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We Are (Always) Penn State
It’s been nearly a year since everything about being a Penn Stater seemed to change. This weekend marks our (my family and friends) first big tailgate of the season and we have spent this week preparing and emailing furiously amongst our group laying the plans for an it to be epic.
I mean, when you combine the Ohio State game with Halloween, there is only one logical conclusion ~ amazingly fun time. Obviously!
It feels familiar and good to be heading to State College amped up for a football game. And despite everything that has come since November 2011, I can say with certainty that not much has changed about being a Penn Stater. We’re still incredibly proud of our university, fiercely supportive of our players, and always ready to stand up and be heard.
We Are.
Always.
Penn State.
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Love ya Lions.
dinner date downtown
Every once in a while, the man and I enjoy dinner on the town. This past weekend, after the executive decision was made that I would have to run a half marathon another day (Side note: I feel a little like a 90-year-old because I’ve been having issues with my hip … it hurts!) we decided to have a date night.
We took Lucy Lou for a nice hike at Valley Green (she loves running off the leash and Valley Green has a doggy paradise) in the morning and then headed downtown to meander. I had to stop in at work and afterwards, we just enjoyed the city on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.
And then we hit up an amazing restaurant for dinner. We went early (further cementing my 90-year-old status) but on the plus side, we got great service at a busy restaurant on a Saturday night, and we got home before Lucy decided to disown us as terrible doggy parents.
We arrived shortly after the restaurant opened, and while perusing the wine list, discovered our favorite local vineyard (previously only featured at one restaurant -now closed- in Chicago, Charlie Trotters). Then we made the executive decision to do the Chef’s Tasting Menu.
Delish.
I won’t go into detail about each course ( two amuse-bouche, four full courses, a cheese course, dessert and a final bite) ~ but it was an incredible and worthwhile experience.
I will say that I loved the autumn spaetzel and New York Game Hen (the fourth course), the ridic Fois Gras Tart and Cranberry Compote (first full course) and the Sweet Pignoli Cookies with lemon curd perhaps a little more than the rest. But what an experience. Our server was equal parts friendly conversationalist and informed foodie (side note: I actually hate that word but use it here with much respect for her knowledge and enthusiasm). We received a complimentary glass of bubbles for our Tasting Menu order as well as granola to bring home and had an incredible dinner. I could wax poetic about it for paragraphs but I feel as though that would be extremely excessive.
Something else that was impressive to me ~ the cheese course, which consisted of three Pennsylvania cheeses, one New York and one Virginia. Pretty locally awesome. Loved it.
A detail that also made my heart swell? The quote at the bottom of the menu ~ by George Eliot (considered one of the most prominent writers of the Victorian Era).
weekend bonfire
Okay, so I’m still working on getting good shots with the panorama feature on my phone, but this is a (bad) picture of our kitchen mantle, after I got a little enthusiastic at Michael’s (fall leaf garlands?!? = must.have!).
And here is our living room mantle (pop quiz: name a benefit of living in an apartment that was originally an antique store? yup, that’s right folks ~ two ornamental mantlepieces!).
Last weekend, a few of my girl friends from highschool and their guys journeyed from Philadelphia (I realize that makes it sound epic ~ we’re only 12 miles from Center City so it can be done in 35 -45 minutes if the traffic isn’t bad) to our little country house for dinner and a bonfire.
It was one of the best evenings I’ve had in a long time.
First, it was awesome to have our friends over (the man and I love to entertain) but also, isn’t it so great to spend time with people who have known you since pretty much the beginning of you? I moved to Wyomissing between my sophomore and junior year in highschool, and I feel blessed that these two ladies are still/again in my life. It’s comforting (I know, I use that a lot but I love feeling comfy!) to be with people who know your family, who understand where you came from. And, both their guys are fantastic too, so all around, it was so much fun! (I’m gushing. I know. But seriously. I -and the man- had such a good time!).
