Molto Bene: A Tale of Triumph

Good evening, Ragazzi!! (I’m not an expert, but I’m gonna pretend I’m certain that means boys and girls)

Monday’s been a long day for me.  I hit the office early and running and stuck around late to clock in some extra time (as I’ll be doing all week).  I hate hate hate taking vacation time if I think I can make it up during the week and, since I’ll be taking about a half-day on Friday for my travels to the Healthy Living Summit (I’d stop linking, but it’s addictive), I’ll be trying to earn about an hour extra each day. Then, voila! guilt free time off on Friday to schmooze with all the friends and blends-to-be (P.S. since I don’t even think I mentioned it, this one time I did a Guest Post for Alexa of Simple Eats a while back about how I make friends in new places… there’s even a picture of me and Jason Segel so check it out.)

At work, for a snack, I enjoyed some strawberries, an Adora Calcium disk, and some seeds. It was just like a tasty bird food mix up.

Paired with a side of Coke Zero

Now that I’m done shamelessly promoting myself (which is needed since I’m the only one who ever read/commented on my own guest post) and my snacks, it’s time to get to the meat of the day.  Or, in this case, the meatBALLS.

To get there, though, we have to go back.  Old school….

One time, for one month, I lived in Florence, Italy, home of MichaelangeloAmerigo Vespucci, Acqua al Due (which fed me the greatest steak of my life), and (more recently), my twin, Snookie.

Only one? Come on, Jordan!

That's my goal... Only I'd never ever smoke a cigarette. YUCK! (click for Source)

Italy was a glorious place to live, even just for a month.  Only all… we ever…. ate… was pasta.

Pasta and Nutella

Pasta with veggies, pasta with sauce, pasta with prawns, pasta with pepperoni, pasta with meat…..

By the end of the month, I was so sick of pasta I never wanted to see it again.  And honestly, since then, it very rarely has.  Unless I felt obliged to eat it due to being at someone’s home (as a guest), I avoided it like the plague.  But tonight, after saving my poor little basil plant , I was inspired.  It helped that sauce and pasta was on sale too….

I purchased a package of Ronzoni Healthy Harvest Spaghetti at the store (sticking with the whole grains, though not too low carb…)

Snagged picture, click for the Source!

I also snagged some turkey meatballs from Harris Teeter and some sauce I already had on hand…

In a little sauce-pan, I sauteed some spinach and green peppers, several leaves from that dear basil plant, then added the sauce, and some tomatoes.  Once the pasta was sufficiently done (I like it tender, not a bit al dente), I threw it in a big ol’ bowl with about 3-5 of the turkey meatballs, and covered it in a few sprinkles of reduced fat mozzarella cheese, OODLES of crushed red pepper and dried oregano, and gobbled it up like I hadn’t eaten pasta in years (when it may have actually been a year.)

Pas-TASTIC!

Loved the effect the basil had, and how hearty the meal tasted even though I went with less-pasta and much more veggies. Pasta made a triumphant return in my life, and (if I always make it this veggie laden) I foresee it becoming a repeat offender.

Even though I was, for the most part, full, I wanted to chase it down with a tiny sweet treat….

Pillsbury Sweet Moments Brownie Bites in Cocoa Caramel Obsession

There were 12 of these tiny nibblets in a package, and I limited Ry and myself to 2 each (so we could feasibly repeat this 2 more nights!)

I’m gonna shoot you straight, as tiny as they were, they tasted like tiny gooey bites of sweet, delicious sin. I could EASILY have wolfed all 12 of them down, but the 2 that I enjoyed were a perfect 120 calorie way to end my night on a sweet note.

I forgot to take a shot of their size, but luckily someone else did that for me (see Finding Inspiration in Food’s review for a finger comparison!)  I love caramel mixed with chocolate, and anything that combines them in an itty bitty bite is even more enjoyable.  I found these at Harris Teeter for $2.50 and had a $1/off coupon so it was a bargain.  You can get your own coupon at the Pillsbury site (just make sure you have a printer ready!)

All in all, this has been a top notch Monday, as far as Mondays go…. and in due time (3.5-ish days…. but who’s counting?) I’ll be on a plane headed North!

Do you like pasta?  If so, how do you like it (shape, sauce, cooking style, veggies or meat)?

What’s your favorite weeknight “dessert” that doesn’t kill the calorie intake but satisfies your sweet tooth?

Beach Bunny!

Gooooood (rainy) morning, everyone!

It’s 8 a.m. and, as per, I’m the only one awake.  The life of an early bird…

This morning, I decided to be a team player and get donuts for the whole gang.  In our humble abode, the roster is currently as follows:

  • Jordan (that’s me!)
  • Ryan (the beau)
  • Mom and Dad
  • Somers, Connor, Hunter (nope, he’s in France! sacre bleu!) and Kiley (my siblings)
  • Jacki (Somers’ girlfriend)
  • Bally, Lorch, Sunny, Gilly, Beaver (Connor’s friends)
    anddddddddddddddddddddddd
  • Rachel (my besty who surprised us last night with an impromptu decision to spend the next two days with us!!)

