A few months ago, I told you about my experience with both the classic and wide mouth versions of Klean Kanteen (read about it here). Shortly afterward, the busy bees at Klean Kanteen also released an insulated wide mouth bottle, eliminating the need for me to complain about the stinky chemical-laden neoprene insulated sleeves that are supposed to keep my water cold.
I am officially a wool convert, which is something I never thought would happen in a million years. Growing up in Chicago, I had no say in my winter apparel. My mom picked out my winter jacket, my scarf, my mittens (and those awesome little clips that hold mittens to the cuffs of your sleeves!), everything. As a little kid, I had no idea if I was wearing cashmere or polyester, although for the sake of full disclosure, I will say that the chances my mom put me in a cashmere ANYTHING at that age lie somewhere between “not a chance in hell” and “dream on.”
When I was in elementary school, we moved to warm sunny southern California and the need for warm winter clothes vanished. I had a few jackets for the inevitable winter rain, but usually I wore sweatshirts when the weather turned cold. The few jackets I had were chosen more because they were cute and had long sleeves than for actual insulation purposes.
My mom always kept our peanut butter in the pantry, not the refrigerator, and as a result, I prefer warm/room temperature peanut butter. It just seems too cold if it’s been in the refrigerator, and it’s harder to spread. There’s nothing like ripping a hole in a piece of bread when you’re just trying to make a peanut butter sandwich. Those are the main reasons that have been holding me back from switching over and holding onto my old school Jif and Skippy peanut butters. A friend of mine loves natural peanut butter, but I get grossed out by having to stir it together. And that’s on top of having to keep it refrigerated!
Enter Peanut Butter & Co! Their peanut butter is not full of hydrogenated oils or other icky stuff AND it doesn’t separate. Like at all. It stays creamy and smooth without any layer of oil floating on top, and it spreads easily.
I jumped on the Nalgene bottle train a few years ago, mostly because I was excited to finally have a water bottle big enough to last me through a decently long workout. Those tiny little half liter Arrowhead bottles weren’t nearly big enough to quench my thirst, and I didn’t want to haul around more than one of them. Nalgene bottles were awesome because they came in a million different colors with lots of designs, they held plenty of water, the tops were attached with a little leash, and the bottles were pretty hard to break (the latter two were especially good for someone like me who constantly drops things). Then everyone started freaking out about BPA. To be honest, my first reaction was BP-what?
Originally, this blog was intended to be about Really Awesome Things, but today is the first installment of Things That Are NOT Awesome. There are lots of awesome things I love, but that are also some un-awesome things that I just feel like complaining about.
In the last two weeks, I have heard and read several words being used incorrectly, so let me take the time to remind the English speaking world what these words really mean.
In Catholic school, I was taught that the trinity was the father, the son, and the holy ghost. In cooking, I learned that there are several different trinities: French mirepoix (onion, carrot, celery), Italian soffritto (a little looser with the number of ingredients), Cajun mirepoix (onion, celery, bell pepper), Asian mirepoix (ginger, garlic, scallions), etc. What I discovered last weekend was my holy trinity of performance comfort.
When I was between colleges, I worked full time. When I went back to school, I kept working so I could pay the bills. In total, I worked at the same place for five or six years (prior to that, I temped in a bunch of different offices). I worked full time in an office that had a very strict business dress code. I later learned that each of the specific rules had been added each time someone (the same girl) wore something inappropriate. Some examples from the modified dress code:
No visible undergarments.
Necklines may not be more than four inches below the collarbone.
Skirts may not be more than four inches above the knee.
No bare midriffs.
These are all things that a normal person would know, but apparently some people need to be told not to dress like Patty the daytime hooker.