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Peanut Butter Cream Cheese

Like I said in the last post, we bought peanut butter cream cheese at Trader Joe’s recently.

(picture from Monica’s blog)

It was delicious.

Amazing.

And gone way too fast.

It said it had 8 servings. Find me someone who can make that last for 8 days. Not possible.

So after sadly tossing the empty container (which I may or may not have licked. It happens.) I set out to make some more. From reading the ingredients I knew I didn’t need much-in fact, it only takes 3 things!

Peanut Butter Cream Cheese

  • 8 oz (1 Block) of Cream Cheese
  • 3/4 c of Powdered Sugar (this makes for sweet cream cheese, but not frosting sweet-adjust as desired)
  • ~1/3 c of Peanut Butter (just like with the sugar, adjust as desired)

(The TJs stuff has peanuts in it-you can use chunky PB or add in some chopped peanuts if that texture is important to you)

Either let the cream cheese soften a bit or beat the heck out if it so that it’ll mix well
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Measure out the powdered sugar. It’s ok to spill a little. Your husband will clean up because he’s happy he’s getting more PB cream cheese.
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Blend the sugar and cream cheese

Add in the peanut butter
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Mix
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Eat
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Eat lots.

Best part?

No nutrition label = no lies about “8 servings”.

Fair warning: this looks a lot like hummus. Which means if you had a bowl of hummus at dinner and you let your husband put it away he may mistake the cream cheese container for the hummus container. And if you’re PMSing and your husband just jacked up both your hummus and your PB cream cheese?

There will be tears.

Guess how I know…

By the Numbers

I have been busy this week.  Which leads to a lack of blogging.

Let’s break my life lately, by the numbers

5-different grades taught this week

2-days of proctoring state writing exams

1-day where two different teachers thought I was their sub. That was fun.

51-Dollars spent on groceries
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17-Dollars saved with coupons.  I’m cool.

510-Approximate number of minutes I’ve spent driving since Monday. I hate driving.

3-Days in a row my lunch centered around hummus

3-The number of days your diet can be hummus-centric before you get sick of it and have to get creative
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1-Days it took before I was back to loving hummus again

11-Pictures on my new phone

9-Pictures on my phone that are of the cats
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2-Pictures that are of cake
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0-Dollars paid for delicious cake (Main Street kick-off in Hillsdale night = free cake at Baker and Spice = Heaven.  I would have babies with that frosting.)

0-Pictures of my husband on my phone. Whoops.

25-minutes spent making dinner
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4-Loko.  We bought some.  (we = my husband, clearly)
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1-magazine not about babies in my ObGyn’s office. Which means I read a month old Entertainment Weekly today!

8-Alleged servings in the Trader Joe’s PB cream cheese
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3-Actual number of servings in said cream cheese

5-number of hours elapsed between finishing the PB cream cheese and making up a recipe so I could have more.

8:20-the time on a Friday night when cool kids write blog posts.

What are your weekend plans? We’ve got Foot Traffic U in the morning and then a ton of house and yard work.

Good think we’ve got some four loko to help us power through!

A Spudnut Moment

Know what I haven’t done in a grip and a half?

Posted a whole day’s worth of food.

So, here’s a day in the life.

I woke up exhausted and I downed two cups of unpictured coffee.

I’m an idiot and that was way too much liquid in my tummy, so I wasn’t digging  breakfast.  But I was off to teach and I knew if I didn’t eat something by calendar I’d be ready to eat the class pet.  So I ended up sticking one of these suckers
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(Fact:  these are better if you call them La vache qui rit.)

On some Dave’s Killer bread
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I adore hummus and toast in the AM (totally normal, right?), but I ate all the hummus last week and need to cook more chickpeas.  So this worked.

I grabbed my lunch
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Weird mishmash of stuff.
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Two kiwis, an apple, peanut butter (for the apple),  a hunk of Sin Dawg, crack oranges, and beef jerky.  I’ve been eating yogurt for lunches (and breakfasts) like it’s going out of style.  It’s kinda hit the point where it did go out of style.  Whoops.

(I ended up not eating the oranges, but I always aim to overpack-24 children + low blood sugar = hell)

And guess who I found in my class!  My friend from last year!  He switched schools!  Thankfully he’s less of a “friend” this year.

I got home from work and munched on some of these
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These are crack.  I would possibly birth your children for a lifetime supply of these.

