The weekends mean that I get some face time with the Food Network.  I usually watch it early Saturday mornings and then Sunday mornings after my long run.  I have to say that within the last several months I’ve actually been kind of appalled and turned off by what I’m seeing.

The commercials are either touting some sort of diet pill or system.  Things which are not healthy nor are they good for anyone.  Those commercials are alternated with either things we don’t need (a dryer sheet you stick in your dryer and leave for a month! Handy!) to fake and processed foods (Why hello American cheese slices. Nice to see you costumed up trying to pretend you’re real cheese. How’s that working out for you?).

For a network that is supposed to get people inspired to want to cook and to try new foods, the fact that they aren’t promoting or supporting that in any of their commercials is a little…

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My love for oatmeal started not long after I started this blog.  Now I’ve always enjoyed oatmeal but I had a limit of what I could take in.  I could handle the texture and taste only for so long and then I had to call it quits.

Oatmeal was in my diet for the first half of my life.  I was a lucky person because my mom actually made me breakfast before I left for school.  I didn’t eat cereal or toast or something frozen that I heated up in the microwave.  My mom made me pancakes, eggs, and oatmeal.  Rotated of course, not all of that everyday!

It was your typical oatmeal though, quick oats with milk and then I added a touch of brown sugar to it.  Good but nothing fancy.  Then I moved on in life and sort of left oatmeal in the dust like that mix tape…

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Last week saw two great posts in the blogworld focusing on being a women and eating.  Gena, from Choosing Raw, brought up the topic of women and food.  That as women we are allowed to enjoy food and want food but not to much or else that might not seem feminine.

I think there’s this stereotype that exists for women where if you LOVE food and LOVE to eat then your body must reflect that.  It is impossible to love food and love to eat AND still be in healthy shape.  What sent this message home to me was an encounter I had with guy at a party not so long ago.

I was chatting with some people explaining how I had friends in Dublin who own shops selling food and other things (Ava and Inggrie!).  The guy looked at me and asked how it was that I know so many people who own food establishments. …

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Remember my sushi love post where I talked about my new found adoration for sushi?

Well my bubble has since burst and I’m sort of bumming out about it now.

Scott and I have successfully eliminated HFCS from our diets.  It’s been about two years now since we’ve made the cut.

Last Friday Scott wanted to get sushi and then spend Friday evening gaming.  We are currently playing Army of Two The 40th Day and both of us were itching to get back to it.  We didn’t discuss getting sushi out-loud because every time we do, the weather turns to crap and we end up not being able to get any.

Friday, the weather was crap but we were still able to get out and pick some up.  We did not go to a sushi restaurant, we just picked up some sushi from Kroger. We had to go anyway for a few staples so picking up dinner was…

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Bistro Style!

I decided to changes things up a bit with pizza this week.  I wanted something “fancy” and something end-of-the-week worthy.  Many times I load a lot of veggies on my pizza because I love veggies.  But also because I think I need to in order to get my veggie quota in for the day.

I am teaching myself that this is not needed.  I eat plenty of veggies.  PLENTY.  Having just a few at dinner is A-OK.  This pizza is helping me get there.

At a recent trip to Whole Foods I purchased some in-house-made chicken sausage with feta and spinach.  I know! Doesn’t that sound amazing?  Well it smelled amazing as I was cooking it up.  I let this be my inspiration for this week’s pizza.

Bistro Pizza OHC Style:

• Spelt Crust
• Pizza sauce (just a touch, not too much)
• Shredded moz
• Feta
• Spinach
• Red onion
• Sundried tomatoes
• Spinach and feta chicken sausage

For Scott’s birthday week last week, he took Friday off and we headed out to breakfast.  Going out to breakfast is one of our very favorite things to do.  I like dinner but if I had to only do one, I think it would be breakfast.

I love walking into a restaurant and smelling the coffee, eggs, English Muffins, and pastries.  I love that it’s a little bit quieter and subdued.  I like seeing people read their papers or fiddle with files over a steaming cup of coffee and a plate full of goodness.

When Scott and I first moved to Ohio, we came across a place called First Watch.  We knew it was a restaurant but we weren’t sure what type so we looked it up online.  It said that it was a breakfast and brunch place only and closed at 2pm.  Interesting!  Because before our only encounter with breakfast places…

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It’s Scott’s birthday week, so this means we get to eat some super special meals.  One of the things Scott wanted for sure was some steak.  We don’t eat red meat often, not because we think it’s The Devil Meat but just because we don’t eat all that much meat in general.  Everything in moderation, ya know.

When my husband asks for something he gets it or at least I try my best to provide it for him.  We were at the butcher and none of their steaks looked very appealing.  I felt really awful having to tell Scott that none of the steak was worth purchasing.  He explained that he understood as the meat didn’t look too nice and it was no big deal.

I, however, was totally bummed.

We moved on to another butcher, one who provides bison (buffalo) meats and they just happened to have some bison steaks on…

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I have always been slightly obsessed with images of men’s and women’s items when they are next to each other.  Not ones that you see in a magazine or catalog when a company is showing you both the men’s and women’s versions.  I’m talking about items you come across in everyday life that belong to the man and woman of the house.  Things that just happen to be next to each other for whatever reason.  The more haphazard it looks the better.  I love the contrast of the smaller daintier version of the woman’s next to the slightly bigger and more demanding presence of the man’s version.

Seeing something like that says a great deal to me.  It tells a story if you look at it close enough.

The one thing that it always makes me think of is love.

I envision that there’s a strong man behind that item.  One…

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So Scott and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.  We think it’s ridiculous.  You’ve got women demanding gifts of whatever nature and if they don’t get something then, “OMG YOU DON’T LOVE ME!” and guys will buy the gifts just so they won’t get in trouble. It’s slightly effed up behavior and if you happen to be working retail during that time it’s also a little disturbing to watch.

Don’t worry, I’ll spare you my huge anti-Valentine’s Day rant.  Just know I can’t stand it.  Neither can Scott so that makes us a perfect match.  What we both do love is zombies.  Yes that’s right, zombies.

We were having dinner (or maybe lunch?) one day and started discussing our loathing of Valentines.  It had been all over the Twitters lately and I don’t mind telling you it was driving me a bit bonkers.  We pondered if it was possible to make the day into something else?  Something more fun.  Something worth celebrating.

Me: Wouldn’t…

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Sushi is most definitely an acquired taste.  Or at least I think that it is.  There are so many new things going on, the seaweed, the rice vinegar, everything dipped in soy sauce.  It’s a party and takes some time getting used to all those big flavors.  The first time I had sushi I hated it.  I spit it out and passed my portion on to Scott who gobbled it up like it was his last meal.  For me it was a horrible experience.

I was seriously bummed out that I can’t even begin to describe that feeling.

I wanted to like sushi, I really did!  There are so many different ways it’s made that you can literally get anything you want wrapped up in a little roll with some rice.  I wanted to be one of those people who said, “Hey wanna go out for sushi?” and mean it.  Maybe…

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