Sep 302013
 
Because dieting is dumb, that's why...

Because dieting is dumb, that’s why…

I’ve always wondered why they call it “grilled cheese,” when it isn’t made on a grill. It’s almost always fried in a pan. Griddled cheese, maybe. Anyway, this lunch took the misnomer to a whole new, delicious level. Katie and I stopped into Olive for a late lunch, and treated ourselves to the special. It was a deep fried grilled cheese made with Havarti, Cheddar and Parmesan, served with a bowl of outstanding tomato and black bean soup. It was a deep fried middle finger to our normally careful eating habits, and it was worth every minute I’ll spend sweating it off later.

Sep 272013
 
Hipster interior? Check.

Hipster interior? Check.

Katie and I recently had the chance to check out Press Coffee on Wayne Avenue, downtown. One of the joys in my life is checking out little independent coffee shops like this, and Press did not disappoint. They pull off the hipster atmosphere without seeming pretentious, have a friendly staff, and put out a very quality product. They brew coffee from Dogwood, a craft roaster in Minneapolis, and I was suitably impressed with their product, as well as their witty website. I was most excited that Press had a Cortado on their menu, something I haven’t found since we were in Nashville earlier this year. It was definitely good enough to try again, and close enough that I could even ride my bike down (how hipster!) to do so.

Hipster motorcycle out front? Check.

Hipster motorcycle out front? Check.
I like how this picture turned out, a lot.

A picture perfect Cortado.

A picture perfect Cortado.

Katie's beautiful (and tasty!) latte.

Katie’s beautiful (and tasty!) latte.

Sep 252013
 
A mango, before I mangled it. Seriously, I need mango chopping lessons.

A mango, before I mangled it. Seriously, I need mango chopping lessons.

Although I did have a picture of it in my post about the Air Force Half, I figured the meal I prepared for my pre-race dinner was worthy of its own post.

Green bell pepper.

Green bell pepper.

You may have noticed that I do plenty of eating for pleasure, but eating the night before a race is all about fuel. That doesn’t mean it has to be a boring, unattractive meal, but the focus is different. There are ingredients I’ll leave out, like heavy applications of cheese, and ingredients I’m looking to emphasize, like starchy carbs and lean protein. My sister (whose blog you should be following) and I have had many passionate discussions about eating for fuel versus eating for pleasure, but we both agree that there’s no reason to exclude one for the other.

Fresh cilantro.

Fresh cilantro.

I’ve gone ’round and ’round with pre-race meals over the past few years. What works for one will not necessarily work for another, so this post shouldn’t be construed as advice, so much as anecdote. The basic premise of dinner the night before an endurance event, which I define as anything longer than an hour, is to “fill up” your body. Give it plenty of starchy carbs, water and electrolytes to top off your ATP/glycogen and salt stores, and make sure it has plenty of water to make everything work. Being deficient in any one of these areas at the starting line can mean painful and even disastrous consequences later in the race, so it’s best to pay careful attention the night before.

ALL OF THE GARLIC! Okay so maybe I only used a few cloves...

ALL OF THE GARLIC! Okay so maybe I only used a few cloves…

I’ve gone the routes of huge bowls of pasta, big sandwiches, various salads and casseroles, potato dishes and more. But for my basic carb, I keep coming back to quinoa (pronounced KEEN-wah). It’s light, it’s healthy, and it packs a nutritional punch that few other grains can. Besides being a great source of those happy, slow-digesting carbs we’re all looking for, it brings a substantial amount of protein to the fight, backed up with considerable measures of potassium, healthy fats, and even a little vitamin B-6. Better still, it brings water into your system rather than taking it out for digestion, which means you aren’t playing catch-up with the water after eating it, as I’ve found to be the case with a lot of pastas. The side effect of this is that it also doesn’t make you feel like you’re going to explode after eating a substantial portion of it, and you won’t still feel uncomfortably full the next morning.

My favorite grain. And you can make it in a rice cooker!

