Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Pi Day

Yes, I am posting a food-related post not on a Friday. Still a Food Friday though. Because I said so. Kind of. Also, I wish it was Friday.

Happy 3.14159265359... day. Or also known as Pi Day. Because it is 3/14. Ha ha. Very cute. Math.

Now, as many of you may know, if you know me at all, that I do not make a habit of baking. While sometimes my cooking disasters turn out salvageable, my baking has had an atrocious legacy. Mostly cakes. They just do not turn out, or I am too impatient.


Exhibit A. Happy Birthday Breaky

BUT, one thing I do bake is apple pie. My Dad makes the best apple pies, and it has kind of become a tradition. My Dad is similar in kitchen styles to me, in that he kind of makes things up as he goes, and rarely uses a recipe. If he does, it is a complicated old family recipe, like the Julekakke at Christmas, or it is a recipe he created and wrote down to remember. I once asked him if he has his apple pie recipe so I can include it in our family recipe book. He said that he just uses the recipe from the box of Kraft Minute Tapioca. I look over at him, knowing full well he had modified it in some way. "What about the apple juice?" I ask. "Well, yeah, I guess I add that" he said. "And the extra crust?" "Well, that's just for fun." 

Two peas in a pod. 





So, I present the modified Kraft Minute Tapioca Apple Pie. (Original Recipe here)

Ingredients:

  • 6 cups of thinly sliced peeled apples
  • 3/4 cup sugar (my Dad substitutes the appropriate amount of Splenda/Stevia to make it sugar-free-ish)
  • 2 Tbsp Minute Tapioca
  • 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon (or as much as you think is right)
  • 1/4 ground nutmeg (I used just a little less)
  • 1 package ready-to-use refrigerated pie crust
  • Apple juice (just a few sprinkles)
Instructions:

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Peel and slice up your apples if you have not already










As you are tossing the apples in to a large mixing bowl, sprinkle a little apple juice into the mixture. This will prevent the apples from going brown super fast. Toss in the sugar, tapioca and spices as you go along. Mix together. 



Line the pie plate of your choice with one of the crusts (the package will have two). Read the directions on what ever pre-made crusts you have. Some will instruct you to poke holes with a fork along the bottom to prevent bubbling. 

Put the mixture in and cover with the remaining crust. Some crust may be left over over the sides. Cut that stuff off, toss it in sugar and cinnamon, put on a separate baking sheet. Cut slices/slits on the top of the pie crust to allow steam to escape. You may want to put a little melted butter or spray butter on the top, especially near the crusts to make a nice golden brown. I always add a little cinnamon to the top too. 

Put the pie and the baking sheet in. Take the extra pieces that are on the baking sheet out after about 10-15 minutes, and you have a fun little snack while you wait. 

The pie should bake for just about 40-50 minutes until the top is golden-ish brown or some of the juice is bubbling through. 




*Disclaimer, this recipe only makes one pie. I made two for today. So I doubled the recipe




HAPPY PI DAY FOLKS!


Monday, March 6, 2017

Only When He Leaves

This sh*t (literally) only seems to happen when he is gone.

So, in case any of you did not know, Breaky is gone for a full week (and a few days) to cast the qualifiers for a Dota2 major event. I wrote two different blog posts (1 and 2) about what it is like to have a spouse who leaves all the time for events like this.

We have a pretty good system going regarding our day-to-day lives, both when he is here and when he is not. Ever since he went free-lance, it has been nice, as he takes DogCPK out for her first walk of the day before he starts streaming, and she can hang out with him while he streams. This means I can stay at work and have a working lunch. When he is gone, I go home during lunch, take her for a walk and then come home and take her for another one (or let her play outside on the lead... depending on how nice the weather is).


She needs to have at least one long-ish walk halfway through the day, or else our guard dog thinks she must protect us from scary things like, oh, cords, glasses, heels, carpet etc... So keeping her exercised is a very, very good idea. If I wrote about DogCPK's shenanigans, this blog would be more aptly called The Sometimes-Good-But-Sometimes-Naughty Geek Dog.


"Wanna play some Hearthstone? Let me sit between you and the laptop
That helps, right mom?"