Second, the man and I love doing stuff like this. Prior to their arrival Saturday evening, we did some decoration shopping (I had this idea of how I wanted everything to feel so we went on a mission and I felt supremely satisfied after our sojourn) and meal prepping. We were presented with a few meal-planning challenges (which is too strong a word, but my brain seems to be short-circuiting in the synonym department) because one of my friends is a pescatarian and the other doesn’t eat gluten (better women than me for staying disciplined!). Some of our tried and true dinner menu items were out (sadly, no hickory smoked cheese bread … ah well!). We ended up making Smitten Kitchen’s Buttermilk Chicken and cooking it on the grill, vegetarian stuffed peppers and potobello mushrooms, and oven-roasted potatoes. For dessert, I whipped out a favorite from IGE ~ crispy homemade peanut butter cups. We also enjoyed some amazing cookies and delicious Pumpkin Beer (I am now a huge fan!), as well as a few nice reds, a tasty white & a bottle of bubbles to celebrate bar passages and game releases, and upcoming tests, and just getting together!
After dinner we all ‘retired’ to the firepit with hot mugs of cider (some spiked, others -like mine- as is -because that’s how I like it!). Before we knew it, it was past midnight and everyone headed home. But what a great evening! I like remembering really fun times, and I especially like reminiscing during a particularly stressful time at work. It cheers me up to no end.
Happy Fall! Next up … our first major PSU tailgate for OSU next weekend. It’s a white out ~ we have a spreadsheet for who is bringing what ~ it’s going to be epic. (And hopefully, very organized!)
stopping in
I realize that I have become woefully negligent about this blog.
I still love it ~ don’t get me wrong. But since my life got busy (what feels like) eons ago (but in reality was late July of last year when the ownership of the company I work for changed and my job got … well, a lot bigger) it’s been very hard to find time to try new recipes regularly, and sit down to blog about life. In addition, I had that moment a few weeks ago when I stopped to take stock of why I do this.
This is going to sound cheesy ~ but there is something really interesting in going back and rediscovering yourself a year earlier ~ reading my thoughts, and how I phrased things ~ figuring out what has changed in me. It’s at once grounding, as well as refreshing ~ sometimes this blog reminds me of who I am, when I am feeling a little lost, and a little far away from things. Sometimes it sparks a curiosity I forgot I had … other times it makes me smile to have a documentation of the last year & a bit of my life. A way to remember small things that would otherwise be forgotten.
Also, even though I am pretty sure I will never have a little person of my own, I do think about what a gift something like this would be to a daughter (or a son). My mother writes ~ I’ve read multiple pieces of her fiction, as well as articles she’s written for magazines. It amazes me how reading someone’s words give you a new perspective as to who that person is ~ my mother became more than my mother to me. She became a person, full of imagination and life and thoughts and dreams and passions and intellect that had absolutely nothing to do with her being a parent. Very powerful ~ a precious gift I would like to give any daughter of mine (real, or in my case, imaginary!).
I’ve been so tired lately ~ so many things going on and never enough time in the day. It’s definitely true that the older you get, the faster time slips by. Today, while waiting for my daily Soy Chai (I have tried, in vain, to give these up ~ I swear, they are more addictive than nicotine), the lovely barista asked if I’d finished school yet. When I said yes, he said, “No, I don’t mean high school. I mean college.” Ha! What a sweetie! When I told him that it had been nearly 10 years since I’d received my degree, he actually looked shocked. It definitely made my day. Anyone would love to be mistaken for being over ten years younger than they actually are ~ when a person is tired and feeling as bleh as I was feeling this morning ~ it was one of the best compliments in the world.
To add to my very sweet Wednesday, I made myself Trader Joe’s Butternut Squash Triangolini for lunch and am very excited to dive in. I have to say, it’s pretty amazing stuff. Last year I mixed it with chunks of roasted squash but this year, I’m going to just enjoy it solo. It’s pretty sweet, so it almost feels like dessert. I knew I had to make it soon, before it reached it’s expiration date ~ and I am going to take the plunge and try to give up gluten for real, so I knew it had to be eaten up, or forfeited completely!
Wishing you a happy Wednesday with lovely surprises and yummy treats, as well!
more adventures in wyoming
When we planned this trip, we had a couple ideas of what we wanted to see and/or do. We didn’t even get half of it in, but we did do several things we really enjoyed.
A few highlights …
One of the most touristy places in town, the Million Dollar Cowboy Bar, had saddle bar stools. I thought they were a riot. And we each had ourselves a bottle of Moose Drool Brown Ale. Yum.
How adorable is this? And on the other side? His little hiney hanging out that back. The pictures aren’t very good though, because the lighting was difficult. You will just have to imagine!
