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I Need a Corn Dog…NOW!

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So for the past week and a half I’ve been on medication and a pretty bland diet in order to help my ulcer heal. I don’t know if it was the medication or my stomach just shrunk, but I had a significantly reduced appetite. Honestly, I think my body was just saying “it’s not even worth it to eat this bland food. It’s so gross!” That all changed today.

Today started out pretty normal. I had a super busy morning at work during which I managed to eat a rice cake and a bowl of soup(see what I mean about boring?) I picked up Sydney and we got some frozen yogurt (I’ve been trying to avoid dairy but honestly, who can say no to free frozen yogurt?) Then Sydney starts talking about corn dogs. All of the sudden I had the most insane craving for corndogs. I was pretty sure if I didn’t get a corn dog ASAP I was going to die.  All of my diminished appetite for the past 10 days suddenly came roaring back in the form of an insane corn dog craving.

I called my husband, hoping beyond hope that he had not gone to the grocery store yet. He hadn’t, but he said he wasn’t going to go until after his class tonight which ends at 9. WHAT? No way I could wait that long. That was six hours away. I needed corn dogs right then. That crunchy batter and juicy dog dipped in a succulent combination of ketchup and mustard. SO FREAKIN GOOD! I LOVE CORN DOGS!

It seriously took every ounce of adult will power in me not to race over to Wienerschniztel right that second. But since we had already had frozen yogurt, I decided to be a good role model to the little miss and not indulge in fried heaven on a stick. But I kept thinking about them…corn dogs…delicious corn dogs…so crunchy…so full of random reject pig parts…500,000 calories of pure bliss…yummy…

Luckily, my husband knows me well and knew that if I didn’t get some damn corn dogs all hell would break loose(on a side note, this is exactly why my husband is afraid of me getting pregnant. If I’m a psycho who craves random foods now, imagine what I would be like with a child in me? Those will be the worst nine months of that poor man’s life.) He changed his plans and went to the store before class so when I got home, those glorious golden dogs were waiting for me in the freezer. I had three. That’s right, THREE! It. Was. Amazing.

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Down for the Calorie Count

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I hate calories. Those little jerks have ruined my life. Every time I go out to eat they are right there on the menu. O, you want that delicious piece of pizza? Well too bad because its 600 calories and that would take you three hours of Wii Fit Super Hula Hooping to burn off. You best go with a salad. But wait, don’t even think about putting delicious bleu cheese dressing on it. That makes it just as fattening as the pizza. You should just eat it dry, with a glass of water, and then go kill yourself.

I never use to have to worry about calories. I used to be a skinny little bitch. And sure, I caused drama and was super stressed all the time and cared alot less about being a decent human being…but dang I looked good! Now that I’m all married and happy with a great desk job and nothing to worry about, I’m plumping up like a turkey near Thanksgiving. And if I hope to maintain even the slightest bit of my rockin pre marriage bod, I’m gonna have to started counting those stupid calories.

You know what I hate most about calories? Well I’ll tell you. They are EVERYWHERE. I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich today and looked at the calorie count for jelly. Do you know how many calories are in a serving of jelly? FIFTY! 5-0. Jelly isn’t even a food, its a condiment and its flooded with an insane amount of calories. Ridiculous.

You know what else I hate about calories? They are insanely hard to burn off. The other day I was doing aerobics on my Wii Fit for half an hour. And I’m not saying I was logged onto the Wii Fit for half an hour but only worked out for 15 minutes…NO…I was running and hula hooping and kickboxing for a full 30 minutes. And that idiotic little balance board pops up and says “Congratulations! You just worked off 100 calories…thats a whole granola bar.” ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME, BALANCE BOARD? THAT’S IT? I can barely breathe, my legs are about to fall off and I can’t lift my arms, and you’re telling me that all I burned off was a snack? A pizza crust has more than 100 calories. This is stupid.

