Make Mine Milk Bar

Maddy's 24th birthday was last week, and per tradition, she got to pick her meal and cake.  This cinnamon bun pie from Momofuku Milk Bar definitely skews breakfast so we killed two birds with one stone.  Or at least Sophie and Maddy did, Ian and I ate our share all at once after dinner.  We spent the day in "Koreatown" enjoying endless samples at the Shilla Bakery, scoring cosmetics at the Face Shop and coveting everything at a little shop that sold all the adorable Korean stationery we remembered from Seoul.  

While the girls binge-watched "Ink Masters," I finished the first of three pairs of ancient stitch mittens.  I lined them with some seriously spendy faux fur we got at G-street fabrics.  Super soft, but sheds like a chinchilla in a sauna.  I am waiting to vacuum until I have lined the other pairs.  My in-laws arrive this Friday and this is my deadline.  Currently in contention for Thanksgiving desserts are apple pie, chocolate haupia pie and grapefruit cake.  This sweet potato recipe also looks intriguing.   

We have yet to tire from eating recipes from Lucky Peach's " 101 Easy Asian Recipes."  It is easily my favorite cookbook purchase in recent memory.  Put it on your wish list. This is good weeknight cooking without sub recipes, and once you have acquired the basic ingredients, truly easy.  

Looking forward to Whitman Drama's production of Sweeny Todd, the Turkey Chase and the annual persimmon harvest.  Tonight it's leftovers and Project Runway since Ian is in Ft. Polk (they put the armpit in Army).  

You got peanut butter in my chocolate.

I felt like it would be hard to top our 2014 post Army Ten Miler meal at Le Diplomate, but our friends pulled out all the stops and put on an amazing brunch complete with bottomless champagne, foie gras pate, a bloody mary bar and an amazing charcuterie board.  I had promised to make a dessert, and this Dominque Ansel Paris-New York  pastry fit the bill.  I skipped the glazed peanut garnish. The other reason I chose this pastry was because our dear friends who have a daughter with a peanut allergy were visiting sans daughter!  

Luckily there was plenty of "do-ahead" and assembly was manageable with Ian and Sophie's help.   I texted Sophie from the Metro on the way home from the race and she sliced the pastries in half. Ian helped fill the piping bags.  That peanut butter mousse was really stiff!  I should have told Sophie to take it out of the fridge a bit earlier.  I think I would also stick with the traditional "cream puff" shape instead of the rings--they just didn't puff up as nicely.

The ten miler went much better than I had anticipated.  I was just under two minutes slower than 2014--good enough to be the second fastest on my team.  We placed 4th in the mixed master's division.  Ian and I hiked Old Rag with some new friends the next day, and I think that made me more sore than the race, to be honest.

As I write this post I have <3 hours til my call shift is over and "I get my life back."  I delivered 5 babies this week, including 2 that I had originally thought might need c-sections.  With a job like this, it's hard to complain about the loss of sleep.  Still hoping that phone doesn't ring though.....

The full manti.

I took some liberties with Gabrielle Hamilton's manti recipe.  Pictured below are the adult sized dumplings.  I made a few dozen of the regulation sized (1/4 of a wonton square!) before I realized I needed an assistant that would be willing to roll meatballs the size of a pea.  That assistant was not Ian.  Luckily the meatballs were very simple--just ground lamb.  I did not have any College Inn beef broth in the house so I subbed in TJ chicken broth and served on a bed of lettuce from the garden.  They were very, very delicious.  I made enough for a second round which I served with Prune's braised green cabbage with anchovies and garlic.  Don't be afraid of the anchovies, even Sophie couldn't discern any fishiness.

Ian is "happy to have his life back" after finishing his semi-annual physical fitness test this morning.  He and Sophie can celebrate with the Spam fried rice I left them for dinner.  I won't have my life back til Sunday with all the L&D time coming up.  Homecoming and the county cross-country championships are on October 24th.  Then Sophie can have her life back.  Maybe she can work at Williams Sonoma gift-wrapping for the holiday season and getting us a sweet employee discount.