We checked out a local brewery (we tried to find a vineyard … but the only one that exists didn’t have a tasting room … bummer). I had an amazing Sour Ale (my new obsession) and the man enjoyed a couple really tasty brews. Well worth walking all over the quaint village of Jackson trying to find it! We also witnessed a very beautiful moon on our way home.
We rode the Red Tram to the top of the ski slopes and, despite my paralyzing fear of heights, enjoyed the scenery, the chilly temps and the strong gusts of wind.
The Tram, and a view backward during the ride up.
The valley below.
The man out on the platform that I couldn’t walk out to ~ I even had to enter the Tram to go back down through the out-door. (I was literally paralyzed by fear ~ the drop off was very steep, and the wind was very strong!)
The Teton Village is at 6100 ft, and the Tram takes 12 and a half minutes to travel two and half miles ‘up’ to 10, 450 ft. As I mentioned, it was chilly ~ especially as it was about 72 degrees when we hopped on the Tram at the bottom! Luckily, I was prepared with a scarf and a jacket!
My favorite pic of us from the vacation. Too bad there is zero scenery in it!
We saw the sun rise over the Grand Tetons, saw animal herds, and enjoyed as much of the scenery as we could. Every day since we’ve left, I’ve wished we were still there, breathing in the fresh, dry Wyoming air, and watching the sun creep over the peaks of the mountains, the colors of the slopes changing and morphing as the sun rises in the sky.
Entering the park on National Park Day!
At this point, we’d already seen a few elk lazily crossing the highway in the pitch dark. Those guys are pretty big!
Another elk herd in Grand Teton National Park.
Even driving is beautiful.
I know all the pictures of the mountains are probably starting to look alike, but it was just so magical. I wish that pictures could show what we saw ~ what it felt like to look up and feel so very small.
Saturday early morning drive ~ all bundled so we could drive with the roof off and enjoy the scenery.
Driving.
The sun rising.
More mountains as the sun came up. Aren’t the colors incredible?
We drove around Jenny Lake, and Leigh Lake and up to Signal Mountain Lodge, along the shores of Jackson Lake. We had an amazing breakfast at the Signal Mountain Lodge (Trout Eggs Benny ~ so good); we climbed down to the bank of Jenny Lake (still hazy with smoke from fires a few weeks before we arrived) and up to the Signal Mountain Summit where we could see the mountain range and the lakes and the valley. Everything was more beautiful than the last ~ it was constant feasting for the eyes.
Jenny Lake.
Jenny, Leigh and Jackson Lakes are glacier lakes, so they are over 200 feet deep in places.
The path at Signal Mountain Summit.
Another attempt at a self-pic! Crooked mountains in the background!
On Saturday evening, after all our adventuring, and another dip in the pool and hot tubs and sauna (indulgence!) we headed out to dinner by way of the park, because this little lady was determined to see a moose. Unfortunately, we missed major moose sightings all weekend (other people were more than happy to tell us all about their sightings, which just made me more sad that we missed seeing one!). But we did hear several bull elks bugling as the sun went down. It was very peaceful and the man was completely enraptured.
Mr. MOOSE! Where are you?
(My artistic picture of our fruit-less search for a moose.)
Our last sunset in Wyoming.
I’m so glad we took the time to go ~ it was a part of America I’d never experienced before, and the scale of things is so unlike anything I have encountered. I can’t wait to go back.
oh purple mountains majesty above the fruited plain
This past weekend, the man and I had the great pleasure of taking a little trip to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. It was much-needed, and absolutely breath-taking.
Sadly, pictures do not do justice to the utter gorgeous-ness of the terrain, but I am going to share some anyway, because it was such an incredible and beautiful experience. I can’t wait to go back.
We stayed at the Snake River Lodge and Spa, which has just undergone an ownership change, so I’m not sure how much of what we saw and enjoyed at the resort will still be intact when they re-open for the ski season this winter. Buuut, we really loved the room, with the cozy fireplace, comfy bed and steam room shower, and the pool was amazing. I realized I hadn’t been in a pool in years, so I was very excited about it.
We arrived at mid-day on Thursday, and we went immediately to the John Moulton Barn on Mormon Row in the Grand Teton National Park. I had been hankering to see it in person after seeing all the stunning pictures of it.
Not quite what I was expecting, but oh my goodness, the mountains! We were on the ground for less than 20 minutes, and we’d already seen antelope, a herd of bison and the barn I’d been day-dreaming about since before we planned the trip.