So you know what? I’m just going to forget about calories. I’m gonna eat five servings of fruits and vegetables, drink 8 glasses of water and do some form of enjoyable excercise every day. I’ll also try to cut back on dairy, not because of the calories but because its bad for my cholesterol and my friends are really getting tired of smelling my dairy toots.

SO SUCK IT CALORIES! I’M OVER YOU!

The Beachcomber Cafe

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Joe and I celebrated the new year the same way we celebrate everything: with delicious food. On January 1st we went to The Beachcomber in Crystal Cove. It was so much fun. First of all, I absolutely adore restaurants by the beach because they combine two of my favorite things which are, of course, eating and going to the beach. The Beachcomber is literally right on the beach. You can see the ocean from any seat in the restaurant. The wait was pretty long, just a little over an hour, but we explored the tidepools and visitors center so the wait wasn’t bad at all. Plus the pagers they give you have an incredibly long range so you can explore alot shoreline without worrying that you’ll loose your table.

The service at The Beachcomber was great. Our waiter was very friendly and always promptly refilled our drinks (this is Joe’s big thing. He drinks like a camel and if waiters don’t refill his drinks their tip goes down.) The food was delicious. Joe and a Kobe burger with bleu cheese (they had about 7 different cheeses to choose from.) It was fresh and juicy and it was on a really good bun. I forget what kind of bun it was but it was delish. I had a cranberry chicken salad sandwich. Most places put too much mayonnaise but not Beachcomber. They put just enough to make it creamy but not so much that it overpowered the taste of the chicken, apples and cranberry. The best part of the sandwich was the thin, crisp, sweet apple slices they put on the bottom. It was that extra detail that took it from being a good sandwich to an amazing one. Although we didn’t try it, a friend of mine said the calamari there is excellent. Guess we’ll have to go back to celebrate…February 1st.

A couple of things to note about The Beachcomber and Crystal Cove. You have to park in a parking lot across the street called the Los Trancos lot. Parking is $15 but the restaurant will validate it for you as long as you spend at least $15 there. There is a shuttle that will take you down to the cove but it costs $1 a person each way. The walk is doable so long as you are not extremely hungry or extremely full. Definitely resist the temptation to wear nice shoes. Like I said, the restaurant is right on the beach and you will most likely give into the temptation to explore the tidepools or walk along the pristine coastline. Just wear your Rainbows or your sneakers, shorts or easily rolled up pants and explore the beautiful beach before or after your delicious meal.

Sunday morning we decided to celebrate the second day of the new year with a trip to the Original Pancake House in Aliso Viejo. I tried something I had never had before, a Dutch Baby. It is a pancake that is puffed up and has a distinct eggy taste. I put butter, lemon and powdered sugar on it. The sugar soaked up the lemon juice to make a delicious glaze. Joe had an apple cinnamon waffle that was really good, but much too sweet for me. We both had hot cocoa which was yummy and the bacon, though expensive, was the perfect side dish. The service was great, but they were very busy so the waiters were more focused on efficiency and speed than being super friendly. Our waitress did, however, take the time to explain to me how to eat the Dutch Baby, for which I was very grateful.

The Packing List is Essential

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First off, let me say that I appreciate the opposing and affirming views on my last post. Everyone brought up some really great points AND they did it in a respectful manner. Yay! Honestly you can disagree with me all day long on every topic and as long as you are respectful and don’t call me names we can still walk away being friends. I intend to respond to all of the comments, I just need to find time to think through them and respond to them thoughtfully. You guys took the time to write great content in your comments, I would like my response to be as equally thoughtful.

Speaking of being busy…holy crap. I have been so busy and summer has flown by. It’s been fun though. I won’t bore you with the details of our   hilarious adventures, but I will entertain you with the details of one in particular-our camping trip.

Camping is one of those things that tests relationships. Be it family, friendships or marriages, all relationships are either strengthened or ruined by a camping trip. Luckily, my relationships with the five other people on this trip, including my husband, were strengthened. There were times though, when it was a little iffy.