Harris has started this year's persimmon harvest prematurely.

Harris has started this year's persimmon harvest prematurely.

Overproofing. Good for bourbon, bad for buns.

Good news. I don't have a rotator cuff tear.  Bad news: I might have a nerve injury.  Worse news: the way to diagnose a nerve injury is a an EMG.  Whilst Googling away, I discovered this youtube video which made me feel a lot less anxious.  I love how Dr. Smolinski jauntily places the needle in his own bicep!  Of course he's in the Army!  

My cardamom buns got slightly overproofed because I forgot to turn the oven off after setting it to the lowest temp.  Much of the butter leaked out as well.  I gave the better batch to the PT clinic and sent the one pictured with Sophie.  I figured a bunch of XC runners on a bus to Manhattan fall into the "beggars can't be choosers" category.  She will be gone <48 hours, but this is the list of food she packed:  the buns, 14 old-fashioned donuts, 2 apples, a pear, a peach, a granola bar, a large bag of cheddar popcorn, a ziplock bag of cereal, a granola bar,  half-eaten bags of Swedish fish and chocolate covered almonds, an airline snack leftover from Ian's latest trip, a mostly eaten bag of Oreos, 2 bottles of tea and a bottle of sports drink. She wanted to make sure I gave her enough money to buy "meals."  Additionally, she is hoping to make a stop at Momofuku Milk Bar.  Her glycogen stores will be on fleek.

The fabric of our lives.

Sophie and I checked out the Dominique Ansel cookbook and made this intermediate level recipe.  Very light, as advertised.  Make sure you allow to thaw completely as directed or the texture will suffer.  We renewed said cookbook, and at this point I don't have another bake planned.  It is beautifully photographed and pretty intimidating.  

Needless to say, I stuck with the Fika cookbook and made my physical therapist some cardamom buns.  I will bring them to my follow up appointment today, and hopefully she won't tell me I have a rotator cuff tear.  Nearly three weeks of no Crossfit.  It is depressing.  My running has benefitted greatly.  Maybe the Army Ten Miler this weekend will give me a much-needed morale boost.  

I also checked out Prune--very favorably reviewed by Jennifer Reese, and likely my next cookbook purchase.   So far we have enjoyed the bacon marmalade sandwiches, the soft cooked zucchini with green onions and poblanos, and the sesame biscuits.  Maddy was in town for a photonics conference, and she gave her Chinese co-worker some of the sesame biscuits.  He loved them and said, "I can put the whole thing in my mouth."  I think referring to the fact that they are not too sweet.  She sent him the recipe.  You can find it here.  I did not have to mist the dough to get the sesame seeds to stick.  Honestly, I wouldn't have anyway.  Next on my "to make" list is the manti--impossibly teensy dumplings filled with lamb.  How teensy?  You make each dumpling with 1/4 tsp. ground meat and 1/4 of a wonton wrapper.  I will try to get a photo if I pull it off without explosion.

Pain, pain go away.

I had a set back Monday night complete with another tearful early morning trip to the ER.  This time I had to drive myself so no narcotics--just IV toradol and a lidocaine patch.  I am unbelievably grateful for the Army physical therapy clinic who expedited my appointment for later that day.  Maddy drove back up to help out and my coworkers stepped in and covered a shift for me.  The pain has been intermittently severe and unpredictable.  The general trend has been improvement, but when I feel it start to escalate in the slightest I find myself increasingly anxious.  It is the kind of pain that is all-consuming--when it's there, I feel like it will never go away, and when it's gone I am just waiting for it to come back.  It is exhausting.  I find myself napping almost daily--partly due to poor sleep at night, but mostly because I feel wrung out.  I have not been back to Crossfit (the thought of lifting anything overhead makes me shudder), but the PT cleared me for running.  Interestingly, the pain is almost completely gone after the first mile.  I get 45 minutes of normal each day during my run.