Ahhh. Bliss!
In fact, I was so in awe of the sheer beauty of the mountains, I started taking pictures at the airport. There are no ramps to board planes at Jackson Hole, so you exit the plane and walk across the tarmac. The entire walk, I was gushing. So stupendous.
We upgraded our rental, so we spent the weekend driving a four door Jeep Wrangler with the front of the roof off. Amazing. I felt totally indulgent the entire time.
On Friday, after a good old-fashioned country breakfast, we drove over the Teton Pass into Idaho. I was white-knuckled the entire time (good lord that road was steep, winding and seemingly narrow!).
A view from the top of the Teton Pass.
A scenic trail in Idaho.
It was amazing the temperature difference when we stopped at the peak of the mountains (I was also grateful to take a little break and get my feet on solid ground for a minute).
The road from a distance, heading back to Wyoming.
The mountains in Idaho.
I was obsessed with the birch trees.
Bundled and picture happy.
Sunny skies.
The Jeep, semi-topless. 😉
Isn’t my man a cutie?
On Saturday we took full advantage of National Park Day (all parks are free!) and got up before the sun to try to catch the herds of animals moving. We saw a lot of elk, including two monster bull elks ~ gi-normous racks. I’m not sure how those animals hold their heads up. It was amazing to watch and to see the majesty of the park as it came to life. Those pics will be up tomorrow! I will say that Mr. Moose eluded us. I guess we’ll have to go back!
musical theatre
Have you ever loved something so much it encompassed your entire life? You lived, dreamed, slept, ate and breathed it?
I did.
I was a musical theatre nerd. For real. As in, I didn’t even know any radio hits until I got to college and met people who liked music that didn’t have Original London Cast and Broadway Cast Recording versions. (This might be a slight exaggeration, but only slight. My music collection was every Andrew Lloyd Weber production ever, and a myriad of other musicals including most of the Rogers & Hammerstein library, Showboat, Chess -London Cast only -, Godspell, etc etc).
I loved singing, dancing and being on stage more than anything. I took dance classes, had voice lessons, participated in every show in my high school. I was ‘Glee’. And I went to college for musical theatre.
Where I proceeded to spectacularly crash and burn. There were a lot of factors, none of which are important enough to revisit fourteen years later, but my freshman year was a hot mess. My sophomore year, I dropped from the musical theatre program to ‘just’ the theatre program, and proceeded to cut every part of musical theatre out of my life.
I’m serious. I mean, I’ve never even heard the whole “Wicked” soundtrack, let alone seen the show. My high school self would be appalled with me.
I have friends who have been on Broadway, and whose voices are gifts from God. When they sing, you can’t help but be transported somewhere better. I see their success and am so unbelievably happy for them. And unbelievably disappointed in myself.
Which is why, when I discovered ‘Glee’ online last week, it wasn’t my best day. I watched the season finale from last year, and the season premiere from this season, and I almost felt transported back to 1998 and all the good and bad of the hopes and dreams and utter disappointment that followed my own graduation from high school and matriculation at college.
I don’t have anyone to blame for my failure to pursue my dream except myself. Somewhere along the line, I lost my confidence and my drive. Looking back as a stronger, hardened-by-life adult, I can see where things went wrong for me. It’s sad. But it’s also life. The thing that finally watching ‘Glee’ (I avoided it for a very long time for this exact reason) did for me was to remind me that at one point in my life, I had drive and passion for something. I wanted something more, and not only did I want it, I believed I could achieve it. I think that’s what makes the people who succeed get there ~ enough arrogance combined with self-confidence and blinders to keep on pushing when everyone is saying no.
I wish I’d had that. But wishing doesn’t really get a person anywhere, does it? 🙂
snap shots
Back in August, before I fell off the map, the man and I took part in one of the coolest things I’ve done in awhile.
Diner En Blanc
We dressed in white, brought all our white accoutrement with us (yes, including tables and chairs and dishes and silverware and … well, you get the point) and enjoyed dinner al fresco with new friends in one of the coolest spots in Philly (to me ~ but I’m a sucker for the Ben Franklin Parkway …. and Logan Square situates you smack dab between the Philadelphia Art Museum and City Hall … gorgeous).