My favorite grain. And you can make it in a rice cooker!

For this weekend, I cooked up some quinoa and mixed it with a quick mango salsa, and served it with some simple, pan-fried pork chops that I prepared with a dry rub. Most of the recipes you’ll find for pan-fried pork chops call for breading, but I find that an unnecessary complication. If you buy quality meat and cook it right, it won’t be dry, and the flavor will stand up just fine with simple seasoning. For the dry rub, I used some garlic powder, salt and pepper. Simple, clean, quick, and tasty. All together, it’s a meal that makes you feel ready to tackle whatever the next day might bring.

 

 

 

 

 

Quinoa Mango Salad. Yum!

Quinoa Mango Salad. Yum!

Pretty pork.

Pretty pork.

Max thinks it'd be best if he tasted one of the pork chops first. Ya' know, for safety.

Max thinks it’d be best if he tasted one of the pork chops first. Ya’ know, for safety.

Cast iron working its magic.

Cast iron working its magic.

The finished product. Although I'd be going back for seconds, before I was finished.

The finished product. Although I’d be going back for seconds, before I was finished.

Sep 222013
 
OB. A Korean beer that's very proud of its German hops.

OB. A Korean beer that’s very proud of its German hops.

An Irish coffee that was as delicious as it was beautiful.

An Irish coffee that was as delicious as it was beautiful.

I’ve not kept it a secret that one of the reasons I train so hard is so that I can eat and drink how I like. My relationship with food is maybe just a notch off of The Oatmeal’s, so that means if I don’t want to almost instantly explode to a 500 pound walking land mass, I’d better keep at the running, riding and lifting.

Well, yesterday I ran a long, long way. And I had a pretty spectacular result, for me, so that meant it was time to celebrate!

After a shower and a protein shake at home after the race, Katie and I met up with family and friends at Sima in Kettering, where I proceeded to eat my bodyweight in sushi. After soup and salad, I think I ordered four rolls for myself. I’m not sure, because it all happened sort of quickly. And then I finished the rolls that the rest of our table couldn’t. There are no pictures of this sushi, because I was rather busy cramming it into my face-hole as fast as my chopsticks could manage. Come to think of it, I’m not sure how the chopsticks survived. The only thing stopping me from scavenging off of other people’s tables was that we were in a corner booth, and I wasn’t seated on the end. It was a sushi massacre.

I’m sayin’ I ate a lotta sushi.

Also, I drank giant beers, because they are more fun than little beers!

Today we realized that there wasn’t much of anything in the way of food in the house, so we went out again. We tried out a newish place called Lucky’s downtown, and found their fare to be pretty dang tasty, if a little short on portion size. Or was that the race-fueled glutton in me? Hard to say, but I definitely ate two entrees while we were there, on top of a few incredibly heavy beers.

After that, we ended up at the Dublin Pub, my favorite place to eat and have a beer in the whole wide world, and I finally satiated myself with a piece of cheesecake, paired with Guinness and followed by Irish coffee.

If I ever stop training, I will be in serious, serious trouble.

Bailey's Cheesecake. More proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

Bailey’s Cheesecake and Guinness. More proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

Sep 182013
 

Home alone without an obvious meal, I delved into the cabinets to see what I could come up with. What I managed to create was something so simple and amazing, I can’t believe it’s never happened to me before. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you 4-Ingredient* Breakfast Rice! I cooked up 1 cup of short grain rice and six slices of bacon (chopped), then mixed that up with a prodigious amount of Sriracha, and topped it with a couple fried-over-easy eggs. The result? PARTY. IN. YA MOUTH.

 

*Sriracha is only sort of a single ingredient. I’m always laughing at recipes that claim cake mix or pre-made dough as a single ingredient, so I felt compelled to asterisk this one. I still think it counts, though. Can you make Sriracha?

Oh, short grain rice. Where have you been all my life?

Oh, short grain rice. Where have you been all my life?