My physical therapy treatment has included dry needling with and without e-stim.  For someone who is a pretty significant needle-phobic, I signed the consent form for treatment with no hesitation whatsoever.  The needles are so thin you barely notice the insertion.  When they hit a trigger point it's like an instant charley horse--this fatigues the muscle and allows it to relax.  The final read on the MRI was good news--all just age-related changes, no acute process.  I am hopeful that this pain will continue its downward trajectory.  It's been >48 hours since I've had a Percocet, and I'll be done with my steroid taper tomorrow.  

Things that made me happy this week: cashew cheese, vegan chocolate cake (I ate two pieces), running, Maddy, Sophie and Cyrus binge-watching Project Runway with me, my rice sock, and the love and care from family and friends.  I will leave you with this picture that probably needs a trigger warning....

The good, the bad and the really bad.

We had a great time at the Hershey RV show, and I think we have decided on our future new RV.   It will have to wait until Ian is out of the Army, and by then the house in Hawaii will be paid off along with the car.  Pictured below is the Itasca/Winnebago Navion 24J.  This had the best floor plan, and we hadn't even considered it initially because we thought the corner bed would be too small.  I quickly determined that the U-shaped dinette was a must-have, because, Bananagrams.  It has a cab-over bed, and I anticipate we could sleep up to 6 people.   The Winnebago Minnie Winnie 31K was a close second until we talked with somebody who owned a smaller model.  They loved it, but the 6-7 mpg fuel economy was a deal-breaker.  The Navion is built on a Mercedes Benz Sprinter chassis and gets 15-17 mpg.  It has optional solar panels and a generator for camping off the grid.  We will replace the toilet with a composting model.   Our hope is to spend a year off traveling North America before heading to Hawaii.  The RV would stay in the mainland and be used initially for vacations with the kids and possibly for extended travel once we are totally retired.  

We got home from the show in time to go to Sophie's XC pasta dinner.  The Milk Bar cookies we brought were well received.  I was so looking forward to attending her first meet, but I woke up in the middle of the night with excruciating neck/shoulder/arm pain.  When 800 mg of ibuprofen and a 5 year old Vicodin that I had hoarded from a previous ER visit did't touch it we decided to go to the ER.   As we suspected, the MRI showed a disc bulge at C6--confirming our working diagnosis of cervical radiculopathy.  After a total of 10 mg IV valium, 3 mg of dilaudid and some IV decadron I was functional.  By functional,  I mean I was able to go to sleep for a couple of hours while awaiting the MRI results.  The ER team was great, especially my nurse who expedited my pain meds and got my IV with the first try.  There are likely some baked goods in their future.  I was sent home with valium/percocet/ibuprofen and a medrol dose pack.  I will hold off on Crossfit for a few days until I get in to see the doctor/physical therapist.  My personal physical therapist left for Alaska on Sunday and won't be back for a week.  

Maddy and a few of her friends were in town for the Small Press Expo, and I felt well enough later in the day on Saturday to cook some Korean food (kalbi, samgyeopsal, chap jae).  We had champagne to celebrate our family.  Sophie had a bad day at the races (her time was still 33 sec faster than last year...), Maddy just missed passing an important test, and I had been through the wringer, but we were all together and, aside from my neck issue, healthy.  

As I type this, I suspect the IV decadron has run its course because the neck pain is back.  I had to take a percocet on top of the ibuprofen and steroid pills.  Counting the hours until I can call for my appointment and remembering weird dreams about being in the hospital with a c-collar made out of socks.  There was a petting zoo in the hospital atrium with guinea pigs, chickens and rabbits.  And that was before I took the percocet.

Are you even Paleo?

Rustled up some caveman pancakes recently.  From Juli Bauer's Paleo Cookbook, these are the "mini cinnamon pancakes."  They were surprisingly light and delicious.  I am not sure if they are in any way better than regular pancakes with respect to their effects on blood sugar levels, but I did use less maple syrup on top possibly because I knew they were allegedly healthier.  

