Sunday, March 03, 2013

Freezer Adventures

Every once in a while, I get so overwhelmed with the fullness of our freezers that I declare a moratorium on most food purchases. So we take stock of what's in there and figure out how to make meals out of it.

We've been in the process of a freezer purge over the past few weeks, which has led to some interesting dinners, like venison stew, Sunday gravy, tamales surprise and mini tacos.

We've reached the point where our freezers are getting down to a few random items, like half a bag of raspberries, a quarter pint of ice cream, diced ham, and bags of chicken, turkey and beef bones we saved for making stock.


Along with these randoms, we also have a handful of mystery bags.

After some close inspection and inquisitive whiffs, we hypothesized that we have black bean empanadas filling,


sauerkraut and something still to be determined,


and something that smelled like barbecue.



For the latter, we heated up the mystery contents in the oven and finally determined that we had homemade barbecue sauce. Chris recalled bringing a chicken and barbecue dish to our friends' potluck, before these friends moved back to Italy. Then I remembered that the potluck was on Easter, and that I let on while there that I was pregnant. With Maya. Who is now 3 1/2. Which would make this particular sauce close to 4 years old.

Yeah, we ate it anyway. We combined it with the aforementioned diced ham and enjoyed the classic dish barbecue ham- and-cheddar omelets.

In addition to these culinary adventures, we decided we didn't want to be those people who keep animal bones in their freezer. So we also finally got around to making stock -- both poultry and vegetable varieties. However, making stock doesn't help our over-stuffed freezer situation. We've made stock many times before, and usually we freeze it in Ziploc bags of varying sizes. But since we don't own a microwave, using the frozen stock resulted in a slow thawing process before we can even get the stuff out of the bags. So, in need of a space-conscious way to store stock, preferably without plastic bags, naturally, I turned to Pinterest.

That's where I found the solution that's so often the solution for all kinds of food and space dilemmas: muffin tins. A muffin tin is like Pinterest's duct tape; it can be used for EVERYTHING. Martha Stewart's suggestion to freeze stock in 1-cup muffin tins was frequently pinned. Unfortunately, I don't own any of those massive tins; mine are only 1/3 cup each. Still, the idea worked well.




In addition to muffin tins, a few people also suggested yogurt containers, which also proved successful. We go through tons of Oberweis yogurt, which comes in the 8-oz containers -- a perfect size for stock.



On tap for next weekend: figuring out what's up with that sauerkraut.

Thursday, February 07, 2013

Down in the dumps

No Chicago-based toilet blog could exist without mention of the crappiest of crap holes in the city. I speak, of course, of Wrigley Field.

I should note that I am a life-long Cubs fan. I have stuck with them as they've built up my hopes and then flushed that hope down the toilet. Year after year after year. I am also a fan of Wrigley Field. You get spoiled growing up going to that park. It's size. It's charm. It's Old Style.

Yet, despite my love for the Cubs, and my love for Wrigley Field, I will be the first to admit that the bathrooms blow billygoats.

Wrigley Field
Chicago, IL

Don't let this picture fool you: It was taken very early during a game day. Rest assured by the 6th inning, the floor was covered in a fine blend of beer, urine, toilet paper, cigarettes and sport peppers.

And this is just the women's restroom, as in the nicer of the two. Meanwhile, the men have the infamous Wrigley Field troughs.

Still, as much as I enjoy a clean bathroom, on a day like today -- early February, with a lovely "wintery mix" falling outside -- I'd rather be visiting those stinky stalls during the 7th inning stretch than salting my staircase.

So here's to four more days until pitchers and catchers report, and another step closer to the return of Summer.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

The Big Crapple

I started back at work full time in August. Hence, my already sporadic blogging frequency has been greatly diminished. My toilet photography, however, has not. 

That's because being back at work also means that my travel schedule has picked up greatly. New city bathrooms, touristy bathrooms, airport bathrooms. All have met my iPhone.  

