Yesterday, I took the chance to rave (and complain a little) about some great breakfasts I had along the Oregon Coast. The 50 mile omelets did a great job getting me on the road, up and over the hillsand to our final destination. There is only one problem with this, after 50 miles the 50 mile omelet wears off and you get hungry again! The ladies soon learned that after we got to the hotel and showered it was time to feed us NOW! Continue reading “Food Makes the Legs Go Round, part 2”
As we rode along the Oregon Coast, Rob and I saw some amazing sights. Whales swimming, waves crashing, gorgeous trees and great beaches. Most of the stops along the way were due to me wanting to take year another photo.
However, there were other things I truly enjoyed, the food! Continue reading “Food makes the legs go round”
OK, like many people, I try to recover from the holidays in January. the Holidays are a time of eating and drinking too much, not exercising enough, and watching the belt of truth moving to a hole that shows your waist IS getting bigger.
So in January I have been dry as a tater chip. Yep no beer or wine till sometime in February. I have been eating better (no snacks in the house) and I have been working out more. For the last three weeks I have either worked out or been on the bike riding home 6 out of 7 days each week.
So today, I decided it was a day to reward myself!
I am not sure if I’ve ever discussed my favorite food s with yall, so today seems like a great day to do it!
I am sure everyone has certain things they really really like! For me, there are a few. Brownies and chocolate chip cookies top the list. I could eat both all day every day. I am not a big candy bar person, but a big cookie or brownie, and I am all over it! Trust me with your money, kids or pet, but lord not with your brownies!
Then there is pizza. It’s the perfect food! Grains, meat, dairy, vegies, fiber hell even fruit. My best dinner and breakfast when cycling the Oregon coast was a large meat lovers pizza! Good warm or cold! Without pizza, there is always a good burger! Preferably a mushroom swiss! YUM!!
There are others, but today, we are discussing hot dogs and the horror that happened at work today… Continue reading “Wisdom and Brautwurst!”
I know this will come as a shock to all of those who know me and to most of you who read this blog. But I feel its time I make a confession. Yes, it is true, I like to pick on people. Michelle and I refer to it as poking the bear. Why do I do this? Well, because it’s fun.
Last weekend Mathmajor and his girlfriend spent the night with us. They were in town for a Rave (yeah still not sure what a rave is, but they were here). She was very sweet, and polite and thanked me for letting them stay with us. I just looked at her, deadpan, and said “Wait! What? You are staying here too? He only said he wanted to stay he never mentioned you!” Behind her I could see Mathmajor smiling and shaking his head.
She just froze, and then “Well I could just drive to Tacoma afterwards, its not THAT far (40 miles from here) really its ok….” I lost it and giggled, Michelle kicked me, and all was good. Now picking on her was ok for just a bit, afterwards, it would be like kicking a puppy. I was very nice to her after that.
However, those that know me, and have for a while, get picked on MUCH more!
As you all know, I have been in Spokane for the last two weeks teaching a class of new hires for the mighty P. This has of course meant no bike riding, trying to “on” while having an UGLY cold and having my regular healthy eating habits being thrown out the window. Eating hotel food and going out for lunch and dinner gets old.
Given the location of my office in Spokane, I have been spending some quality time at Subway Sandwich for lunch. Now, given the fact I am known for eating the same thing every day for lunch (Creature of Habit they call me) this has not been a bad thing. I like quite a few of their sandwiches, and they have different breads, so I honestly haven’t had the same thing twice. Since I’ve been there. And the people are really nice, and very fast. So this is NOT a complaint about Subway at all.
This post was inspired by a conversation I overheard while having my sandwich made, all revolving around the Tuscan Chicken Melt sandwich. Continue reading “Did I Really Just Hear That??”
I am not really a pop drinker. Or depending on where you come from, a soda drinker. When I eat lunch or dinner at home, I usually drink water with it. Breakfast at home, it’s my morning tea. When eating out, sometimes I will get an orange juice, and almost always coffee with breakfast. Lunch or dinner, I drink a lot of water. This does NOT of course include those times wine or beer is called for.
When I am thirsty, I simply don’t think of a sweet, bubbly beverage. I think water or PowerAde and try to stay very hydrated. VERY rarely I will have a root beer for a change. The carbonated beverage industry would go broke if it relied on me. That is, of course, with one exception. Continue reading “Elixir of Life!”
