1.10.2015

after the macaroons.

the last time i did anything remotely resembling an athletic activity was 6 weeks ago. so today, i decided it was time to shake off the cobwebs and get my floppy ass to the gym, since it's god-forsaken cold in minnesota right now and i do not run in temperatures below 10 degrees. my intention was to hit up a treadmill for 2-3 miles of walking or running. but everyone else's new years' resolution apparently trumped my morning plan.

dudes. the. gym. was. packed. this. morning. and this is a huge gym with at least 120 treadmills, 40 eucalyptus machines and rows beyond rows of bikes, stair climbers and other machines intended to inflict pain and/or weight loss. every single cardio machine was in use and there was a line about 6 people deep waiting for a treadmill. and they all looked like they were in way better shape than me. i'm pretty sure the gym wasn't like this in november...
i kind of want to go to the gym dressed as gandalf,
and just run it out like it's no big deal.

i did not have time to be the 7th person in line for a treadmill, and nobody was waiting for a bike. so i got on one and moved for 10 minutes. it felt really good. and then i saw a treadmill open up and seized my opportunity to see if i still remembered how to run.

you guys. you know how people write about running a marathon, and they're all "i started off smiling and at mile 3 i was feeling great! then i got a cramp at mile 8 and had to slow down a bit. but by mile 14 i felt amazing and miles 18, 19 and 20 just flew by!" well, i have something similar to say, but in minutes... not miles.

i walked for 2 minutes, my standard rigmarole-pseudo-warm up (similarly, the way i warm up for singing is to cough really hard and yell at somebody). then i upped the speed to a nice jog, intending to do run/walk intervals of 5:2 for 20-ish minutes. those first 2 minutes were amazing. i was so happy to be moving and breathing, this song came up on my playlist and i could not stop smiling, my legs were moving in a forward propulsion, i could feel the beads of sweat just starting to form on my hairline. then it was minute 3 of my run and i thought i was gonna die. i kept thinking "i ran a half marathon 2 years ago... how did i run for 2 hours when 2 minutes is all i can muster today?!" then i remembered that i've been sick for 6 weeks and decided to quit with the self-loathing and just keep living in that smile and forward propulsion.

after being a gym rat, i met the incomparable kj2 for coffee and then did my typical saturday grocery shopping binge. after all that shopping and socializing, i was hungry:
freggies. homemade guacamole. 2 hard boiled eggs with sriracha.
still can't taste anything.

i really wanted to make italian meatballs for dinner, but the badger wasn't feeling it. so i wound up buying a pork loin roast and trying to make a "clean" version of bbq pulled pork. "clean" meaning nothing from a bottle/box/bag (no pre-fab bbq sauce), no processed sugar, etc. i thought it tasted foul, but the badger and the twinlets ate all of it. so i'm gonna blame the disappearance of my taste buds for my disdain with dinner: sweet potato oven fries. cauliflower "rice". sad and bland bbq pork. and fried parsnips. have you tried fried parsnips? i think they're good, but again, i can't really tell. everyone else ate them and seemed happy.
i feel nothing.

it's been a good day, and i'm now enjoying some homemade coconut macaroons and some hot tea:
zzz tea.

now, isn't there some controversy between macarons and macaroons? one of those words denotes those brightly pastel-colored french pastries, the others are the coconut cookie-like things? anyways, these are obviously not brightly colored or french, so they must be coconut. seriously though, this recipe is super easy and super delicious:

recipe:
my take on the hail merry macaroons

you will need:
a food processor
3/4 cup almond meal/flour
1 1/2 cups unsweetened coconut
1/4 cup honey
1/4 cup coconut oil, melted
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
pinch of sea salt

find your oven, make sure it's empty, and turn it on to 200 degrees. i know. 200 degrees. you're basically slowly dehydrating these babies, not really baking them.

throw all the ingredients in your food processor and whomp it up real good, stopping to scrape the bowl as needed.

then, using a small cookie scoop or something about the size of a tablespoon (um, maybe a tablespoon?), scoop out some dough, and compress it into a nice and tightly smooshed ball. then flatten into a disc and drop onto a parchment-lined cookie sheet.

bake at 200 degrees for about 45 minutes. remove from oven and let sit on the cookie sheet for about 5 minutes before moving them to a rack. they will be super soft when coming out of the oven but they firm up as they sit. you can keep these puppies in the fridge or the freezer, but you can also just eat them if you're into that kind of thing.

until tomorrow,
ashley "that's a good macaroon" rebekah

2 comments:

  1. macarons/macaroons, candy canes/candy cans.....a rose by any other name..... however much I love you and your cooking, I'm sticking with Beth Ann's mac recipe, thank you very much. ok, i give up...'kj2'????? keep writing. love it. oh, and there's an 'a' in rigAmarole. I think. your mattress factory mom.
    your mom.

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  2. you knew it was me w/o my having to sign twice. whazzup with that?

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