Along those lines, I have this shot, taken a year ago in New York while traveling for a conference. Don't let the cleanliness of this picture fool you. It was taken at one of the crappiest* bathroom locations I've encountered: LaGuardia Airport.

LaGuardia Airport
New York, NY




I've since been back to NYC, this time for a non-work trip. And I got some bathroom shots, but I'll save those for another day.


* Figuratively, not literally. At least not that I witnessed this trip.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Meine Klo

As promised, we're traveling to mainland Europe. As expected, it took me six weeks to write this post.

In reality, six weeks isn't that bad. But what's sad is the realization I had the other day about this project.

Like everyone else, I've been watching the London Olympics for the past few days. Seeing London on TV makes me miss that city so much. I actually started this toilet project when I went to study abroad in London...which was 10 years ago. I have been working on this project for 10 years, and I've yet to hang one framed picture in my bathroom.

Sure, I've had some other things going on in my life during those past 10 years — graduating college, getting my first job, moving halfway across the country twice, getting married, having kids, etc. But have any of those activities made me so busy that I can't print out some pictures, frame them, and hang them in my bathroom? Or am I just lazy?

I'm going with lazy. When I look at these pictures, and I think about what I did in Europe, what I've done over the past 10 years, what I did last weekend, one thing becomes clear: I drink a lot of beer.

Like my last toilet post, this one features an unknown drinking establishment. I know I took this picture in Munich, Germany, and I think it might be the Hofbrauhaus. But I'm not positive. Sadly, I didn't think to get another picture when I went back to the Hofbrauhaus on my honeymoon (classic honeymoon destination, no?).

Munich, Germany


Next week (or month, or year, or whenever I get around to posting again), I'll try to feature a non-drinking or eating establishment to prove to you, and myself, that I've done more with my life over the past 10 years then drink and eat.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Bringing Potty Back

Oh my, it's been a while.

Since my last post, I've shaved my head, given birth, and started a second blog. But apparently, none of those events were eventful enough for me to start blogging again.

So what's brought me out of my slumber? Toilets.

While on maternity leave, I've had a little time to dig out those negatives, convert them to digital files and upload them to Picasa. I've actually had time to do a few little household projects, too, and even leave the house everyday. I'm not sure if this baby (a girl named Jane, by the way) is easier than Maya, or if I've just mastered doing multiple tasks while holding an infant, but I managed to accomplish much more than I anticipated this time around. But I'll get to all that less-important stuff in another post.

For today, we have an unknown bar in London, featuring an old-fashioned toilet with an elevated water tank — you know, the kind you'd find in an Italian restaurant with a gun hidden behind:

London, England
Next week, we'll head to mainland Europe. Or I'll get busy and not blog for 8 months. You never know.

Monday, October 03, 2011

Posts I meant to write last week

Monday: Our new-found love for the movie Tangled, and its supreme bribery powers to get Maya to behave.
Tuesday: Maya's second birthday. There would have been tears. Oh, and photo of the potty training toilet we're going to start using in the near future.
Thursday: More stuff.
Friday: A preview of my weekend/work trip to NYC.

What I actually did last week, instead of blogging:

Monday: Fell asleep on the couch as soon as Maya went to bed.
Tuesday: Put together one of Maya's birthday presents.Passed out upon completion.
Thursday: Packed for NYC and went to bed early due to a super-early flight the next morning.
Friday: Took a 6 am flight to NYC. Took Maya to Central Park. Napped.

So basically, I slept through blogging. Um, having a two-year-old is exhausting.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Wee WC

As are most things in cosmopolitan cities, living quarters in London are notoriously small and expensive. And my flat in London was no exception. Our apartment was slightly larger than a dorm room and housed three of us.

My bed in particular was in a "loft" space in the room. Because the ceiling height was so high, a loft was created above the rest of the apartment, featuring some beds and a dresser. Unfortunately, this loft was only 4 feet high, meaning I could not stand up while doing important tasks, like walking and getting dressed.

But, I was in London, traveling almost every weekend to another country, and ridiculously happy (save for the heartache I had over Chris, who was so, so far away in Syracuse at law school).