While I munched I threw together dinner.

1 can diced tomatoes + back beans I cooked the other day + chicken + brown rice + corn + spices = soup
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More chips on there.  Way more.  But I hate soggy chips with a fiery passion so I add them as I go.

And for bed dinner
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Popcorn

Which was disappointing.  Not because I don’t love popcorn or anything, but because I watched my girl Sarah give a shoutout to my hometown (first min and a half is all you gotta watch)

And since watching that?  It’s all one big Spudnut moment.

And by “Spudnut moment” I mean I would kill for a spudnut right around now.

What’s a food you want and can’t get?  I want spudnuts.  And more of that PB ish from Trader Joe’s.

Stuffed.

As you guys know, my husband is all about football.  Especially Oklahoma.  So the Big 12 championship game on Saturday night meant we would be sitting in front of the TV at dinner.

This seemed like the perfect excuse to stuff ourselves with Trader Joe’s frozen ish we’d gotten
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Bacon wrapped steak?
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Yeah.  Seriously.

And scallops in puff pastry.  Seafood is HEALTHY.
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To balance it out we also had a ton of veggies, hummus, smoked gouda, and crackers.
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And I got bored with football and made peanut butter macarons. Stuffed with ganache filling.  It happens.
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Sooners won.  Go Sports Team!

Sunday we hit up the Co-Op for free chili and cornbread

The guy who makes soup there is GOOD.  (They make it in house).
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And stuffed our faces with free Baker & Spice cookies at Sweetwares

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This was a beautiful thing as we were so stuffed I didn’t have to make lunch.

Last night was the opposite of our TV dinner the night before.  We sat at the table, lit the advent wreath
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And oh yeah,  I cooked a turkey
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Before Thanksgiving they were 24 cents a pound at WinCo if you spent $50.  I kinda couldn’t NOT buy one.  So we had a full turkey dinner.
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I am going to pretend this isn’t weird.

We stuffed our faces like it was thanksgiving all over.  But no stuffing.  Neither of us eat that

And leaving out the stuffing meant we weren’t so stuffed from dinner that we couldn’t eat dessert.  So we made fudge.  Peanut butter and chocolate fudge.
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There’s a theme in our kitchen.  I’ll post the recipe later this week!

Do you have any appetizer things you love?  I always forget how wonderful appetizers for dinner are.  I think I adore all appetizers.  Because I hate forks.

A Keeper

Yesterday while I taught 1st grade at a Catholic school

(best points in my day:  going to church and saying “boys!  Don’t zombie walk to mass!” and when telling kids to draw a cross on their religion paper having one ask me “can I draw Jesus on the cross? ”  Sure, you can draw a dying Jesus if you really want buddy.)

My husband was doing some presentations in town, rather than working in So-lame like normal.   Between them he was home, which meant when I got home from work I had a smiling husband on the couch and these in the fridge
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St Cupcake?  Yes please!

There were big tops (chocolate chip with cream cheese frosting), peanut butter with fudge on top and pumpkin spice.

And a scarecrow.  Which amused me to no end.
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You don’t wanna know how much extra the scarecrow cost.  Focus on the cute.

And because a half dozen cupcakes aren’t enough there was also this
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A pumpkin whoopie pie!  From Baker & Spice.

That’s right, TWO bakeries. The man is a keeper friends.

Especially since he’s not so into pumpkin.  So I didn’t have to share two of the cupcakes or the whoopie pie!

In also good news, I booked today’s sub job yesterday afternoon, so I already had a lunch packed this morning
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Carrots and hummus, peanut butter yogurt (greek yogurt + TJ’s peanut flour) with cereal to go on top, and a banana.

And even better, presentations mean he had a state car, so this morning rather than having to go drive him out to his vanpool I get to sit here with this
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(a pumpkin pancake + trader joe’s pumpkin cream cheese + maple syrup)

rather than spending a full hour in the car this morning!

It’s a good day.

I’ve got a good husband.

What’s good in your day?

(I’m gearing up for today’s kinders.  ALL POSITIVE ALL THE TIME YO!!!)

Keeping him happy

I like to make my husband happy.

And while I would think doing things like making this lovely arrangement with the pumpkin he got me would make him happy
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Really, he’s happiest if he’s well fed.

And I like to keep him happy

Because if he’s happy he doesn’t get as annoyed with some of the less loveable things I do.  Like when I make him watch iCarly.

