Rain, rain, go away. Come back another day when I don’t have a run planned, please.
I went on a 5 mile run yesterday- one of the few runs, either outside or inside, I’ve done since the marathon over two months ago. It felt so weird to be out there, and not just because it was raining. Despite doing a 5k and a 10k recently, my runs have been few and far between. I really want to get back into it, so despite rain that didn’t let up all day, I headed out.
I’m glad I went! I’m sure I’ve lost both speed and endurance. I didn’t bring Nora with me, because I wanted to focus on just finishing the run. She can either be really motivating or really depressing. (I’m referring to my Garmin, by the way 🙂 ) So I don’t know my pace, but either way, I was still pretty proud of myself when I finished! I want to start running outside at least twice a week from now on. I’ve run a few times on the treadmill in the last few months, but the longest I ever stay on it is 10 minutes. I refer to it as the ‘dreadmill’ for a reason 🙂
After a rainy run, nothing is better than a hot shower and pancakes!
I halved The Kitchen of a Runner’s pumpkin oatmeal pancake recipe for my breakfast. What they lacked in appearance, they made up for in flavor. These were great! I’m pretty cocky about my pancake making skills, but these looked so ugly I’ll never brag again. I remember watching Bobby Flay saying that the first batch of pancakes never turn out well and thinking, “Mine do!” Touche, Flay, touche.
When my dad saw I was making pancakes, he hinted that he wanted some as well. (I didn’t ask him because at this point, it was almost 11 and I was sure he had had breakfast!) After I ate mine, I got to making him a batch of ‘regular’ pancakes that he and my mom split.
Which brings me to my next question- when you cook for your family, do you serve them the same things that you eat, or do you make things you know they like? In this case, I knew my dad wouldn’t be a fan of these pancakes. I loved them, but he’s not a huge pumpkin fan, and something told me he wanted the pancakes he was accustomed to, not my delicious, whole wheat pumpkin ones 🙂
Every time I bake or cook, my family knows they are more than welcome to eat it too, but they rarely do. When I’m cooking beans, my family grimaces. When I’m housing an entire 3 pound kabocha squash (I was hungry yesterday!) my family looks on in disgust. When I tell my parents I’m making brownies and I pull out a pan of black bean brownies with banana in them, they’re not interested.
But when it’s time to cook for them, I prefer to make them what I know they’ll like. I once asked my dad what he wanted for his birthday dinner, and he told me lasagna. I kept asking him, “Are you sure you really just want lasagna? What kind?” His response? “I’m a regular guy that wants a regular lasagna.” So true, Pops, so true. A regular lasagna it was!
When I bring cupcakes to a friend’s party, I make real red velvet ones, because let’s just say that I once used beets as a food coloring alternative and they were not a hit.
If I’m going to make scalloped potatoes for Easter, I’m going to use real cream, even if I can’t eat it because I was a vegan.
When it comes time to make holiday cookie, I’m going to use real sugar, because that’s what the recipe calls for.
Don’t get me wrong- I would love if it my family squealed with enthusiasm every time I offered them a smoothie, saying, “Can you put extra spinach in mine?” But everyone’s taste buds are not created equal. So until my dad starts requesting black bean brownies for his birthday, I’m going to make him real ones, and enjoy them alongside him.
How do you cook for your family?