Everyday, Ordinaire

Mar 18

So much food. So little time.

I feel like that is my life's work now. Food. Perhaps Mark will acquire and extra full time career so I can quit mine and play in the kitchen all day.

Yeah, it'll be a hard sell.

Here's what went down in February.

Yes, 90% of my photos are of food. It's a gift.

Hummingbird Cake for grandmas birthday brunch.

Massive cake. Huge. It should be considered a meal in all fifty states.

To counteract the sugar shock, my mom crafted a legit salad bar with all the toppings.

Mark consumed all the crunchy onions solo and now he likes my mom more than me.

He's easy to please.

Super Bowl fiesta.

To me, watching the Super Bowl is parallel in fun as a root canal, so I was in charge of the menu.

Personal pizzas. Trader Joe's raw pizza dough for the win. Our friend Susan brought a gorgeous salad. Like whoa.

Its not a party without dessert. Candy Bar Cookie Bars.

Have mercy. We loved them so much we had to send them home with everyone and Mark took the rest to work. The struggle was real.

Class Pass. My new best fitness friend and savior from my cross training rut. All the fun. Waking up at 4:30/5a during the week has never been so lucrative.

Salad ala Mason Jar Salad book.

Layering works like magic.

Forgetful is my middle name prior to coffee and 9a. Thus and so, a list for my am sweat sessions so I don't forget clothes, or my wedding rings. Again.

I love Sams.

I'm halfway through the jar. #beastmode

Honeymooning.

First meal stateside post honeymoon. Pho Ga. Because, duh.

Influenster Voxbox taste testing*

Nacho Cheeeese.

A coworkers wife brought us cupcakes for Valentines Day.

Sam's bakery, for the win. Always.

Breakfast when I fail to grocery shop -- croissant sandwich and iced coffee.

Full disclosure, this happened for at least three days. I wish I was busy enough to justify grocery delivery and not just lazy.

King Cake.

Office tradition to celebrate, with cake of course each year.

Spicy BBQ Sauce.

Sweet Baby Rays + the holy-eff-hot sauce we got as a wedding shower gift.

Legit spice.

Fist bump.

Nothing says Valentines Day like seed shopping (for him) and Hot Yoga (for me).

Everybody wins. He even held my hand during savasana. Totally keeping him.

That beauty above is an air plant for the master bedroom. Just wait to you see it...we are 80% done with the remodel and I'm 100% over it.

Mark's idea of heaven.

Valentines Day lunch at Katie's Pizza, replete with fried artichoke salad, pizza and blood orange juice. That juice is everything.

BEST. CREAMER. EVER.

I carry it around in my purse/lunch box because I refuse to consume coffee without it now.

Do it.

Told you. I wouldn't steer you wrong.

Valentines feast: Swordfish with herb butter (the Mr. was in charge so no recipe, he googled it), roasted asparagus and twice baked potatoes (again, he googled).

If that meal is wrong, I never want to be right.

Roasted Asparagus -- heat oven to 425, clean and break off ends of asparagus. Place on single layer on baking sheet. Spray with coconut oil (or whatever you have on hand). Roast for 8-10 minutes. Season with favorite spices (a squeeze of lemon and fresh black pepper is always divine). Devour,

Dessert: Angel Food cake (I convinced Mark freshness was dependent on us getting a whole cake, not half), with Chantilly Cream and fresh berries. I was showing off adding mint. Top chef, here I come.

Note: Between the two of use we consumed an entire angel food cake in three days. Sans two modest slices we gave my mom and Jaleesa.

Have I ever shared my Chantilly Cream recipe? Dont' think I have, and will remedy that soon. Its wicked easy and so versatile. Did I mention there's booze in it? Yep, winning.

Starting the day off right. Hot water with lemon...

Then a breakfast sandwich: coconut flour bread, turkey bacon, fried egg, cheese, hot sauce

Bouquet preservation.

Nailed it.

Burned a few fingers, but all in all, an easy task.

Master bedroom sneak peek.

The map was my wedding gift to Mark. See that globe? Its perfect.

Curling my hair after class. Disregard the luggage under my eyes.

It only took two weeks of rocking the ever not awesome I just left the gym and am too lazy to give an eff look -- to see myself in the mirror and remedy that mess real quick.

Dinner + Fifty Shades of Grey.

The acting was a bit cheesy at times, but I loved it overall. Hopefully they make the other two books into film as well.

And now I want to re-read the books...

Day of Dance with mom

My current favorite tuna. Since this photo I've declared no tuna for awhile, that binge lunch choice lasted forever.

Grain Free Banola -- NO.

I tried.

Apple Crumble via Runner's World Cookbook.

YES.

Working on my ice cream game.

Name change.

Mark is a whole year older. So I baked.

Brown Sugar Cupcakes with Salted Caramel Frosting to be exact.

Sweet mother of heaven.

He cooks. Well.

Chicken Curry (rice for him, roasted cauliflower for me)

Roasted Cauliflower -- heat oven to 425. Cut up head of cauliflower and spread onto sheet pan in a single layer. Drizzle with olive oil and liberally sprinkle with your favorite spices (I loved slap yo mama, salt and fresh pepper), roast for 20 minutes, giving the sheet pan a shake every so often to get all the sides crispy and delicious.