Or when I mange to turn myself into a burrito with the blankets at night, leaving him freezing.

Or when I’m PMSing like whoa and start sobbing at him because we’re out of coffee creamer.

Or (and this is the meanest thing I do) I make him do things on the weekend.  When there is FOOTBALL on.

I’m clearly a horrible horrible wife.

So I do my best to make up for it.  Last week, when we had Indian he LOVED it.  And I only made enough for dinner, not leftovers for his lunch.

Like I said, horrible wife.

So this week I made it again.  And took pictures to show you guys

I like the rice that comes in the burlap bags.  It feels more authentic.
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See!  It says authentic right on it.  Costco sells brown basmati.  Basmati is my favorite rice ever.  After I had it at an Indian friend’s house in high school I may have demanded my parents buy me a whole bag of it.  No shame.  For a long time I could only find white in the fun bags.  I got possibly too excited the first time I found this.

I also use curry powder that has writing I can’t read on it
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Authentic.  (I got this at Barbur World Foods-any random ethnic grocery is an awesome place to buy spices.  I think it was under 4 bucks for this giant thing of curry)

A lot of curry recipes have absurdly long lists of spices.  I’m not fancy* so I use these
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Cinnamon (yeah that bottle is deformed.  I still keep refilling it), garlic, the curry powder, red pepper, and cumin.

Plus a tomato and some purred roasted hot peppers (my parents gave me an absurd amount of peppers, so I roasted them, then put a few in the magic bullet with some water to use for this meal.  So friggin good)

I put cauliflower in a big pan with some water, curry powder, cumin, and the purred peppers (Normally, I’d just use crushed red pepper).  I covered it till it was softened, then added a ton of spinach
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And let it cook a few more minutes.  I’m always amazed at how spinach shrinks.  This is what we ended up with
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We also had some dal
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Which I made with purred peppers, tomato, curry powder, cumin, garlic, and a touch of cinnamon.

For the chicken, I got really authentic and busted this out
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Trader Joe’s makes some good sauces, let’s not lie.

The sauce also had a splash of this
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Because heavy cream is fantastic.

All together
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And there were leftovers!

Which is good, because I have lots of things I want to happen this weekend. Things that aren’t beer and football.

Do you ever make Indian food at home?

What are your weekend plans?  We’re going to a beer fest tonight.  Which means I deserve to go shopping for new jeans I think.

 

*if you’re wine tasting and they try to give you white wine before you taste red and you say “it doesn’t matter, I’m not fancy” they judge and mutter things about “killing your pallet”.  Guess how I know.

Balance

I’m all about balance in life.

Like our lazy Indian meal last week.  Chicken with marsala sauce, curried cauliflower and spinach, and rice
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Plus dal
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It wasn’t too mild, it wasn’t too spicy.

It wasn’t too fatty, but it was rich enough to be tasty
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There’s a shot of cream in there.  Cream is good for you, I swear.

There was enough meat to make my husband happy, and enough veggies to make me happy
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And since it was homemade with some trader joe’s thrown in, the prep time was also just right.  Balance is good.

When it comes to feeding my husband, it’s about balance too.

Did you know when we first started dating he told me he didn’t like pie?

I mean of all the foods he hates, pie is one of the weirdest to me.

When it comes to feeding him foods he doesn’t like, I try to take a baby bear approach.  I don’t want to push it too much.  But I also don’t want to never get to have pie.

So when I made the apple pie on Monday, I told him I didn’t expect him to love it.  But I wanted him to at least try a bite.

And because he’s good on balance too, he said he would finish a whole piece, to give it a real chance.
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(how can you say no to this?  I don’t know….)

And the results?

He liked it!

(we also ate the pie after going on a run.  balance friends, balance)

Balance also comes in the fact that when dealing with my migraine of doom my husband mixes letting me wallow in bed with making me laugh (“you realize that throwing up in the parking lot of Fudruckers sounds like it should have a really good story to go with it”)

(yes, I threw up in the parking lot of Fudruckers.  Like I said, migraine of doom)

And it’s also balancing things that make me feel alive
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With my husband running to the store to get me things that make me smile.  Like popsicles and this
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Seriously.  A pumpkin!

He may not be able to totally balance out the migraine, but my husband does a darn good job trying.

What’s been balanced in your life lately?

Anyone else get migraines of doom?