20 August 2008

Starunner, Half-Assed Girl

Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Starunner. I'm a half-assed girl. No, I'm not missing half an ass (I wish). I mean I do everything half-assed.

Let me explain.

I've been a Weight Watcher since 2002. But only in the last 2 years have I been committed. So for 6 years, I've only partially been serious. Half-assed (and if I could do math, I'd realize that it's truly only one third-assed). In the last 2 years of my true commitment, only 1 was "by the book". Half-assed.

I went to school, off and on, over the course of 15 years. Only the last 4 were committed. And once I committed, I got a double major done in 4 consecutive years. So does that give me a half life of my half-assedness? And my head hurts trying to figure out the percentage. Even if I could figure it out, I'd stop half-way through.

1 month ago I committed to starting my Master's degree. For 2 weeks I was focused, getting my paperwork in, registering for classes, looking at books required for class. Class starts September 1st. I haven't ordered my books or set up my email for the class. Say it with me - half-assed.

I have my first Triathalon relay coming up the end of September. By this time I should be doing work-downs: 500, 400, 300, 200, 100, 200, 300, 400, 500. Most days I'm content with just doing 400. That's what? One ninth-assed?

I had the best of intentions with this blog: introspection, insight, reflection, blah, blah, blah. But something better has come along - a rerun of "Friends" that I've seen one too many times. I'll probably only watch half of it, though.

12 August 2008

Peach Pork Chops??

This weekend is the Palisade Peach Festival - kicking off with a Peach recipe contest. Something in the back of my brain said, "Go ahead! You can deeeeewwww eeeet!" So I spent this evening concoting, combining and cooking. The only rules of the contest: Palisade Peaches must be used.

I can do that.

Looking in my freezer I have shrimp and pork chops. I make a comment to the kids about doing some sort of peach glazed shrimp and they give me the standard look all teens give their parents when they've sprouted a second head. I mention the possibility of something with pork chops. The reaction this time is a little less Men In Black so I figure I must be on the right path.

3 hours of writing, planning and finally cooking and I think it turns out pretty good. Heck - if teenagers eat it and ask for seconds, I think I'm a blue-ribbon chef. I've got some tweaking to do before I submit the recipe and finished product Saturday morning but here it is. Don't ask me why I thought these flavors would go well together. Perhaps it was my sweet craving and the lack of protein in my diet. Whatever the case, it worked.

Almond Encrusted Pork Chops with Palisade Peachsauce
  • 6 ounces whole almonds, crushed finely
  • 3 pork loin chops, boneless, trimmed, pounded to 1/4 inch thick
  • 1 Tblsp Olive Oil
  • 1/4 cup Egg Beaters w/ yolk
  • 4 cups peeled, sliced Palisade Peaches (about 5)
  • 12 slices peeled Palisade Peaches (about 1)
  • 1/4 cup sugar
  • 2 Tsp lemon juice
  1. Heat oil in large skillet
  2. Dip prepared pork chops in egg beaters and then press into crushed almonds, ensuring each pork chop is thoroughly covered
  3. Place chops in skillet and cook 5 minutes each side
  4. Cover, reduce heat to low/simmer and cook while preparing Peachsauce
  5. In a large saucepan, add peaches (not the 12 slices) and sugar
  6. Cook on medium until bubbly and peaches are tender
  7. Place one pork chop on plate, garnish with 4 peach slices each and a side of Peachsauce

If you try this recipe, let me know what you think. I had added some spices (garlic, salt, sugar, sesame) to the peaches and used pineapple juice instead of sugar but neither the kids or the dog liked it. And being the top-quality chef that I am, if the dog passes, I know it's not good. Being snubbed by the dog led me to try the peaches as if I were making home-made applesauce - sans the cinnamon. It worked.

But all the cool kids are doing it!

All the cool kids are doing it so I must do it too, right?

My dear friend, Dusty (aka Yas, aka Busty, aka the Training Queen) is at fault for my sorry attempt into the world of blogging. So if this sucks, it's Dusty's fault!

I am not a runner. I never have been a runner. I never will be a runner. But I am inspired. My goal is to do a complete triathalon by this time next year. I have a couple things working against me in this goal. 1) I am not a runner and 2) I don't have a bike. The bike issue I can overcome with some outlay of cash but the running issue scares the pigment right out of me (and I don't have much to spare).

So like the total procrastinator that I am, I am focusing on the swim portion. I can swim. I've always swum. And in my head, I am *this close* (holding up thumb and forefinger) to beating Michael Phelps' time in the 200 Free. Yes. My imagination works quite well.

Beginnertriathlete.com is an excellent resource. If it were not for this resource, I would never have realized that all my swim life I've been doing my turns wrong. So I've started working on my turns - not very needed in an open swim but oh-so-needed in the lap lanes. They are HARD. I don't know how many times I've forced water up my nose, tried to breathe while fully submerged and scrapped my head on the lane markers coming out from the turn. It's got to get easier, right? Add to those issues my ear issues and I'm just one big, semi-sinking mess.

But I continue to swim. And one day, not too far away, I'll be able to report that I actually got the flippin' flip turn down sans water up the nose, head scrapped on the lane marker and a lung-full of water.