Cheese!

March 9th, 2010

One of the things I bust out when I talk about how crafty I am or how into eating local I am is that I like to make my own cheese. Through one of my various blog obsessions, I found the link to this yogurt cheese recipe. Since last night we were going to an Oscar party and had bought 3 giant tubs of greek yogurt from Costco on Friday, I thought I’d give it a try.

First, this recipe is damn simple. Place cheesecloth in a sieve, put sieve on top of mixing bowl, let sit in fridge for 2 hours, squeeze excess whey out of cheese cloth, put into bowl, mix with seasoning. What happens is that all of the excess whey drains out of the yogurt through the cheesecloth, leaving only milk solids. The result is a tangy cheese about the consistency of cream cheese or a spreadable goat cheese. And if you use low fat or no fat yogurt, you’ve got a low calorie treat! Heck, use full fat yogurt, it’s still good for you. The teaspoon of olive oil I added to the final result probably added some calories, but not enough to care. I used Fage greek yogurt, but that was only because we had a bunch on hand. You could use plain storebought yogurt or homemade yogurt. (Though if you use homemake yogurt, it’ll probably have to drain for longer than 2 hours, since homemade yogurt is usually runnier than storebought)

Once you have your yogurt cheese out of the cheese cloth, wash your cheesecloth! Then, season your cheese to taste. Use the seasonings in the link above, or get creative! If you’ve got fresh herbs in your garden, this would be delightful with basil, rosemary, garlic, olive oil and a little bit of salt and pepper. If you want something sweeter, maybe agave syrup and roast walnuts with a touch of cinnamon. This would probably also be fun with curry powder, a jerk chicken rub, herbs de provence or Penzey’s Mural of Flavor. (If you don’t shop at Penzey’s for spices, you need to. Now.) I seasoned mostly according to recipe, though I used a smoked finishing salt I got for Christmas, used a little cayenne & cumin instead of paprika, skipped the dried onions, parsley and chives, because I didn’t have any. Still, this was easy enough and tasty enough with carrot sticks that I can’t wait to incorporate this into our usual diet.

If you’ve ever wanted to make cheese but been too intimated to try, trust me, it’s really easy. I think the thing that keeps me from making cheese the most is that it feels wrong to make it using store bought milk and not farmer’s market milk (and it tastes so. much. better. with farmer’s market milk). But this is easy, simple and delicious. And if you can do this, it’s an easy stepping stone to making your own mozzarella. The hardest part with that is getting the rennet and food grade citric acid, but a good cooking supply store (or Amazon) will have both.

Running: This Time Without Zombies

March 4th, 2010

If you know me in real life or on one of the various social networking sites I’m on, you’ll know that I’ve been working my way through the Couch to 5K running program since September, when my almost mother-in-law guilted my fiancee and I into running a Thanksgiving 5K Turkey Trot with her. I decided that if I was going to run a race, I had to actually work on running, so I started the program. (Side Note – I never actually ran that race. Two days before, I went jogging with my AMIL and twisted my left ankle really badly. I was pretty much crushed)

After 3 or 4 extremely poor workouts, I spent $3 on an iPhone app and hoo mama, how that changed things! Not having to look down at a watch and say ‘has it been 90 seconds? I think it’s been 90 seconds. OK, it’s been 30 seconds, but I’m calling it anyway” or realized that you’ve been walking for 4 minutes instead of two really does wonders. And more importantly, it started getting fun. And by fun, I mean not fun at all, but I am the kind of person who really enjoys being able to check things off a list or view my progress. (Side note #2 – No, I have no idea which app I have. I think maybe the first one, though neither actually looks like my app. Of course, I haven’t upgraded my Touch software since Apple rolled out new versions because I hate being nickel & dimed. It’s bad enough I had to pay $10 to get access to the app store, now you want me to pay another $7 for non-critical upgrades?)

