Just compulsively posting now!

I may or may not have been mainlining Craig Ferguson episodes (SO MUCH LOVE) – if you ever come across his Peabody-Award-winning episode with Archbishop Desmond Tutu, WATCH IT.

My life’s goal is now to have an awkward pause with him.

Craig Ferguson, I mean, not Archbishop Desmond Tutu.

I’m trying to mend my ways!

As I think you all know, I…am a couch potato. Like professional-grade couch potato. I like my TV and I like my computer and I like my tiny couch. But because I’m getting older and I feel like I’m starting to carry a bit of extra weight that I really shouldn’t be, I’ve been harboring immoral thoughts.

Thoughts about being a runner.

Not like a marathon-grade runner, but someone who doesn’t look like she’s going to die when she climbs the stairs and could potentially outrun a murderer. But since I’m not at the murderer-outrunning stage yet, I don’t really want to  go running outside (there’s always some lone girl running at dusk out by the cemetery that’s sort of nearby and I really don’t want to be that girl) – and the fact that I would actually be seen by people because of the whole looking-like-I’m-going-to-die thing. I mean, I wouldn’t get anywhere for people pulling over to see if I need help. Plus in my neighborhood, there are a lot of runners – I live in the hippie part of town – who all effortlessly look like gazelles. That’s a lot to measure up to!

So I have this now:

No, I didn’t even get off my couch to take that picture. But I have a plan! We’ll see how long it lasts – I’m hoping that making myself accountable to you all will help me stay motivated – but I can see this idea having one of…four outcomes:

  1. I die a horrible death either due to my out-of-shapeness or by some sort of tragic accident (I can totally see myself taking a giant faceplant or sliding off the back in a graceless heap).
  2. My downstairs neighbors complain about the noise of the treadmill.
  3. I lose interest. Frankly, based on my track record, this is the most likely, but I’m really going to try! Because I really don’t want to have a heart attack and die before I’m 30. Which is worryingly soon.
  4. I eventually join the herd of gazelles.

In which my kitchen is very yellow for some reason…

So, if you remember, the other day, I mentioned that I was watching Julia Child make tripe. And that I was somewhat horrified by it. Well. Today I made….

FALSE TRIPE!

I added, let’s see, quite a lot, really! To the tomato sauce, I used crushed red pepper flakes instead of cayenne pepper and added a clove of minced garlic (and some chopped basil once it was all done).

But, like I also said earlier, my kitchen seems to be quite yellow tonight – I have no idea why – so this doesn’t look very appetizing, I’m afraid. But click the link to the original recipe where there are much prettier photos that will entice you to make this dish!

Because it’s very yummy and you should make it!