Am I healthier?  Who knows.  I'll probably recheck my hemoglobin A1C in November.  I improved my time on a recent workout by >1 minute (3 rounds of 10 thrusters/10 burpees over bar) and got a new 5 rep max on my bench press (78#).  I had a particularly hideous call on Labor Day.  At one point I had two patients in labor, one in triage and one on prolonged monitoring for a worrisome fetal heart rate tracing.  That's when I ate 1/2 of a salted almond dark chocolate bar.  I gave the rest to my colleague who totally saved my butt by delivering a "stop and drop."  That's labor and delivery speak for someone who comes in and shoots a baby out rapidly.  When someone asks me "how do you stay up for 24 hours and function?" I can honestly say it's the people, and sugar + caffeine.  People who work in hospitals aren't Paleo.

I came home, ate some turkey and then went to Crossfit.  I spent the rest of the day on the couch sleeping on and off during a Project Runway binge.  

I am looking forward to the following: Kelly Clarkson at Wolf Trap, the Hershey RV show, Sophie's first XC meet, and Maddy's arrival with a bunch of her friends for a small-press book show.  We are going to have beef and leaf.  Paleo.  We are also going to have some fantastic dessert to balance things out.  Sophie and I checked out Dominque Ansel's cookbook at the library.  He's the cronut inventor.  The book is divided into beginner/intermediate/advanced recipes.  We are firmly in the beginner-intermediate category.  I'm not sure what we are making, but it will be cheat-worthy.

Tostones. Green plantain fried in coconut oil.  Will make again.

Tostones. Green plantain fried in coconut oil.  Will make again.

Keep on runnin'

Ironically, now that I decided to defer the marathon, I have actually enjoyed my last few runs.  Sunday I did 8.5 miles and then a Crossfit partner WOD.  Up until yesterday, the cooler weather had also been more conducive to a run at a decent hour of the morning.  I still have that Army Ten-Miler coming up October 11th.  Still semi-dreading it.  My achilles has finally calmed down, but I am reluctant to add any speedwork at this point.  Hoping the high intensity stuff at Crossfit will keep me quick.

I am very interested to see how the dietary adjustments I am making play out in relation to my fitness.  I grudgingly admit that (mostly) eliminating the white sugar and white flour from my diet this last week has made me crave them less.  I had a post-call cheat day yesterday.  It was initiated by a 4:00 a.m. snack of 2 slices of bread and 2 graham crackers, stress-eaten while watching a troublesome fetal monitor strip.  Dug the hole deeper with won-ton strips and some of the honeybee cakes Sophie and I made last week.  Back on track this morning and making a Buffalo Chicken casserole for dinner tonight.  I also threw together the sesame-peanut bars from this month's BA.  I subbed almond butter and almonds for the peanuts because peanuts are legumes, not Paleo.  Obsessive.  This will surely change.  There is no way I am giving up dairy, or BEER!

Sophie's XC time trials were this past Saturday and she equalled her time from last year despite not attending running camp this summer.  Maybe it's the new haircut.  Ian got some (100+) good pictures, and we are all lamenting the possible loss of a beautiful space.  The property has been sold to a developer, and I am sure the latest McMansion development will be a death knell for this course that the team has been using for >15 years.  It's sad to think about future generations of Vikings who will miss out on the tradition of time trials at "the Towers." 

Hook 'em horns

Maddy and Michael came for the weekend, and we enjoyed a trip to the Montgomery County Fair complete with pig races, quilt competitions and fried Oreos.  Michael actually ordered one of those hamburgers that have Krispy Kreme donut buns.  It was OK.   The rabbit barn was awesome--but you cannot bring balloons into the barn.  Rabbits hate balloons.  We watched a woman use a chainsaw create some sort of log art.  We did not eat funnel cakes. We did not ride any vomit-inducing rides.  

