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Dinner

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Sam and I are trying to get into a dinner routine. Trying to cook something new or more involved each week.

Our usual recipes include Cajun chicken Alfredo, rice and marinated chicken, something perogi based, pizza (from scratch), soft pretzels (from scratch) and wraps (chicken, turkey, veggie). We also make veggie tacos using Morningstar fake meat once a week.

So far we’ve experimented with chili, chowder and stew (slow cooker woo!!). This morning we shared a big omelette. I cooked it up with black beans, salsa, and cheese. We threw on some cilantro and oregano from our new spice rack and put some taco sauce on the side to dip it in. It was awesome.

Our big success lately has been breading our own chicken with panko. We have tried pan frying and baking it. Using egg in the coating and without. We also have let the chicken breasts marinate in buttermilk (which was awesome) before coating it with panko.

Anyways, here’s a picture of our meal from Thursday night. Sam did most of the cooking. She used a panko, corn meal and flour breading with some random spices. We served it with green beans and both honey mustard and Franks hot sauce for dipping.

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Sam says the leftover chicken was good cut up in a salad the next day. If it had any failing it was that we didn’t put enough spices into the breading. It was a little bland by our standards (we really like our food spicy).

New Year’s

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Just after midnight Sam starts stirring on the couch.

“Happy New Year’s Honey” I proclaim.

“Cross Back,” she mumbles.

“What?”

“Cross Back,” she says again.

“I don’t understand.”

“Go Backwards.”

“Still lost.”

“Walk Backwards.”

I scoot back from the couch a few feet.  “Oooookay.”

“My throat really hurts,” she says as she sits up a a little.

“I’ll get some water.”

I bring the water back and she drinks a whole bunch before rolling over and falling back asleep.

My girlfriend and her cute delirious rants rock. 🙂

Anniversary

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Whoa.  Didn’t see that one coming.  Apparently today is our one year anniversary.

So in honor of Sam and I’s one year anniversary here is a cute picture of Ginger.

So…

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So I’m not going to have time to write 750 words this morning in the next, 8 or so minutes.  It’s just not enough time.

I am quite proud that Sam and I got up this morning to exercise before work.  Her to do some morning yoga stretches or something or another (I don’t do yoga…. hate it).  Me to ride my exercise bike for twenty minutes.  And I did take it rather easy, my calf, for obvious reasons, doesn’t feel the best.  But I thought getting some blood pumping through the bruise would be good for it also.

I had a very strange dream last night.  Two actually.  Unfortunately the first came right before the first alarm went off and instantly disappeared into the mist when I went to sleep for another 15 minutes.

In the second though I was living in this same apartment sometime in the near future.  Oscar was dead (my cat).  While walking through the dinning area of my apartment the floor boards started to rumble.  They started cracking and a box pushed up through the floor boards.  It was Oscar.  I had apparently buried him underneath the floor of our apartment when he died.

I picked up the box and tried to keep him in it while he kept trying to get out.  At first he clearly dead and rotting like a zombie cat would be, but as the dream went on he kept getting healthier and healthier until at the end of the dream I let him out of the box because he was perfectly fine.

While this was going on Sam was on the phone (in my dream) with someone who was telling her to pick up her two pets.  These two pets they were referring to had died when she was a child and they wanted her to pick up their now animated bodies.  I kept telling her to hang up, and she finally told the person she wasn’t driving to Madison to pick up some quasi-alive animals.

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What I really got out of the dream, or what caused me to think when I woke up was that when Oscar pushed out of the floorboards in his box there was dirt everywhere.  When I woke up I immediately knew this wasn’t right.  I live on the third floor, there wouldn’t be dirt.

Then I got thinking.  I don’t like that there isn’t dirt underneath my floor.  That kind of bugs me.

Time for work.  418 words. Not bad for a quick morning entry.