The King of all poultry-emblazoned sauces.

The King of all poultry-emblazoned sauces.

Bacon grease. Save for making popcorn. Thank me later.

Bacon grease. Save for making popcorn. Thank me later.

Would you look at the size of that yolk?!

Would you look at the size of that yolk?!

Mmmm, gooey goodness...

Mmmm, gooey goodness…

Sep 172013
 
Who said pizza had to be bad for you?

Who said pizza had to be bad for you?

Katie and I haven’t been able to stop talking about the local-ingredient pizza we made a few weeks ago. So tonight, we made it again! We substituted bacon for the sausage, and it was every bit as delicious as last time. And it’s the perfect size for two adults, too!

Sep 122013
 
... Seriously?

… Seriously?

It would figure that the week that I am in Las Vegas would be the same week that they set a record for consecutive days of rain. Ever. In the history of recorded weather in Las Vegas. I’m really starting to think it’s me. It snowed when I was San Antonio, Texas for the first time in 26 years, and when I was in Gulfport, Mississippi for the fist time in anyone’s memory. My winter in Tucson, Arizona coincided with their coldest and wettest on record. And now Las Vegas. Makes me wonder what would happen if I went to, say, Antarctica.

But we made the best of it, and spent the evening at Hofbrauhaus, eating several kinds of meat, sauerkraut and potatoes, and drinking beers in sizes that could only be described as American, if they weren’t already German.

Now that's a German-looking plate!

Now that’s a German-looking plate!

 

And that is a German-looking beer!

And that is a German-looking beer!

Sep 092013
 
Inside of one week, all this will be in mah belly.

Inside of one week, all this will be in mah belly.

Facing a week of living in a hotel, I was pretty happy to find out that my room had both a mini-fridge and a microwave. So with some ideas from my buddy Dave (whose blog is worth reading), I headed to the commissary to stock up on foods I could make with a “kitchen,” so equipped. I settled on wraps, ramen soups, fresh produce and pita breads, along with some food for training. All this ran me about a hundred bucks, and falls well short of my usual standards for food (local, organic, ethically raised, etc.), but still beats the daylights out of Popeye’s Chicken. Better still, it’ll save me a chunk of money over the week!

Sep 082013
 
Obligatory picture is obligatory.

Obligatory picture is obligatory.

After the wall-to-all thrash that was yesterday, I found myself at an airport early this morning, boarding a flight that would take me to Las Vegas (via Chicago) for work. In stark contrast to so many other airline trips I’ve taken for work and pleasure, this trip was marked by pleasant and helpful staff on the part of both the airline (American) and the TSA, upgraded seating on one flight, and a generally easy overall experience. It was completely weird.

When in Rome... Or Chicago.

When in Rome… Or Chicago.

I took my backlog of bicycle magazines with me, and actually found the enforced solitude of the flights to be relaxing. I was able to read in relative peace and quiet, without the distractions of notifications on my phone or chores needing done. Words I never thought I’d say, but I should fly more often!

Sep 032013
 
The tender contenders.

The tender contenders.

Tonight we had ourselves a bit of a dilemma. What was for dinner, bratwurst from KJB Farms or italian sausage from National Trail Family Farm? The obvious answer was both. All in the name of science, of course. On the left are the brats and the sausages are on the right, all grilled to perfection over lump charcoal by yours truly. In the end, and after careful research, we both agreed that KJB’s brats were quite a bit better.

What’s that you say? It wasn’t a fair comparison? We should’ve used the same product from both vendors? Maybe, but that wouldn’t have given us an excuse to consume an otherwise unconscionable portion of pork product, now would it? I thought so.

Aug 262013
 
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Healthy, local, delicious!

Keeping up the locavore theme, I whipped this up tonight. It’s shepherd’s pie, made with Innisfree beef, beans from Grubb Shop, and other produce from various local growers. It cooked up really nicely, but I think it was a little under-seasoned. Lesson learned for next time!