And what worked out even better is that I started jogging on my lunch break. It’s not perfect, as my returns to the office are red-faced and sweaty and I end up changing in a bathroom, but I literally have no excuse not to do it (except, well, lunch. And bad weather). It’s in the middle of the day, so I can’t sleep through it or “I’ll go in 10 minutes” my way out of it. Plus I can enjoy the scenery instead of staring at a treadmill. (Side Note #3 – I hate treadmills. I’d rather have a hamster wheel. It’s easier to set and adjust your pace when you’re actually running than on a treadmill. Plus I won’t shame myself into slowing down)

At first, I was really frustrated because my feet hurt all the time. I got a slightly better pair of running shoes designed for overpronators and running suddenly got a whole lot easier. Then I felt like my muscles were strong enough that I could run for longer periods of time, but I didn’t have the endurance built up. (Side Note #4 – a diagnosis of exercise asthma and an inhaler did wonders to help me breathe better!) Then I did my first 15 minute jog and realized that yes, yes I could. Today, I just finished week 8 day 1 of the program. That’s a 28 minute jog. I bold it because I find that utterly astonishing. And now, of course, the opposite has occurred. I feel like I have the endurance to do these runs (well, kind of), but not the calf strength. I’m sure I’ll vacillate between both in building up my strength.

I’ve got my first 5K coming up at the end of next month. I’m excited. I’m spending more money on athletic clothes than I am on regular clothes. The only part of my tax refund that isn’t going to bills or saving is going to buy me a (desperately needed) new pair of running shoes. And the thing is, I’m discovering that these kind of systems, where you have guidelines, start small and build up really work for me. I tend to be an all or nothing kind of girl. If I do something, especially as a fat girl doing something athletic, I have to do it, do it hard and be the best at it. Increments help me do that without hurting myself and building the strength I need to do it properly.

I have a feeling that hundred pushups will be next. They even have pushup logger for accountability (otherwise known as boring the crap out of my friends on facebook).

This is long and rambly, but the end result is that because I’ve been doing this program, I feel better and stronger (and yes, have lost a little weight, but that’s not the point) and I am excited about fitness. That never happens. Who knew?

March 2nd, 2010

You know, one would think that working out a lot and gaining a lot of muscle mass would lead me to crave healthier foods. Instead, I crave fried things. Lots and lots of  fried things. And cheese. Oooh, fried cheese things…

Is it too early for spring cleaning?

March 1st, 2010

So, when I get bored, I automatically default to cooking or cleaning (or, given enough notice or slow cooker, both). This morning (OK, this afternoon), I woke up and just wanted to clean.

After taking care of wiping off the counters and vacuuming, it was time for the fridge. I signed up for The Kitchn Cure, and while the fridge was fairly decent, it was good to go through it. Before:

After:

It doesn’t look like a lot, but believe me, there was. Threw out an old gallon of milk, moldy jam, mustard best by 2008, beets I pickled last summer, etc… Honestly, I forgot about my cabinets, but they’re in fairly decent shape. I need to figure out what to do with all of my pints of pickled peaches, since I’ve got about 6 pints of them.

I also have IKEA SLOM bottles, which I cannot recommend enough. They’re cheap and awesome! I woke up wanting to fill one with pink lemonade iced tea, a great caffeine free, chemical free tasty drink. Unfortunately, my dishwasher loves to spew stuff into them and I had some stuff in there at the bottom that wouldn’t scrub off. After consulting the internet, I put some raw rice at the bottome and shook it until kingdom come. It worked! And I got a cool picture out of it.

The other thing that I am over the freaking moon about, is that I finally did the mending!

I’ve had 6 tank tops and a ripped nighty sitting on my desk since probably September and yet I’ve never actually gotten around to shortening them. In my head, sewing requires so much prep work and set up… plugging in and threading a machine seems too time consuming compared to picking up knitting and going. But these days I have a fabulous, easy to use, easy to thread, impossile to horribly snarl the bobbin sewing machine. I keep forgetting that I’m no longer using my mom’s old machine and that I have a fabulous machine I bought a few years ago. It works, it works weel and I can make pretty things with it! Like an apron I finished last week (pics forthcoming, I still need to iron it, which requires about as much psyching up for as setting up the sewing machine). I’ve got a bunch of dress patterns and fabric and I need to actually use it.

Anyway, rather than just laundry listing my accomplishments, I thought I’d talk about why. I think I default to cleaning, cooking and organizing because putting my surroundings in order means I’m putting myself in order, somehow. It’s hard to be unhappy in your surroundings when they’re clean and organized. It’s a never-ending process and I always feel like I’m behind somehow, so it’s nice to feel like I’ve caught up.