Clearly, it’s a full house (14 was the final count) so I picked up 2 dozen of the most delicious donuts known to mankind at Brown’s.

Truly a delicacy

Normally, the line is about 30 feet long for these warm, fried gooey treats, but today I got lucky that it was raining! (look on the bright side of life, right?)

Sweet, fried dough

They use the same machine as they have my whole life, and it’s a slow process, but the payoff is totally worth it.

I wanted to eat them all!

They come out piping hot and oozing with icing. Just how I like em…

On my way home, I  saw some beautiful scenery, including this party house:

Not Pictured: The tent in the driveway with beer bottles all over.

Either they were getting the day started very early (this shot was taken at 7:15 am) or they passed out before cleaning things up.  I’m hoping the latter, but I know how some folks like to party…

I also caught this little fella in the act:

BUSTED!

Sneaky beach bunny was nibbling my neighbor’s flowers!!  I love to see bunnies at the beach, especially because Ocean City’s an island, and I imagine them swimming over.

Well, the other folks of the household are starting to stir, so I’m off to give them the fruits of my adventure.

After I get my fair share, of course.

Donuts are for lovers.

How do you like your donuts, warm or cold?

What do you do on a rainy day at the beach?

Maybe we’ll see a movie… Hope everyone’s enjoying the holiday weekend!

Shore Thing

Good morning and happy long weekend friends and lovahs!

It is a BEAUTIFUL day here in Ocean City, New Jersey, and I can’t imagine being anywhere else.  Earlier, at Wawa, it really hit me.

Nectar of the Gods.

I. Have. Arrived.

Right now, the smells of breakfast are filling the air as my mother balances enough eggs, bacon, Taylor pork roll, and everything bagels to feed a small army.  As I’m one of seven in this family, and we all have friends and significant others in town, we basically are a tiny (and poorly equipped, unless you count iPhones) army. We need fuel to fight off the hoards of folks at the actual beach, and make sure we get efficient space to spread out.  Earlier today, we picked up some essentials Boyar’s Market, the most quaint little market I’ve seen on the island since Palermo’s.  And I’m well aware that 98% of you have no idea what I’m talking about, so here’s a super fierce picture of my mom walking back into the market to get some soft pretzels (oh Philly area, give me all your foods):

Ah, Shelly, just looking for some pretzels in this big, mixed up world.

Since I have some time before we eat breakfast, I figured now was as good a time as any to thank Lindsay over at In Sweetness and In Health for tagging me with a fun survey/award!  Hopefully, this will give you some deep, personal knowledge of the most important aspects of my life (read: cartoon characters I’m fond of and what I’ll be reading on the beach.

1. Favorite Cartoon Character:

Without a doubt, Daria.  She inspired my years of teenage angst, I remember long hours spent in front of the television watching her and Jane’s antics, giving googly eyes to Trent (Jane’s hottie older brother), and thinking that the Morgendorffer family was the funniest to the hit the small screen.

You're standing on my neck.

2. Favorite Thing to Photograph:

Friends and events, absolutely.  I’ll admit, my camera is a baby point and shoot, nothing too fancy.  It looks a lot like this:

Never far from my grasp.

But honestly, I feel like I have gotten decent at taking the pictures of me/my friends with my long, orangutan arms.

Jojo and Kiki... and the best cupcakes EVER! (not really.)

RyBaby and Jojo... and BEER!

Mother Daughter Bathroom Pic. Class Acts.

I think that a nice camera might be at the top of my birthday list (August 24, mark your calendars, folks!  I’ll be pre-celebrating at the Healthy Living Summit in Philly).  Until then, I’ll be happy being the documenter of all things fun.

3. Favorite Thing to Cook:

Breakfast!!

Griddle GIrl

 4. Favorite Way to Exercise:

Group fitness classes are my JAM!  Les Mills classes that I love include Attack, Pump, Jam, and Combat.

5. Favorite Movie:

Dazed and Confused or Romeo + Juliet

Oh, Leo! I bet you kiss by the book...

6. Favorite Clothing:

For a while, when I had a bit more jelly in my belly and size on my thighs, leggings were all I wore.  I don’t even think I had a pair of pants that weren’t made with over 50% elastic…  Nowadays, though, my favorite clothing might have to be dresses.  Especially with pockets.

Though I always thought I looked rather fetching in a skydiving jumpsuit…

MAKE IT WORK, JP!

7. Favorite Flower:

Birds of Paradise, hands down.  My parents go me some for Graduation and I just melted with love.  Since then, it’s grown into a full fledged adoration.

8. Favorite Breakfast:

Not to copy off of Lindsay, but french toast is (quite literally) my bread and butter.

9. Favorite Book:

Too many to count!! but I am a huge Chuck Palahniuk fan, and would say my favorite book of his was Invisible Monsters.  So intense, so gory, so gritty and so great.

10. Least Favorite Food:

Ugh.  Maybe any meat that’s boiled?  Drawing a blank on this, but alas, my OTHER favorite breakfast is cooked, so I’m off to eat it before the wolves (my brothers) gobble it down!!

Enjoy your day, wherever you are, get sexy in your bikinis and board shorts, get so much sunshine, and come back with lots of stories!!