The restaurant generously catered for us, and we were lucky enough to have awesome dining neighbors, who shared smoked Cornish hen and lobster salad. We shared some French sparkling rose’, so it almost equalled out (we were the big winners … the Cornish hen was ridic).
Had I had my shiznit together, I would have talked a lot about it … but I didn’t, and life has been trucking by, faster than I’ve been prepared for it.
Here’s the thing. In July, both my mother and I (to a lesser degree) had huge health diagnosis’. And even though I would like to be half the woman my mother is – she who soldiers on with a smile, great attitude and tons of energy to spare – I, woefully, fall far short. It’s been tough ~ not necessarily due to my own health, but getting my brain securely around the truth about my mother’s health. Difficult, heart-breaking, scary, unknown, overwhelming, surreal … those are some of the words I can muster up in the moment.
So, a person definitely loses time when focused so singularly on something so utterly important.
On top of all that, football season started. And football season came with baggage this year. First, the baggage of what it means to be a Penn Stater. Second, the baggage of living with a man whose team won the Super Bowl last year. I totally understand that some people may read this and think … wait a second. She is prioritizing football right up there with health issues.
No. And yes. No, nothing in my life is even close to being a priority like my mother. I am not going to wax lyrical, but seriously – if you have had a moment in your life like this, then you can understand the level of importance and also intensity. Aka, unmatched. Buuuuut ….. Yes, football is a priority in my and the man’s life. That’s who we are, that’s what we do … it’s a part of why our relationship works so well. Mutual interests and understanding.
Additionally, Miss Lucy and I listened to part of a very interesting program on NPR a few weeks ago, and it cranked up the cogs in my brain. Essentially (and I really wish I’d written this stuff down at the time) the program was focusing on social media, and society’s new ‘obsession’ (for lack of the correct word) with appearances.
What I mean by this is that instead of people working on who they are as people, inherently, on the inside …. we, as a society, are more concerned with how we appear to be. Just stop and think about it for a minute.
Every picture, every status update, every blog post. We present to the viewing virtual world the person we want to be ~ the person we want people to think we are.
Listening to the program made me stop dead and really examine what I do, and why I do it. I had an internal battle. “Well, of course I only share the good stuff … that’s what I’m supposed to do … focus on the positive, enjoy the good parts of my life, etc etc etc …” These were some of my thoughts. Then I really began to mull it over… who did I want to be? What kind of impression does my writing leave of me … as a person?
Could I keep blogging? Or was it all a charade?
Seriously. I’m a huge overthinker. But …. something about this line of thought really struck a chord with me. Awhile ago, I got completely bent out of shape reading a generic criticism on twitter ~ but the criticism said pretty much what NPR said, just in a much snarkier way.
… Hey, look at how great my life is ~ hey, look at the awesome things I cook ~ hey, look at my adorable dog/cat/hamster/child ~ hey, look at the cool places I go to with my super cool boyfriend/fiance/husband/soul mate ~ hey, check out my awesome perfect amazing everything … blah blah blah. Trust me, no one wants to see a status/tweet/instagram/blog post about the fact that I stepped in dog do-do this evening when I took Lucy out for a potty break. It’s not cool or perfect or quirky or fun that my puppy has a sensitive digestive system and the man and I deal with her stinky ‘perfume’ and soft poos on a daily basis. It’s slightly depressing and comes across as ‘please give me some sympathy’ if I posted pictures of my three-day IV line this summer when I had to inject myself with meds every afternoon. But those are truths ~ those of part of my life. And I would rather be vulnerable on here, but honest … instead of insincere and a projection of what I think I should be.
I want to always be working on who I am on the inside, who I am inherently (and trust me, there is a lot that could use some polishing … or to begin, some heavy sanding, because it could be a two (or more??) step process…). I have a wicked temper, and I know that I don’t hide my emotions very well (I actually consciously think about this at work when I know my face looks like I-can-not-believe-you-are-saying-this-to-me and my whole body tenses … I am not proud of those moments). I also don’t want to blog because I need to ‘say’ something … because I want to ‘project’ something about who I should/want to be or … crazy thought, am. I want to blog the truth of my existence.