But this crazy antic happened during my lunch walk and I couldn't help but write about it in my head, and it made me laugh out loud.

So. DogCPK was very happy to go for her walk today. Lots and lots of energy. Having had our dog for about a year, we know she usually is quite rambunctious right before she has to potty. Now if potty talk makes you uncomfortable, you might as well stop right there, because this story is about poo. Sorry (not really).

So, DogCPK is zooming back and forth, and I can tell a #2 is a-coming. So, as to expedite the process of doggy doo pick-up, because let's be honest, no one looks hot or sexy picking up dog crap, I get a baggie ready. She's doin' her bizznazz, and I notice that she's getting done, but there is some still kinda hanging on. I watch with eyes rolling as she darts away with not one, but two completely separate dingleberries stuck to her behind. One goes flying on to the other side of the sidewalk, as the other is still.... well.... stuck. She's hunching over, while still running around mind you, trying to get it out, all the while, I'm chasing after her with the bag trying to swipe it away.


Giving up, I pick up the two separate piles and get another bag, trying to get the berry swinging from her rafters as she is avoiding me like the plague. I don't blame her, I wouldn't want anything to do with a crazy lady with two bags that smell like my poo trying to touch my butt all while I have something stuck to my backdoor. Finally, she cowers over, and I am able to grab the once flying feces.

So now I have two bags of poo, a dog who is spooked out of her mind, and I am getting a third bag to put the other two in (because I have no idea how much, if any, poo got anywhere else), when, wouldn't my luck just have it, two joggers came flying by. I am trying to juggle the now Matryoshka doll of doggy poo-bags, with my dog making circles around my legs, while I get tangled with the leash causing me to  do this weird kind of curtsy to the nice gentleman who passed by.

Sorry gentlemen, I am taken.... because you all know I was 10 kinds of sexy right there.

Of course, this all happened on a pretty busy residential street near where we live, so I am sure as we speak someone is getting a huge number of views or likes on whatever they could record of my very sexy little dance I had to do with my dog. Because that's my luck.

The rest of the walk was uneventful. Well, except for her horrendous bark/whimpers she does when she sees another dog and wants to play. You think, if you heard her, that we were torturing her. No, DogCPK, we will not let you cross a busy intersection to play with a Dalmatian who looks like he would rather not have anything to do with you. And I swear, nice looking Dalmatian owner, I am not hurting my freaking-out-dog, she just wants to play. *facepalm*


 Who's a good girl? YES, YOU ARE!

Do I miss Breaky? Yes. He is a wonderful husband and a great Dad to our dog. I miss him greatly because he is also my best friend. But I am looking forward to the day that I will not have to wash my hands 80 times when I get back from my walks because miss-poos a lot can't seem to figure out how to poop correctly. 

Disclaimer: I love my dog very, very much and I know this was not her fault. How could I stay mad at this face: 




Friday, February 10, 2017

CBS Bull Esports Episode

If you know me personally, you will know that I used to LOVE LOVE LOVE NCIS. Reruns ran almost daily on certain channels, and between that and Law and Order, it would keep me busy on my days off of school (yes, college) and weekends when my social life wasn't buzzing off-the-hook (ha). Lately though, I have struggled to keep up. I do want to watch the new episodes, but will have to go back at least 2 seasons to get caught up.

So when I heard Michael Weatherly was leaving NCIS, I was shocked. My sister filled me in on the spoilery details of what happened on NCIS. What got my attention though was the new show he would be starring in "Bull" about a trial consulting firm, run by a Dr. Jason Bull (Weatherly) which uses psychology, technology, human behavior and other tricks to figure out what jurors "tick".








I started to DVR it, and watch it while Breaky is either streaming or shoutcasting downstairs, or out to trivia on nights I don't join him, or when he is out at an event, or..... (I get left alone a bit. I'm ok with it).

I am a sucker, obviously. for a good cop/detective drama. After the first episode I wasn't completely sold, but I continued to watch and now I cannot get enough. As I said before, I DVR it, so I am honestly not even sure when it runs, but I know that when I see it in our DVR, I watch it.

So imagine my surprise when I start to watch the latest episode (episode 13) and Dr. Bull and a colleague were attending an esports grand finals.