I had meant to post this a while ago, back when it first happened, but it has been a busy coupla of weeks. Then today, I stumbled on the pictures I took. So, after a rainy, but great day hanging with Michelle watching the Seahawks win, its time to share the story.
The Tuesday after Labor Day, was bright sunny and warm. I had dropped Michelle off at the airport that morning, so I was on my own. Since the sun had come out, I decided to make a fast ride along the Burke Gilman trail. The plan was simply to ride the 12 miles to town, come back and make myself something to eat.
On the way home, though I decided I was HUNGRY! Continue reading “Location, Location, Location”
There was a time, and I KNOW it will be shocking to many of you, that I was NOT the refined sophisticate that you see (or should I say read) before you today. Yes, I must confess, I didn’t even know what a palate was, let alone profess to have one back then. My wife has worked hard to develop my tastes since we met!
I just didn’t know what good was, for some things. For example, when it came to beer, whatever was cheap, or, better yet, whatever someone else was buying, was the perfect beer! You’ve seen my name, Mountainstroh. Well we drank Stroh’s (America’s only Fire-Brewed beer, in small copper kettles.) mainly because unlike other beers, it came in 15 packs! Three, yes three, Extra beers for the same price as a half rack. This gave rise to the legendary Strohs Bros&Fros of Washington State University! In fact, we wallpapered our dining room one year with our leftovers.
Nowadays, when I go for beer its good beer. I live in the land of microbrews. The WORST beer I will drink is Redhook. There are so many others to choose I could kill my liver just trying them all! My favorites are Mirror Pond and Rogue Ales.
I can only tolerate bad beer now in case of snakebite! And even then I am not sure I would allow it!
Now let’s move on to wine! Anyone remember Cella Lambrusco? Imagine if you will Kool-aid with an alcoholic content. Loved that stuff! There was one camping trip in which I was “sipping” out of the bottle while setting up the tent. In what seemed to be 15 minutes later it was gone! I distinctly remember one last rational thought “OH this is gonna be bad!” The next thing I remember is crawling out of the bushes near camp, and trying to get as close as possible to the fire because I was COLD! Not a good night.
Since then I have moved up to good wine! Now I am not in any way a wine expert. I have 3 categories. Damn that’s good, Eh its ok, and Spit that crap out! I can’t taste pepper, meat, chocolate or oak, I taste wine when I sip wine. I can still tolerate cheap wine, but this weekend we are going wine tasting in Walla Walla and I am SO looking forward to it!
Now for some things, my palate is the same as its been since I was a kid. The best Mac & cheese is Kraft mac and cheese! And I make it better than anyone! Hell, sometimes Michelle and I have it for breakfast on weekends. Peanut butter? Is Jifor Skippy, NOT chunky! (bleh) and I loves Smuckers Strawberry Jam. Cheese? Tillamook cheddar is best! I could eat a block in a night if I let myself.
All of this my wife is ok with, she has helped me widen my experiences with food and drink, and helped me find things we both like!
HOWEVER, (and this is how this post got started) one thing she hasn’t been able to instill in me is the love of good coffee. Today in the lunch room I was pouring myself the basic office coffee. “How can you drink that swill??! she asked?
I love bad coffee. Here I am in the land that spawned Starbucks, Tully’s and bikini barista stands, and I go for office swill. We use to have this old silver urn in the lunchroom. I am convinced it was never cleaned. The coffee had a metalic tang…. DAMN it was good!. I like to get a drip coffee at Starbucks, but I am just as happy hitting AM/PM for a huge cup of over burnt, brewed all day coffee! Too thick to drink, but too thin to plow, strong enough to float a horseshoe, and requiring a bit a chewing before swallowing. Just a little pinch of it between the cheek and gums sure tastes good!
I have stopped drinking beer or wine to get drunk, but I still drink coffee for the caffeine buzz! Nothing wakes you up better on a late night drive than day old, stuck to the bottom of the pot sludge! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!! Couple it with a Diet Mountain Dew later, and you can drive forever!!
So, as I have stated before, it takes a village to raise a Tony. But even the village isn’t perfect. Who’s up for a late night run to 7-11 with me???