When I started this, I was learning to cook. I’ve gotten okay in the intermittant months from them to now. I truly enjoy being in the kitchen and preparing something for a group of people. I think some of it boils down to what made me love the stage (quick recap, I have a degree in theatre). I love the satisfaction of making something and receiving kudos because people enjoy it. That’s not the most flattering thing about me ~ but it’s honest. And I decided ~ when I opened up this blog and recommitted to it ~ that if I did nothing else, I was going to be myself. You guys have seen that lovely quote “Better to be a first-rate version of yourself than a second-rate version of someone else.” I think that includes a second-rate version of who you think you should be.
I am who I am who I am. And I want to try my darnedest to stay true to that.
On a lighter note…
The man and I are super in love with green juice. Jump on that band-wagon. It’s the bomb-diggity.
We are taking our very first vacay together next week and I am so excited I can barely concentrate. We are hopping on a plane to Jackson Hole, WY and there are so many things we want to do, I don’t know how we are going to fit it in, or what will make the cut.
What I’m sure of? A romantic dinner with the man at the Snake River Grill (the chef was a James Beard Award nominee, the menu and wine list are ridic, and I’m super duper psyched …. my wallet is not, but just this once, I am going to ignore her protestations!). I don’t know that I am going to be very productive until then, but I will try! Lucy and I have a half marathon we’re training for (okay, okay, I’m the only one running ~ but Lucy keeps me company!) and work is a crazy busy machine as we approach year end.
Ah. Life. She’s a corker.
just another day in the life
We debuted our new grill tonight for some grass-fed beef, and I have to tell you … delicious.
The grill was pretty groovy, too. We decided to take a risk and purchase an infrared grill, and we’re pretty happy with our decision. Incredible, even heat, easy set up and clean up. And … it’s portable. Wha?!? Super cool.
For dinner, we seasoned the beef with a garlic pepper rub (a favor from the wedding we attended in Boston in June) and made veggie cakes and mashed cauliflower (repeater, remember? :)). Very satisfying after a long day that included, but was not limited to, Lucy and my four mile run (at an 8.42 min mile pace, according to Nike + … yeehaw!) a long and always surprising day at work, hot yoga and some errands. By the time we sat down, whew! I was ready!
Also, we’ve been able to leave the A/C off for the last few days and not melt away, which is blissful. Real air. Mmmmm. (I get really nervous leaving Lucy alone if it seems there might be even the slightest possibility that she could get overheated, so our A/C has gotten a workout this year in ways it hasn’t in the past).
Tonight is MasterChef night, so I’m going to leave this short and sweet, a little snapshot of our day. It’s down to the final five, and I love watching the dish creations and mystery box challenges. With that, I bid you adieu until the morrow.
twenty twenty twenty four hours
First. And this is very important.
I need more than 24 hours in a day to get everything done.
Truth.
Second. Life has been flying by. Legit.
Our favorite green juice from the last ten days:
1 bag arugula (we got ours from TJs)
3 pears
5 carrots
4 stalks of celery
1 in. fresh ginger
In actual fact, it was probably the best green juice I’ve made since we started juicing. Yummers.
So here’s the thing. The man and I have been valiantly trying to stick to a diet/cleanse etc as closely as we can. It has been a learning experience every step of the way. Today – and this is completely true- I was craving a green veggie juice instead of my usual Starbucks. That hasn’t always been the case.
I have been doing a lot of reading ~ about nutrition, about cleanses, about green smoothies. It’s fascinating what information is consistent throughout, and what information seems subjective based on the author’s intention.
Aaaand… we’ve also noticed the difference between days when we eat leafy greens, & the ones we don’t. (Un)fortunately, it’s pretty significant.
We are infinitely more conscious of what we are eating, how much we are eating, and the nutritional content of what we’re eating. In fact, we came up with our own homemade alternative to Trader Joe’s Bird’s nests.
Veggie Pancakes
2 1/2 cup shredded zucchini
1 cup shredded carrots
2 small potatoes, shredded
1 tbsp corn starch
1 tbsp EVOO
2 tbsp minced garlic
1 tbsp flour (or gluten-free flour, my new flour of choice)
1. Make sure you mix everything well.
2. Make sure you drain it well ( spent a lot of time squeezing everything and thinking of how much juice I was wasting!)
3. Shape into patties. Grill on sandwich press until golden brown with crispy edges.
4. Enjoy. (Preferably with soy sauce -we prefer low sodium because strangely, it has a better flavor- or curry dipping sauce … it’s worth it ;))
Just one of the many things we are learning to cook in a new way. Hope you enjoy … we do!
D5 Creation