Feeling Strong

February 24th, 2010

I don’t do graduals. I don’t.

It’s weird. I wake up one day and notice that I’ve gained 30 pound, freak out because I’m so fat, how could I have gotten this way, oh my gods, none of my pants fit, I’m going to die sad, fat and alooooooone! (Please notice that in these freakouts, my loving, wonderful, light of my life fiancee vanishes into the abyss. Have fun done there, honey!)

So, somewhere in the middle of this ‘I’m so faaaaaat’ freakout (which lasted a good six months), I started taking pilates. It was taught by a friend of mine at my job. All I had to do was change on my lunch break and walk 300 feet. It was also a steal at $6 a class if you bought a series. I bought a series. My first class was Friday at lunch.

On Saturday, I couldn’t walk, bend or laugh without pain. I’ve never had a lot of core strength. I have friends who’d love to hang out in plank all day, while I’d rather chill in down dog. I hated every single moment of those classes. So I added the Tuesday series the next classes came around.

And suddenly, one day (several months later), I got stronger. I kept pushing myself, but it was easier. My instructor pointed it out to me. Little by little, I began to see progress. I went from doing pilates roll ups as feet down, knees up with my feet popping up in the air every time I did one. Then, one day, they didn’t. Then, Friday, I tried my legs straight out and where before they’d end up flying up in the air, they stayed flat on the ground. I’m telling you, I damn near threw myself a parade.

Progress happens slowly. I first started taking pilates class a year and a half ago. If I didn’t go twice a week, every week, I probably wouldn’t be where I am. And I’m still fat. But the most fantabulous thing of all is that I feel strong. It’s something to remind myself of when I’m having a bad body day. That I may hate this thing, but it works. It’s the only one I got. And it can do things now that it couldn’t have done before. And that’s pretty freaking awesome.

Carrot Sticks!

February 23rd, 2010
No bunnies, alas.

No bunnies, alas.

Baby carrots are of the devil. No really. They’re carrots whittled down into smaller carrots. Boo. So, today I made us some carrot sticks and put them in a mason jar with some water in to keep it fresh. A little more time intensive, a good amount less guilt.

Let’s Give it Up for Vaginas!

February 21st, 2010

I’m getting ready to go to my second performance of The Vagina Monlogues. I’m in a community theatre production supporting V-Day. While a lot of people perform in this as an empowering act, a way to reclaim themselves, really, I’m just doing it for fun. There was no particular meaning behind my auditioning. A friend was directing and I thought it’d be fun.

But in doing this, I’m reminded again of the magic of theatre. I work in the performing arts and the magic of a professional theatre production is a completely different and still fabulous animal. But community theatre throws a disparate group of people together, people who aren’t getting paid and have no reason to do it but for the art of it, and they make magic. You could argue, and rightfully so, that professional actors have no reason to act but for the art of it. And having known many actors and other theatre professionals on the verge of making it, I would wholeheartedly agree. But the ‘let’s have a show in the barn!’ aspect of community theatre warms the cockles of my heart, every time. I’ve made friends I’m hoping to keep for years, raised money for domestic violence, and gotten on stage in front of people and acted for the first time since high school. I took a monologue that’s always been my least favorite of the show and turned it into something I can be proud of. That’s kind of extraordinary.

And I can hear you saying, “But Christina, The Vagina Monologues have been around for 15 years! They’re not really relevant anymore, are they?” And while the one-two punch of the Bosnian woman monologue no longer feels as relevant as it did in 1999, rape is still a systematic tactic of war in places across the world, including horrifying atrocities done to women in The Congo. And every time I’ve been to a performance (10 productions and counting), I’ve encountered people who’ve never been there before who learn something. I think it’s a testament to this show that most doctors DO warm up the duck lips! And also, raising money for causes at home and overseas? Never irrelevant.

Support your local vagina. Go see The Vagina Monologues.

Hello, Internets!

February 18th, 2010

Welcome to my blog. I hope this will be a place of craftiness, canning, baking, fitness and just a little bit of pagan spirituality. Delightful!