Sophie had her cross-country BBQ later that night which allowed the adults to eat poke and pork dumplings for dinner.  We almost destroyed my three tier steamer by allowing it to boil completely dry.  The pork dumpling recipe was beyond delicious.  I got the pork at a Chinese grocery, and let me tell you, it was FATTY!  The dumplings fairly exploded when you bit into them.     I did omit the shrimp and just added more pork, and we steamed instead of boiling due to concerns about their integrity.  

After the debauchery of the weekend I logged onto my healthcare website to discover that my hemoglobin A1C was 6.1%!   That is pre diabetes range.  WTF.  I am currently finishing my 4th day without bread.  I had a chicken biscuit without the biscuit today.  I bought two Paleo cookbooks.  Sophie got a haircut.  The apocalypse is nigh.

One last picture of me eating carbs.

One last picture of me eating carbs.

Little Creek Camping Weekend

We finally dragged the old Scamp down I-95 to Norfolk and the campground at Little Creek for Ian's birthday weekend.  For $22/night we had sun, fun and a mud run.  After setting up camp, we discovered they had a gym with a complete Crossfit rig and a beach less than two miles from the campsite.  We had dinner at 1608 Crafthouse, arriving in time for happy hour oysters and local beers.

Literally the best weather we had the whole trip.

Literally the best weather we had the whole trip.

The food, with the exception of a mediocre bread pudding, was great--fried green tomato BLT for me, pork shoulder Cuban for Sophie, and a lamb burger for Ian.  Ian and I woke up early and hit the gym where I convinced him to do some Crossfit with me for two days in a row-including Fight Gone Bad!

Click here to find the one trick to staying this pale....

Click here to find the one trick to staying this pale....

Maddy and Cyrus decided to stop by on their way back from the Outer Banks and enjoyed some beach time with us.  The weather went downhill from there with intermittent wind and rain.  We bought a Nerf football and a frisbee to occupy ourselves and signed up on the spur of the moment for the "mud" run.  There was a lot of sand involved.  Sophie placed first in her age-group, I placed second in mine, and Ian placed third.  Podium for all the Lees!  We ate enough pizza to recoup some of our entry fee, and to be honest, the weather was perfect for running.  The last morning we snuck in some beach time before packing it in.  Every time we camp I think to myself, "why don't we do this more often?"  and "why did I make so many Spam musubi?"  I think Ian finally has me convinced to spend some time post-retirement in a bigger RV.  Maddy can install solar, and we can go off the grid.  We can travel around the country visiting family and friends, do Spartan races and be totally ready for the zombie apocalypse.

Mud-free and eating his 6th slice of free pizza.

Mud-free and eating his 6th slice of free pizza.

Drove my Chevy to the levee.

If you are not a shaved ice dessert fanatic like the Lees, the following picture of Ian's frozen treat may not make you feel simultaneously jealous and joyful.  I would have done 50+ burpees to slurp one of these down after the Spartan Sprint we did yesterday.  I did chug down a Muscle Milk + banana + Clif builder's bar before I even washed my muddy mitts.  Despite being on the course 2X longer than anticipated, I really, really enjoyed this race.  I need to work on those monkey bar skills.

There were a lot of up and downs in the woods, and our hike to Hazel Falls the previous weekend was good preparation.  We got an early start and were almost the only people on the trail.  If only  it hadn't been all downhill to the falls--I might have taken the plunge.  I was definitely hot and sweaty by the time we got back to the car and that parking lot was totally full.  

These Target photo studio backdrops look soo realistic!

These Target photo studio backdrops look soo realistic!

On the way home we stopped at Copper Fox Distillery for a tour and whiskey tasting and left in high spirits, with a bottle of spirits (rye).  Since The Inn at Little Washington doesn't do lunch we made do with burgers and fries at Cooter's.  A "Dukes of Hazzard" themed restaurant which, frighteningly, is a chain. I am very, very glad we weren't there this weekend for "fly your rebel flag day." 

Those good old boys drinking whiskey and rye.

Those good old boys drinking whiskey and rye.



Homeward bound.