Yes. Esports.

The episode is called The Fall and deals with an esports capitan who is accused of throwing the grand finals and gets fired from the team and blacklisted. The player sues the owner of the team for deffamation and his lawyer's firm hires Bull's team.


So, what else does a technofile who is married to an esports caster do? I take to twitter of course. I "live" tweeted my DVRed episode of Bull.












Breaky did watch most of it with me, eventually. He even recognized an esports caster Purge, as one of the "shoutcasters" for the finals.

As I said before, as far as popular media goes, it was a great representation of the esports world. So much bad press from a bunch of grumpy gusses who don't understand esports has spoiled my excitement for seeing esports being talked about in the media. Super refreshing to have a positive outlook on the sport for once, even if everything wasn't 100% accurate. I guess this must be how real doctors and nurses feel about shows like Grey's Anatomy and House.





Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Super Bowl 51


Whether you tuned in to the Super Bowl for the game, for the commercials or just because you wanted to be social and it happened to be on, you cannot say that it was not interesting to say the least. I am aware that some of you may have tuned in to the Puppy Bowl instead, so let me know in the comments if that was as interesting as the stuff that happened during the Super Bowl.

In case any of you don't know, Breaky and I are huge sports fans in general. I have become a bigger football fan after I married him, but I definitely grew up in a household where football and baseball, especially, were on the T.V. frequently.

DogCPK hopes that one day the Detroit Lions can make it to the Super Bowl!


Let's get started with the obvious big topic of conversation. The actual football game. If you don't care about football you may want to skip this part.

Oh. My. Lanta. Can we say comeback? A huge lead blown by the Falcons. I do have to say, the first half and parts of the third quarter, I was rather disappointed by the Patriots. Blown passes, shoddy offense, this was not the game I wanted to sit around and watch! I wanted a good, close, nail-biting game. The surprise comeback was unexpected, but man did it produce some drama! Unbelievable. Now, to the debate of overtime, which by the way, is a first for a Super Bowl. I like the college rules of overtime more than the NFL's, but at this time at night, my head was pounding and I really wanted this game to be done and over, mostly because I knew in my heart the Patriots were going to win. My position was solidified when the Patriots won the coin toss. Sure enough, Patriots sneak by a victory in the Super Bowl 51. While I admit, I am not the world's biggest Patriots fan, nor am I a fan of Tom Brady, respect has to be paid. Great comeback. Congrats.






Ok, enough football talk. This is the part where I make comparisons to the parties we throw in the CPK house to "normals." Obviously there were dogs who provided an unending stream of entertainment. Duh. Next came the conversation about the kick-ass leggings my friend wore to the party. Widowmaker leggings from Blizzard's Overwatch. Which then prompted a discussion about how much leggings would be to make and customize versus how much they run for. Next came the lengthy discussion about the merits and complaints about Nintendo's Switch console. Legit, about 20 minutes. By this time I have had a few drinky-poos, and honestly, didn't have enough information to contribute to the debate, so I kinda spaced out. Next came the convos about Dota 2 and HoN tournaments my husband was a part of these last few weeks. Oh, and of course my husband's colorful commentary on the game. He just cannot turn off his casting. He can't. I love him for it.



Photo Credit to Jacki! 
"They need to review this, I think his knee was down, watch!"-BreakyCPK



Now, to the commercials.

Can anyone else match my excitement about Stranger Things Season 2?







Honestly, I love this ad. Everyone else at the party missed it (probably because of the Switch debate):






And I think universally, the favorite commercial of everyone that attended the party:







Halftime:

A huge shout out to Lady Gaga and her performance at the Super Bowl. As the daughter of a choir teacher, I have been taught and lectured about how to tell if someone is really singing or not. Singing and dancing at the same time is not easy. Breath control is essential. That being said, even with the world's best sound system, breath, background noise, changes in pitch can all be noticed in a performance if you are live.




Lady Gaga was live. She had back-up music/singers in case something technical went wrong, and to add to her volume to be heard, but she was legitimately singing. I shouldn't have to be so impressed that an artist sings live, but that's the world we live in (I'm looking at you Madonna...).