it only takes 60 pounds to level the playing field

So, the david is planning for this big trip in February.  He’s going to climb Aconcagua, which is in Argentina and is the tallest mountain in the Americas, with a friend from uni*.

Wikipedia tells me that it is technically an easy mountain, since you don’t absolutely have to have ropes and picks and stuff.  But it is over 22,000 feet high and just about anyone is effected by altitude sickness to some extent.

photo by Margareth Gluger

It will be a big endeavor, so the david’s been ramping up his workout routine specifically for the trip and a part of that routine has been a lot of hiking.  Since getting to know the Bay Area parks and wilderness better is on my wish list, I said that I would go on the weekend hikes with him.
Obviously, he won’t be going on this two week expedition with just a Sigg bottle of water and some jerky.  And the altitude will make everything seem harder.  So the david has been hiking with 50 or 60 pounds loaded up in his backpack.  And you know what?  There’s something awesome about weighing down your Mr. Fitty McFitterson boyfriend with an extra 60 pounds.

 

I am not huffing and puffing alone.  We huff and puff together.

I am not struggling to make it up the ascent by myself while he offers words of encouragement down to me.  We struggle together.  Sometimes I encourage him.
We’ve been doing something hard together, and it’s been great.

And then.

He got these walking stick things and somehow, instead of having a pack of 60 pounds dragging him down, it’s like he’s wearing a fucking jet pack.

*I would call this a friend from college.  But if it’s David’s friend and David’s college, isn’t it kind of a lie if I don’t say a “friend from uni?”  It’s important to maintain a cultural distinction, otherwise I’ll start talking about aubergines and the M5 and it will mean something entirely different when I say I’m from Jersey.

 

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weekend in pictures

pumpkin bread

 

a walk in the neighborhood

 

chilly apartment

 

web in the woods

 

a hike up the dipsea trail

 

little mushrooms

 

kale and sausage soup

 

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If you like holiday gifts that make people cry…

I work at Blurb, a software and web company that provides the tools and platform for anyone to be able to make and design a beautiful coffee table style photo book.  Or text book, if you’re novel inclined (I’m looking at you NaNoWriMo people!)

This is not a sponsored post.  I mean, Blurb does pay me and all.  Cause I work here.  But they’re not sponsoring a blog post.

Anyway!

I’m not a Blurb pusher, but I do really like what we do and I would definitely recommend trying it out if you are photographically inclined.  I love the idea that you can get your photos off of your computer and into a book, without all of the hassle of putting together a traditional photo album.

We’re offering a friends and family discount through November 30, so I just wanted to post that for anyone to use if you’d like.  It’s good for 20% off 2 or more books if you enter FORFRIENDS during checkout.

Here’s an example of a book I made with the first year of photos of nephew #1.

And another that’s more of a portfolio style collection of photos.

And since there are so many people more clever and creative than me, there’s a bounty of inspiring books on the Blurb website.

 

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little facts

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I’m still ruminating over my recent visit with the fam on the other side of the country, so am purging some ruminating here.

1.  My mother is a fraternal twin.  My brothers are fraternal twins.  Since having fraternal twins is genetic and is passed down through daughters (boys always, um, eject multiple chances for babies.  girls *usually* just release one egg at a time.) I have a high probability of having twins if I ever have kids.

2.  I hate the theme song to NPR’s morning addition.  When we were kids, the radio was always on in the kitchen while we were eating breakfast.  For whatever reason, this was a high anxiety time in our household and I associate that annoying little trumpet tune with Angry-Dad yelling about Bus-Time!