Despite their colossal computer glitch on the outward bound section of the trip, United Airlines managed to get Sophie home 40 minutes early.  Got to love a tailwind.  Thanks to the Army, we haven't seen much of Ian this summer.  He owes me a lot of lawn mowing.  I will accept cute Korean t-shirts as barter.

When one of our Crossfit coaches, Chris Shirley,  posted a link to a churro ice-cream sandwich on Facebook, I knew I had found the perfect welcome home dessert for Sophie.  Especially since I threw away all of her Halloween candy (except the Kit-Kat that I ate) when I cleaned her room.  This is now my Platonic ideal for the ice cream sandwich.  Did you know that churros are just fried choux paste?  Me neither.  Instead of piping directly into the hot oil, pipe the swirls onto parchment and freeze until you can pry them up easily (about 30 min).  Fry at 325F for ~3-4 min per side.  Drain and roll in cinnamon sugar.  Sandwich with your favorite ice cream.  I made Jenni's banana recipe and dusted with shaved chocolate.  Next time we will make sure the churros are warm, but these were definitely edible.

Happy Birthday to me!

Maddy bought me The Slanted Door cookbook for my birthday, and we adapted this recipe for my birthday dinner pork chops.  I didn't have any lemongrass so we substituted kaffir lime leaves.  Sophie had been grocery shopping with Ian (who disappeared into the wine section), and bought tamarind pods because "I know you use tamarind" even though they weren't on the list.  Sophie realized why I typically buy jarred tamarind paste after having to prep the pods.  This was the best pork I've ever made on the grill.  I bought some lemongrass the next day and will make this tomorrow night when Sophie gets home from her Hawaii trip.  Since I "use tamarind" I knew I would like the sauce--it's basically pad Thai sauce.   The combination with the flavors of the marinade was truly heavenly.

We grilled some eggplant and yellow squash and served with pesto, saving our carb allotment for birthday cake.

Scrap cake.

Scrap cake.

Maddy and Sophie pulled out all the stops, completed my birthday cake as requested.  They brought out this little cakewreck and "card" in a feeble attempt to make me think they had dropped the ball.  All that time spent mentoring them in the kitchen is truly paying off.   This cake, along with the scrap cake, disappeared in 48 hours.  I am older and wiser and totally comfortable asking for what I want instead of moping when people can't read my mind.  Next year is 5-0, and it's gonna be big--Maddy, Ian and Sophie, I'm looking at you.

The real deal.

The real deal.

Hot Shots 19

I bought "smudge-proof" face paint for this beautiful back piece.  It was not WOD-proof.  Maddy's hard work dissolved quickly with my copious sweating during Hotshots 19 workout at Tough Temple.  I scaled the cleans to 73# (that's 114 reps) and used the blue band for pull-ups.  It took me 34:18, not bad for someone who turned 49 the next day.

these colors did run

these colors did run

Ian got some great action shots and the girls mistakenly thought it was going to take 99 minutes so they sat on the couch and played with their phones until the last round.

Nice face.  Note James Arnone in background still wearing shirt--must be early days.

Nice face.  Note James Arnone in background still wearing shirt--must be early days.

The WOD was followed by a pig roast--Nathaniel and James dug a hole in front of the gym and caught a pig on fire.  I brought that ginger berry cake and a grain salad.  It rained on and off so no parades for us.  We spent the rest of the day binge-watching Master Chef and went to see the fireworks on the National Mall.  

American Gothic Bro-style

American Gothic Bro-style

The thrill of the grill.

I was allowed to "open" my birthday present a little early and used it to make dinner that night.  If you have been afraid of charcoal grilling due to the length of time you have to wait for the coals to be ready, then buy this, and problem solved.  Seriously, 15-20 minutes and you have lava-hot coals--no lighter fluid required.


I made the grilled salmon with herb butter sauce from the The Essential NYT Grilling Cookbook. This is a skin-on filet and I grilled over direct heat initially and then moved over for indirect heat to finish.  I did not turn the fish.  You can find the recipe here near the end of the article.  The potatoes fondant with oregano, or in my case, rosemary, while not cooked on the grill were a sleeper hit as well.  That butter sauce could make anything taste good. It reheated well the next day with minimal separation.  

