction, but I bet it is very tasty with the sausage, and I am glad that I now know how to make a frittata and can change things out and try different variations!

You can find the recipe on paleOMG.com, and good luck my fellow Frittaters!

I definitely scored low in the “presentation” category. Look at Peyton looking at me like, “that looks awful”. I don’t know where she got her opinionated side from. (Certainly not me.)

Down another 2!

So far so good on my goal to drop 2 lbs a week (only 2 weeks in a row, but every victory is just that, a VICTORY!)

I had fun training some friends and Paul last night in a group conditioning type workout. They did an awesome job, and it is just so much fun and such a great feeling sharing what I know and helping people get active and be healthy. Although Paul hates it, he is a great person to practice training on because he really tests my ability to communicate clearly about form and what he should be feeling.

I am convinced that if we ever break up it will be during a workout 🙂 But he worked so hard.

A hardcore lifting session is in order tonight after a 4 mile run, and then headed up north for the weekend!

Have a great Friday!

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So this was my morning:

I am the new owner of an iPhone thanks to a water attack I launched on my Blackberry night before last. Yes, I spill even in my sleep…

So anywho, last night, I set the alarm on my new phone, and slide off into my restful slumber.

On Fridays, I need to be into work at 7am, but as I opened my eyes this morning, not to the prompting of an alarm, I just knew that it was right around that time. Sure enough, with a glance at my watch it is 6:56.

“SHIT!”

I throw the covers and pillows off me, no doubt hitting Paul in the face, miss-step getting out of bed, tip into my bed-side table banging it into the wall, and then I manage to stumble over cat and dog into the bathroom to try and get my life together.

Thankfully I was smart last night and piled my clothes in the bathroom so that I could avoid waking up Paul… which I’m sure was a failure after yelling expletives and banging furniture.

I do my best to cover up the gross “Wrath of the Titans” blemish I have going on right in-between my eyes, throw my hair back and race downstairs. Feed cat, grab purse, grab phone, my workout clothes for later, and race out the back door, locking it behind me feeling pretty good about the 6 minute get-ready pace I had just accomplished….then that feeling was shattered with the slam of the locked door when I realized that I failed to grab my keys.

I have uttered exactly 4 words out loud at this point, and none of them are appropriate for primetime television.

We don’t have a hide-a-key, and all doors are solidly locked. Our dog doesn’t bark, and in fact is still sleeping with Paul, so my options are to either break in or somehow get him to wake up.

I call his phone, but we both sleep with our phones on silent, so I know that it is a lost cause. I decide to try and throw stones at our bedroom window closest to him, but there isn’t a lot of room on that side of the house. It is basically a narrow path that separates our house and our neighbor’s driveway, but I hauled off and launched a rock at the window anyway. Making a meager noise, it bounced off and made an even louder noise hitting the windshield of my neighbor’s car.  With a “deer in headlights” glance into all of their windows, I make sure that no one saw or heard before I dart off behind our house.

Plan B: bang loudly on the back door… which was pointless seeing as there is no way he would hear me all the way from the back door, through the kitchen, living room, up the stairs and down the hall way… did I mention that he also sleeps with a fan set to high right next to his head?

Plan C required me to get creative. I needed to throw something non-destructive at the siding on the other side of the house, where the window is in the closet, but a direct shot to his ear, opposite the fan. I remembered that we had a lacrosse ball in the yard, so after scouting it out, I proceeded to hurl it at the siding right next to the window. I couldn’t throw it at the window seeing as it was open, and knowing my luck it would have gone straight through the screen.

4 shots in, while semi-yelling his name in hopes of it being loud enough to reach Paul, but not our neighbors, his face appears in the window.

My favorite part is that he looks at me and just says, “Yeah?”, as if I might be out there for some other reason than needing his assistance. “Oh just down here for some off-hour, romantic gesture… I locked myself out.”

I don’t know why this poor guy stays with me…. every day is like an adventure with the chronically hazardous, and he is always there to fix whatever I have gotten myself into.

He’s a good guy 🙂 And somehow, I was only 20 minutes late to work.

Until my next hazard…