This tale actually starts the day before our trip. I woke up to find a GIANT spider bite right where butt and thigh meet. I haven’t ever had a bite this big. I was worried, but since itching was the only symptom I decided to wait before rushing myself to urgent care. I wanted to monitor its size, however, so I drew a circle around it with a sharpie. That way if the bite grew out of the circle I would know that it was getting bigger. I thought this was a great idea but so far everyone who has heard this story has laughed out loud and told me that I’m wierd.  Whatever.

I woke up at 2:00 AM the next day to get ready to leave and the bite was definitely bigger. Greeaaat. I didn’t know what to do about it so I just drew another sharpie circle and packed up the truck. We hit the road at 4:00am. At 5:00am I asked Joe if he had packed the lunch meat and the jelly. He hadn’t. Sweet, we were in charge of food and we forgot everything we needed for all our lunches. Well, I guess that was our way of getting even with our friend H for making a camping reservation that was 6 1/2 hours away when we only had three days to camp. So the journey continues.

We were driving through northern CA in the Salinas Valley. There were lots of wineries so we stopped by one and did a wine tasting and had a picnic lunch. We had stopped at a store earlier and gotten lunch meat and jelly, but when we opened the cooler we realized there were no condiments. Epic fail #2. We ended up having turkey and jelly sandwiches which were actually quite delicious. How does that saying go? Desperation is the mother of invention?

We took one more detour and visited the John Steinbeck Museum. I love John Steinbeck. C, H and I all read East of Eden together in our book club so we were especially stoked to be going to the museum together.

Great Steinbeck quote. There were so many of them at the museum, the man was a literary genious

entrance of the Steinbeck museum

 

When we finally arrived at the campsite at 4:00pm, we were pretty tired. Which is good, because I didn’t have the energy to be upset about the fact that there were NO SHOWERS ANYWHERE and that the nearest bathrooms were porta potties and that all the water in the campsite had been contaminated with poop so we had to boil it before using it. Being tired also meant that I only had a mini heart attach instead of a major one when my husband backed the GIANT F250 extended cab truck into a tiny parking space surrounded by rocks. Good times.

Day 2, our only full day at the camp site, was pretty uneventful. We had a lot of fun playing in the river and hiking. We made delicious smores and Joe cooked some amazing burgers. O but wait, remember the spider bite? Saturday morning I looked at it and panicked. It was black! The following conversation ensued in my head:

“OMG I’m going to die. We are miles away from civilization,this bite is poisoning me and eating my body and I’m going to die. It’s ironic that I’m going to die in the wilderness of a bite I got in my own civilized bed. Bah, this is no time to contemplate irony, Bri. You’re gonna die.”

But right before I screamed my woes to the rest of the world, I rememberd that the day before I had put hydrocortisone cream on it and that the cream had probably smeared the sharpie. Further inspection revealed that it was ink, not bruising or gangreen, and that the bite had actually gotten smaller and wasn’t itching at all. It was the opposite of death, I was healing! Crisis averted.

Our third epic fail though was that on our last night we got ready to make chili dogs only to realize we forgot the dogs. Seriously Joe, did you not even think about anything else other than burgers when you were packing? In N Out is getting to your head. Anyways we once again utilized our creativity and put chilli, cheese and crumbled BBQ potato chips on a hot dog bun. Not bad. Although I once again felt a twinge of frustration when later, while sitting around the campfire, I realized that I was the only person out of the whole group that had never planned a camping trip before. Really, you guys let the newbie be in charge of the food? Well you learned you’re lesson.

In all seriousness though, it was a great trip. H and A, who have been good friends of me and Joe for years,  moved to the East Coast a week after this trip, so it was great to soak up a little more time with them. Joe and I didn’t know C and K that well, but we discovered we have a lot in common and will for sure be hanging with them more in the future.  Nobody got mad at us for forgetting so much food and despite the little mini dramas it was a really relaxing trip (thanks, in no small part, to all the booze we brought). And as for Joe and I, we survived our first camping trip together with more laughter than tears and plans to do it again. But we will follow the most important lesson we learned on this trip: MAKE A PACKING CHECKLIST!