Ian, initially a charcoal skeptic, was converted by this meal alone.  Thanks to Maddy for the gif at the beginning of this post, and to Sophie for buying me the orange silicone mitts that made me brave enough to pour out those coals.


Since you been gone.

The night before Ian and Sophie got back I had a dream that the house was instantly filthy and cluttered.  When I told Ian, he said, "Not really a dream if it is reality."  Apparently, Sophie is "garbage blind" (her words)--a condition characterized by the inability to see overflowing recycling bins.

The fun has been non-stop since their return.  "Book of Mormon" was irreverent, hilarious and completely worth the ticket price.  We had a great post-theater meal at Kapnos Taverna.  Unbeknownst to us, they have a crazy cheap happy hour, and we ordered and ate the entire happy hour menu.  I want Maddy to make me the ceramic tray they use for their dip trio.  Mike Isabella is opening Kapnos Kouzina in Bethesda this fall, and I plan to be first in line.  Yesterday after my call shift, we watched "Wild."  There will be no thru-hiking of any trail by my children if I die young and tragically.  On the upside, I am pretty sure nobody will experiment with heroin either.  The bloody toenail scene was worse than any horror movie for Sophie.

While they were away I made a stunning blueberry cream cheese coffee cake that I had to take to labor and delivery or risk eating the entire thing single-handedly.  It was very well-received.  I baked in a 9" pie plate instead of an 8x8.  Bring to your next breakfast pot-luck and win.  I also made some Paleo-ish bars with raisins/unsweetened coconut/nuts--process into a paste, press into dish, chill and cut into bars.  Add chocolate chips as desired, but highly recommend.

Speaking of Paleo, I have a new split jerk PR of 113#.  One of my Crossfit BFF and I tied for first in the partner WOD this weekend, but since we were older than the other pair, Ian said, "So basically, you won."  Long run clocked in at 9 miles this weekend.  Got to get the weekday mileage up.  I am dragging Sophie to watch my workout today with the promise of Paul afterwards.  We will pick more blueberries tomorrow--maybe they can be featured in my birthday cake.

Tent Revival

Finally, a day with relatively low humidity, and I'm not going to let last night's thunderstorm ruin my outdoor coffee break.  I was dismayed to find the tent in what appeared to be ruins when I got home from work last night, but this morning after Crossfit I was able to "fix" it.  

Sophie is at Camp Letts for the week, and Ian is on yet another work trip to Ft. Hood.  I have been enjoying a relatively clean house and having things like salad and half a bag of kettle corn for dinner.  I am weighing the risk-benefit ratio of cleaning Sophie's room while she is gone.  I'm looking forward to "Book of Mormon" on Saturday and having everyone back home.

The garden is doing well with all the rain except for my big tomato plant that got knocked down last night.  I think my gardening woes of years past have been due to under watering.  I planted the radish seeds too close together this year and got a bunch of greens and some crappy, woody radishes.  I'm going to make some Saag Paneer with the greens substituting tofu for the paneer because it's what's available.  I picked blueberries and tart cherries again this past week.  The cherries became jam and cheesecake topping.  The blueberries remain in the bucket I picked them in, awaiting Sophie's return.

Crossfit at the new gym has made for a lot of gains.  I can now clean 93#, rope climb without fear and do the prescribed weight for the workouts at least 50% of the time.  The only weight I'm no longer worried about is the one my bathroom scale.  When my scooter battery died last week I pushed it home 2 miles, mostly uphill without too much trouble.

Still lots to look forward to this summer--my birthday, Sophie's trip to HI, Otakon, driving school, trip to Richmond, camping in Virginia Beach, the Spartan Sprint, but I know it's going to be over too soon.  The marathon looms in October.  Long run currently ~12 miles.  We will see if all this cross-training will keep me injury-free.