Anyway, as you might expect in a teeny-tiny flat, we had a teeny-tiny bathroom:

Knaresborough Place, London
From Peed to Meet You

The little loo came with some perks, like the ability to pee and brush your teeth at the same time. Or, after a few too many pints at the local pub, you could rest your head on the sink while going to the bathroom.

And in a way, I look back on this bathroom fondly. Not for the size, so much, as for the time in my life: pre-graduation, pre-marriage, pre-parenthood. Days I could piss away as I pleased.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Gone with the Wind

From the history of my toilet posts, it appears that all I do is go out to restaurants. And honestly, my bank account would likely agree.

Anyway, a few weeks ago, I met my mom, aunt, sister and cousin out for lunch at Ted's Montana Grill. If you're not familar with the chain, it's Ted, as in, Ted Turner.

There wasn't anything remarkable about the bathrooms (save for the dual-flush technology). So in honor of Ted, I present this pic, fully colorized:

Ted's Montana Grill
Naperville, IL

From Peed to Meet You

Thursday, September 08, 2011

Things 264-284: High school

First off, I've missed a toilet post, I know. The thing is, I ran into a little problem: I can't find all the photos I took in Europe.

I distinctly remember organizing them all and writing their locations on the back of the photos. I planned ahead. Then, I filed them somewhere. I just have no idea where.

So, one of my projects this weekend is to go through all the negatives from my Europe photos (because, obviously, I still have those), reprint them all, and scan them into my computer.

This is one of the many reasons I need to keep on top of my 365 project. The more I get rid of stuff I don't need, the more likely I'll find the things I actually want to keep.

Anyway, as my last post was on discarding relics from college, I thought it only appropriate to turn my attention to high school:

From 365 things

The high school graduation cap. Not sure what happened to the gown.

From 365 things

From 365 things

Assorted jewelry and jewelry boxes. And no, don't read too much into me getting rid of a pair of Cubs earrings. I just don't wear earrings too much anymore. The Cubs, however, will never be one of my 365 Things.

From 365 things

OK, this was hard. I was in high school during the height of grunge. And these old Chucks were my standby. I wore these shoes almost every day in high school. They were part of my identity.

But you know what? They're old shoes; not a person. I haven't worn them in more than 10 years. They have holes, and the soles are falling out, and honestly? Chucks really aren't that comfortable.

That doesn't mean, of course, that I haven't started eying a new pair.

Friday, September 02, 2011

Things 252-263: College

It's been eight years since I graduated college. I have to admit that I didn't really love college. Sure, there were some high points (meeting my future husband, a few really great friends, London), but the low points sort of overshadowed everything else (losing yer toes will do that).

But more than the whole illness thing, I never really found my clique in college. There were the sorority/fraternity types (loathed them, although I did marry one), the Midwestern hicks (bigots might be a better description), and the hipsters (pretty much the entire j-school). Although most of my friends probably fell into the latter group, I never really fit in there. The judging, the cooler-than-thou attitude, the obsession with Cat Power. No thanks.

Anyway, given this sort of "meh" feeling about college in general, it's a bit of a head-scratcher that I've saved so much stuff from my college years—stuff I really don't need and will never use again, such as:

From 365 things

These class notes and graded blue books (do college students even use these anymore?). I have no idea why I saved these. I suppose I thought I could look back at the notes in my career. But let's face it: The journalism industry has changed quite a bit in the past eight years, and I seriously doubt any of the brilliant insights within will ever help me out. As for the blue books, I assume I held on to these because I aced some really hard final, which meant something to me when I was 23. Now? Eh.

From 365 things

From 365 things

And these relics from one of my internships. Yes, I learned a lot from my days at Pioneer Press, and the experience likely helped me land my first job. But a denim hat and unflattering photo of me in front of a ginormous, ancient computer probably aren't going to help out my career anytime soon.

I'm sure I have tons of other useless keepsakes from college, some I can easily pitch, other burrowed deep in my brain that I'll never be able to shake. And maybe that's not all bad.