3.  Speaking of breakfast, we were only ever allowed to have Cheerios or Rice Krispies and I’m pretty certain that both are just gross on purpose.  This is probably why breakfast time was so angsty; eating this flavorless cardboard cereal was like medieval torture.  One time, my mother bought us Nerds cereal.  Who knows why.  It was a miracle.  There was much fanfare and heathen dancing to thank our cereal gods.  When the existing box of evil boring Cheerios was finally finished, we knew it was Nerds cereal time the next day.  Except it turns out that one of the brothers had fallen ill.  Pukey little kid ill.  But he could not be deterred and partook in the sweet sugar and red dye with us.  5 minutes later, he went running to the bathroom to have some pukey little kid time, but didn’t make it and ralphed on our hideous, 70’s, gold shag carpet.  There was a big pink stain on that carpet evermore.

Rebecca from Rebecca with an R is the grand master pooba of little facts.  Check out her site to learn more and link in!

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a visit

I took advantage of a trip to New York for work to do a little visit to the homestead in Hunterdon County, New Jersey.  Yeah, New Jersey.  Armpits, assholes and shopping malls.

Except my neck of the woods there is more like this:

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And the little towns are full of old Victorian homes, like this:

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You probably heard that it freakishly snowed.  It did.

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But it got melty pretty quickly and I got a bit of treatment for my autumn withdrawal.

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I got to see my family.  This is one of my family type persons:

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Spending time with my family is a mixed bag.  The house is seriously getting borderline Hoarders.  There is constant bickering and swiping and seemingly purposeful pushing of buttons.  They don’t typically spend quality time together, so there’s a pervasive awkwardness of people making an effort to be there, which they’re doing for my benefit.
So, it’s hard.  And I do a crap job of being patient and kind and understanding.  Instead, I feel angry and frustrated and just want to withdraw into a nap or a novel.
Much like my failed intentions to workout while travelling, I had visions of cooking lovely wholesome meals that we’d enjoy together.  But the kitchen’s too gross for me to deal and no one seems interested and something about being there saps out my pep.  Instead, we got pizza and watched movies.

I was ready to go back home to my small tidy apartment and my wonderful David, and was reminded of why I’m not eager to go more often.  And yet.  And yet.
It still breaks my heart to leave, every time.

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Fat Tuesday

Woah.  I almost missed my posting window for today.  I have had quite the day of travel, getting from my parents’ house in NJ to JFK for a flight back to San Fran and then home to Oakland.  I did have wireless on the plane and I had grand plans for much bloggery endeavors, but WordPress was farting out on me.  And then I got very busy watching The Walking Dead on my Netflix Instant Queue, which was non-farty (mostly) on the airplane internets.

Anyway.

I’ve been away from home for a week.  I had some grand plans for maintaining a healthy lifestyle on this trip.

  • I checked out the gym at my hotel in the city
  • I packed 4 sets of workout wear
  • I scouted out the locations of the Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s closest to my hotel and planned out some ideas for foods that I could get for breakfasts and lunches
  • I made a big batch of granola bars and packed those up to come along
  • I devised a schedule for working out in the mornings
There was much plotting and anticipating and optimising about how successfully I was going to manage this.
Duh.
You know what’s coming.
I totally failed.
Working a tradeshow was exhausting.  Then going out afterwards to see friends from high school and college (while totally worth it) was also exhausting.  Getting boozy enough to be hungover in the morning didn’t help.
Then there was the pizza.  My brother wanted me to get pizza, since we don’t have proper pizza in California.  The next day, my dad, who didn’t know that there’d been a sibling pizza the night before, brought home 3 more pies for the same reason.  Meg needs pizza when she comes home to New Jersey!  It’s a royal decree.
And let’s not make it sound like I can pin this on my family, because not a one of them suggested I needed to doggedly pursue pizza connoisseurship with the level of zeal that I did.
Suffice to say, I did not get on the scale this morning.
Maybe next week.  And in the mean time, I think I need an IV of broccoli.
Carry on.

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how to make a very pretty fall dinner

I am an EatingWell junkie.  I subscribe to the magazine and I use the website obsessively.  It makes me feel pleasantly psychotic to have all that exact serving size and calorie information available.  Otherwise, I pass snarky judgments on recipes.  ie “You have 2 sticks of butter.  I think you might be fattening.  But also chicken breasts!  So probably you’re just awesome.”
See, I don’t really like figuring out how many calories are in things.  Just tell me, please.

