In the kitchen: Blueberry Ricotta Cheesecake

Baked cheesecake, cooled and ready for some fruity shenanigans.

When I was in 7th grade, a teacher for some class that’s lost to obscurity decided we should each pick something we were good at and demonstrate it for the class. Our grade would be based on how well we explained each step and completed our chosen task. In 7th grade I was really good at reading, drawing, mumbling excuses for why I couldn’t do a cartwheel in gym, and pestering my mother in the kitchen while she baked. So it was decided that I would demonstrate cake decoration using decorator tips and tubes of McCormick frosting- evil, horrid tasting stuff in bright colors not found in nature.

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In the kitchen: Roasted Chicken

The tablecloth was leftover from Valentine's Day. Don't judge.

I have a culinary to-do list and one of the top items was roasting a chicken. I say “was” because I finally got a roasting pan so as my contribution to the Mother’s Day feast I got to tick that chicken-roasting dream off my list.

Headbangin’

August 24 – 30 is DC Restaurant Week.

I just got weighed and body fat checked at the gym this morning- no surprise, following the concussion, the move, the trip, the return, etc. I’m up again. 145lb. 15.7%. That said, I’m still 15 lbs. lighter than I was when I first started working out over 2 years ago, still a size 8, and I’m relatively certain that if I actually DID my cardio (I’m a lying liar who lies- sorry, Trainer Guy) I’d get back down to 130-5 in short order.

Restaurant Week? Really? Um… can I get back to you on that?

The wedding and all that came after.

Hi there. Remember me? The girl who dieted and lived to tell about it?

Resolved!

My list of 27 resolutions (and things to do) in 2007:

Thinky thoughts: Are shoes really better than chocolate?

Okay, this post is going to be a challenge because the camera (aka “Pookie”) is in the shop with a sprained… flash bulb. I’ve had to forgo several photo treks and have been unable to adequately document a few cooking projects, but I must forge ahead. Bear with me.

What could be better than shoes? That’s the question. What, indeed?