June 08, 2009

A Pox on my Kitchen

This is a lean team going to the Virginia Beach race...not a huge number of participants. I'm going to be sticking close to some of my 'mentees', as I am their mentor.

One woman in particular, has set a goal for herself, and I'm bound and determined that she will meet it.

The problem is... she is 5'10" and I'm 5'2". I make it a personal rule not to run with tall people.

When I run with her, it's like a frickin' chihuahua running with a frickin' great dane.

It takes two steps of mine to one step of hers. What is a slow plodding pace for her, is a bit speedier for me.

So I'm trying to kick it up a notch so I can keep up with her, help her meet her goal and in turn I'll meet mine.

It's hot and humid and I've really been kicking myself, feeling like a slug, feeling like I'm slogging through every single frickin' run. I had the mileage wrong. I'm doing better than I expected.

I'm officially doing a 12 minute mile for 35 minutes. My goal is to get it to a consistent 11 minute mile. I want to finish the last 1/2 marathon of the my race year in 2 hours and 15 minutes.

Meanwhile, I keep hearing my sports doctor's words that every 10 lbs is a minute a mile. If I shave of 10 lbs, it should be easier for me to bring my time down.

I'm working on it. I'm not that big to begin with, this is vanity weight, so every pound I pull off is a serious struggle. I'm losing a pound a week and good Lord, it's slow going.

As I posted on Saturday, it was Bones Birthday.

Have you ever had one of those days where you just NEED to stay out of the kitchen? Everything you touch just... doesn't go well?

I burned his cake.

I frickin' BURNED his cake.

I have been baking since I was 12. I am 43. Do the math. NEVER in my life have I... burned a cake. I did it.

Fortunately, I don't do cakes from scratch. As a good friend of mine likes to say, "Duncan Hines pays baking scientists good money to perfect it. Why should I mess with something someone spent years on and got right?"

Point taken.

I do however, make my own icing.

I'm jumping ahead of myself.

So I burned the cake. Aghast, I went back out to the store to buy another yellow cake mix. Cake #2 was perfect.

Then I was making his favorite, my Chicken Pot Pie, when I forgot to add the chicken broth to the roux and when I remembered, it was lumpy. It took a long time with a whisk to get the lumps out.

And as I was making the Chocolate Buttercream Icing, as I added the powdered sugar I looked at Bones and said, "Why is this so lumpy?"

I looked at the recipe and it said, 'Sifted powered sugar". Nice. Half of it got sifted, but still... it just was not as fluffy.

Lessons learned on all accounts. I was just too distracted or something. But really, I had no business in the kitchen.

Now I'm avoiding my kitchen so I don't finish off that frickin' cake.

It's sitting in my kitchen, giving off cake vibes that say, "EAT ME!"

Gotta love what I'm going to get googled for on that one...

Posted by Boudicca at June 8, 2009 09:12 PM

LOL! I'm craving chocolate, and I can hear that cake calling all the way from Florida. That is an evil cake. Bite it and teach it a lesson.

Posted by: PeggyU at June 8, 2009 10:51 PM

Anyway to get that receipe for "Chicken Pot Pie"?

Posted by: Mike D. at June 8, 2009 11:29 PM

10lbs = a minute a mile?

Hell, if I hit my BMI, I should qualify for the Olympics :)

Posted by: Graumagus at June 8, 2009 11:45 PM

Oh there are days when distraction is rampant and then one shouldn't touch anything at all to do with kitchens - utensils, hot pots, ovens, whatever! LOL.

Since I've switched over to eating lots of salad and making my own dressings (from the book I posted about on my food blog) I have had way more energy. Apparently I was eating too many carbs... It's all a balance and carbs are so easy. I was way unbalanced. *grin* I'm pretty sure I'm losing a little bit too - although I don't consciously work at that kind of thing as all it does is make me crabby. ;-)

Posted by: Teresa at June 9, 2009 09:23 AM

To wear out those long leggety beasties: short people should do better going up hill on very hilly terrain. This is sort of the opposite of the rule don't run uphill if you are being chased by a bear.

Posted by: Carl Brannen at June 10, 2009 12:27 AM

Nah. . . it isn't shouting "EAT ME!" but it is whispering "Eeeeaaattt meeeee . . ." to draw you in! ;)

Posted by: oddybobo at June 10, 2009 08:25 AM