Tuesday Morning Coffee

Eight O’Clock Coffee today. Their “Mocha” flavor. Pretty decent for a flavored coffee from a brand whose only offering I can usually stomach is the Colombian.

  • All that work (occasionally studying, going to class 80% of the time, etc.) when I could have done this instead of going to college?!
  • Hot Chocolate Triple Chocolate Chip Cookies – Is fall here yet? Because these babies are calling my name. Great idea for holiday gatherings. Or on late winter nights, waiting on snow. Yes, that sounds perfect.
  • Yes, I know it’s still summer. Gah. Stop reminding me.
  • My friend Cindy has her beautiful baby boy. All my love, prayers, and joy to their family!
  • 18 Places to Feel Dwarfed by Nature – I’ve found that this feeling is one of the best you can encounter as a human. For me, at least. I like to be reminded of my smallness.
  • BooMama takes us back to the 90s with some really awesome Christian music. And a mullet.
  • Beautiful blackberry desktop calendar at Chocolate & Zucchini.
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Happy Feets

I like shoes. Not in an obsessive, hoarding way (that’s purses, so keep ‘em straight). I just appreciate a good, pretty, comfortable pair of shoes. So much that I usually wear them until they are falling apart and I end up wishing I had bought two.

FACT: My favorite pair of tennis shoes (that I still own and wear regularly) was purchased when I was in 10th grade. Yes, that means they are 10 years old.

Even though I love shoes, I often make bad shoe choices. Like my bad food choices. I pick out things that look good and I end up paying for it a few hours later.

About a month ago, I spent a day shopping with my mom. I don’t even remember the shoes I wore that day, but I do know one thing — they hurt. My feet were screaming by the time we made it to our 4th stop, which just happened to be TJ Maxx. After I had wandered through every aisle of their housewares section, answered phone calls from my mom (who was in the dressing room), and become bored beyond all reason (I hate shopping in stores unless I am looking for something specific — but YES, I am a woman), I found myself in the shoes. And before I knew what happened, I had a shoebox in my hand a new sandal on my foot.

And it was glorious.

It felt like a massage and walking on air all at once.

And the best part? FIFTEEN DOLLARS.

Sold!

The only thing is, I don’t know what my shoe is. I mean, I don’t know its name. It’s a Columbia sandal, but I’m pretty sure they don’t make it anymore and there’s not one in their current line that’s exactly like it.

It looks like a cross between the Gretta™ II and the Kambi™. The body of Gretta II (without the icky flowers) with the little between the toe strap of the Kambi.

Flowers? Yuck.

Toe strap. Keeps my foot from sliding all the way through and the inevitable tripping scene that would follow (trust me).

So I don’t know what I’m wearing, but I love it. It’s all that I wear now. With shorts, with jeans, with skirts, and you can just almost get away with dressing it up…but it’s tricky. And I will wear it until all the support is gone for my one foot that still has an arch. (Long story. I’ll share sometime. Suffice to say I have got a whacked out right foot with a fallen arch, that is also 1 inch longer than my left.)

Columbia doesn’t know me. I mean nothing to them. And that kinda hurts, but I’m okay. Alls I know is that they make warm jackets that have kept me safe and cozy whenever I left mine at home over a spring break trip to New Mexico and ended up snowed in under 3 feet of snow. So, yes, Columbia, I kinda owe you my life.

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Just your average evening

I’m cleaning the bathroom. It’s a deep clean because the bathroom needs it and my in-laws are visiting. Not that they’re going to be using our shower or anything, it’s just a way for me to waste time cleaning something that doesn’t necessarily need to be cleaned when there are piles of laundry to be folded on the couch. Kinda like when I was 8 and I had toys piled in the floor and Mom would walk in to check on my progress only to find me dusting my perfume bottles and arranging them tallest to shortest on my vanity.

Yeah.

Well, I’ve been fighting something for a long time in the shower. No, not the desire to shave my legs because that is nonexistent.

Black mold.

Now, I don’t know if it’s the cancer causing kind, but with this old house leakiness I’m worried that it’s In The Walls. Sitting. Waiting. Silently attacking our brain cells and causing exacerbating neuroses.

So what does a person who is prone to WebMD-ing (verb, like Googling) every cramp or temperature change do when she thinks she has black mold lurking in the walls? She Googles pictures of black mold. And when she can’t be confident that what she’s got isn’t the bad kind, she looks up “symptoms of toxic black mold poisoning” and gets scared because everything it lists is something she has experienced in the 5 years she’s been living in this house, except for “spleen pain” and that’s only because she’s not sure where her spleen is.

There could totally BE spleen pain. Where is my SPLEEN?

And then the she who is me decides to counteract the cancer-causing mold spores by stopping at Jamba Juice and getting one of those açai berry smoothies because it’s filled with antioxidants and that’s really my only chance now. But on the way there I’m on the phone with my mom who sounds like she picked up smoking overnight and made up for the 40-some-odd years she didn’t smoke. She’s got some sort of contagious infection and I was just with her last night for an extended period of time…

Sheesh.

As luck would have it I did have a buy-one-get-one-free coupon, so I got the açai and the Coldbuster®, which I am saving for the morning. Tonight I’m fighting off the mold spores and tomorrow I’ll battle the common cold.

Now back to the shower.

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The Bagels

There’s nothing I love more than a warm bagel with soft inner core and a slightly toasted crust, with a healthy serving of cream cheese. Last year I started baking more and one of the first things on my list to try was this doughy little delight. I thought it would certainly be a tricky project, but as it turned out, the process was pretty simple and one that I caught on to quickly.

I will say, like with most things for me, my first try was much better than my second (what these photos feature). Just luck, I guess. Also, the first time I made these I skipped a step (we’ll get to that) and the bagels turned out better.

And before anyone asks — no, this is not some family recipe. You have to go back 80 generations before you find our Jewish ancestors and I can promise that no one in the Johnson family has made their name baking bagels. The recipe I use belongs to John D. Lee and I’m so impressed that it will take a mighty good sounding one for me to try another.

dough

First you’re going to knead that dough. Have I told you how much I love my dough hook? It’s changed my life. Really.

mixer, resting dough, boiling water

I have the smallest kitchen imaginable. Okay, wait. My great-grandma Lily’s kitchen felt smaller because it was so narrow, but I do promise that I have no more than one square foot of clear counter space. That fact makes me cry sometimes.

First world problems.

dough balls

Then you’re going to separate that dough into balls and let it rest for 10-20 minutes. Here’s the deal (that’s my saying, if you haven’t noticed) — this is the step that I skipped the first time and my bagels turned out a lot better. Do what you will with that fact.

boiling water

In the meantime, boil some water. Oh, and make sure your oven is preheating to 425.

Then you’re going to roll the dough into little snakes and join the ends to make our circles. Let them rest again for another 20 minutes while your water is boiling.

boiling bagels

Dump those suckers in! Boil one minute on each side then remove and place on an oiled baking sheet (make sure they are dry before putting them on the baking sheet).

boiled bagels

I like to make sure that they are all lightly-coated with oil before placing the baking sheet in the oven.

bagels - done

Bake 10 minutes, turn them over, and bake another 10. Tada! You’ve made bagels. Easy as can be and so much tastier than anything you’ll buy at the grocery store. Work at it long enough and I’m sure you’ll be craving these over your local bakery. Enjoy!

This is dedicated to Becca, who has waited patiently for goodness knows how long to hear about how I made these things. And of course I post it right after she goes gluten-free. Stay strong, my friend, and let me know how these things taste gluten-free.

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