Anyway, blah blah blah.  This is a calorie appropriate dinner, typical of Chez Maggie:  it’s from EatingWell, it’s about 500 calories and it has bacon.

Katie asked for it, so here it is, recipes for the pretty dinner.

Butternut Squash Risotto
you need: 
3 cups of butternut squash chunks (2 cups big and haphazard and 1 cup nicely diced)
3 1/2 cups of chicken broth
2 cups of Arborio rice
5 oz of bacon, cooked and crumbled (and save the fat!)
2 Tbs chopped parsley

you do:
-optional extra credit – start by simmering away the squashy gut stuff in your broth for maximum squash flavor.  strain that stuff out before starting to ladle the broth into your rice.
-put the 2 cups of big-chunked squash with 2 1/2 cups of water in a sauce pan (big enough for all this squash, water and later, the broth).  bring to a boil, then simmer for 5 minutes, then take off the heat and let it sit covered for another 5 minutes.  use an immersion blender to blend this up into a baby food type puree.  (or use a food processor)
-take 1/4 cup of this puree out of the pan and set aside.  then dump the broth in and put this over low heat.
-use another pot for the risotto making and start by heating up a bit of olive oil (maybe a bit of butter if you’re feeling crazy).  add the rice and cook it, stirring constantly, for about 2 minutes.
-add in the 1 cup of nicely diced raw squash bits, 2 1/2 cups of the puree/broth mixture and 1/8 tsp of salt.
-do the risotto thing:  stir until the liquid’s nearly gone, add more liquid.  repeat until the rice is cooked and you have that risotto-goo texture.  never stop stirring!  should take about a half an hour.
-if you actually want this to taste yummy and not just like plain butternut squash, i would add in about a cup of grated parmesan cheese once it’s all cooked up.  this is not a part of the EatingWell recipe, but would be my recommendation.
-plate it up and top with bacon bits and parsley.
without the cheese addition, this will make 4 servings of 447 calories each.  i was quite happy to have less than 1/4th of what we made for dinner and used the leftovers to make baked risotto cakes for later lunches. 

For maximum prettiness, serve with a spinach salad.
you need:
baby spinach
thinly sliced brown mushrooms
thinly sliced red onion
bacon crumbles (share some from your risotto ingredients)
Andie’s Maple Bacon vinaigrette*

*This wonderful dressing will last for lots more salad than just this dinner, so you’ll have more for another meal.

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weekend in pictures

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wear your pyjamas to work day

There was some epic pooped-out-ness yesterday.

Then, I managed to stay up until after midnight watching Sister Wives, because I’m still on west coast time.  And then in a fit of good intention, I got up at 6:30 to go to the pilates mat class offered by the gym.

Suffice it to say, I’m a little tired.  Which is the perfect time to talk about wearing pyjamas and pretending they’re clothes.

This little nightie has mushrooms on it!

The hemline is long enough (just barely above the knee) to be unscandalous.  Paired with a belt, long cardigan and a chunky, wooden necklace, and I think it totally works.

 

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when you’re in new york

aren’t you supposed to feel brand new?

inspiring you and stuff?

cause you know…

And as much as a part of me wants to go spin around in a circle in Times Square, instead I crawled back to my hotel room, fell into the very nice white sheets, and put on Grey’s Anatomy.  Then I  took out my travel funnel and proceeded to pour the entire contents of my snack bar into my gullet.  You think I kid.  But seriously.  The only thing that’s left over there is some pretzels.

i’m here working in a trade show booth, telling people about my company’s wares and what’s new in the print-on-demand photo book world.  it’s great and fun and different, but it’s SO different from sitting on my rumpshaker and not-talking except for the telepathic communications i have with my computer, that i am rendered flopsome.

tomorrow then.  it’s new york.  there’s nothing i can’t do.    may the gods of rally find me after a 2nd day of trade show flooring…

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