WIAW: Lots of Eggs

Hello eaters!

It is Wednesday, right?

I didn’t do anything on Monday and will work on Saturday, so I keep forgetting what day it is. But I keep seeing lots of WIAW (What I Ate Wednesday) posts going up, so I’ll follow the crowd.


Scrambled eggs with asparagus and a plum with peanut butter.

Scrambled eggs with asparagus and a plum with peanut butter.

I promise I didn’t plan to eat two of my favorite seasonal foods right after I posted about them. But they were delicious (though that plum would have been better with sunflower butter rather than peanut butter).

Oh, and I added a couple of dollops of spicy mustard to my eggs before I scrambed them for some extra flavor.


Zucchini noodles topped with a couple of fried eggs.

Zucchini noodles topped with a couple of fried eggs.

Leon and I keep thinking that our fridge is over flowing with things, but in reality we have a ton of produce, a few random leftovers, and almost no protein. Hence why I’m eating eggs two meals in a row.

I also had a few bites of leftover carrot cake from this weekend.



Row row row my ass.

I drank a protein drink — chocolate GNC Wheybolic protein — and then came so closed to puking it up during this WOD.

We got to choose between running or rowing and I would have run, but after a warm up of 10 minutes of jump roping I knew my shitty shins couldn’t handle it.

Honestly, I don’t know which was better. I wanted to die many times throughout those 5,000 meters.


I feel like it’s been raining for weeks straight, so Leon and I were thrilled to get to grill last night. We split this big plate of grilled vegetables.

Mixed grilled vegetables.

Mixed grilled vegetables.

And this giant chicken breast.

Grilled barbecue chicken breast.

Grilled barbecue chicken breast.

Fyi, we buy whole healthy chickens from Earth Fare and then Leon butchers them. Not only are they cheaper than at Whole Foods (and way cheaper than buying bags of chicken breasts), but they’re also much bigger from Earth Fare. This was, by far, the biggest breast we’ve ever gotten.


A few beers with a friend, because I’m still in denial a bit that I’m done with college.

And I was home before midnight. Man, do I love getting a full night sleep.


Charlie thinks our king sized bed is his. It's a constant battle.

Charlie thinks our king sized bed is his. It’s a constant battle.

Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of Leon and I bringing Charlie home. I can’t believe it’s been a year.

Oh, has it been a wonderful year. I want to do a whole post about what having a dog has changed for us, but I think I’ll save that for his birthday.

Your turn, eaters:

How much sleep do you get a night? How much would you like to get?

What’s one thing that you always have in your fridge?

Later eaters!

Graduation Snapshots

Hellooooooo eaters!

I’ve been MIA lately and for that I’m sorry.

I’ve missed you lots, I promise.

But I graduated college yesterday, so I’m back.

After a few weeks of running around to tie up loose ends, a night of worrying about whether or not I passed one stupid class, an hour of defending my thesis, and a weekend of celebrating, I have finished college.

And it feels pretty good, I think.

Honestly, though, I don’t know. I’m still stuffed and reeling from everything that happened so quickly over the last couple of days. So while I try to process things and figure out my next step, here’s a handful of pictures from the last few days.

My new wreath, because it's tacky to have the same wreath up from Thanksgiving.

My new wreath, because it’s tacky to have the same wreath up from Thanksgiving.

Going into my second hour of standing on line to walk into graduation.

Going into my second hour of standing on line to walk into graduation.

They can't take it back now.

They can’t take it back now. #HireMe

Mother and brother.

Mother and brother.


I’m in love with my dress.

And I'm in love with him.

And I’m in love with him.

My mom's boyfriend upon hearing that my camera was one the wrong setting so none of his pictures came out.

My mom’s boyfriend upon hearing that my camera was one the wrong setting so none of his pictures came out.

My sister at dinner.

My sister at dinner.

An amazingly tender steak from Print Works Bistro in Greensboro.

An amazingly tender steak from Print Works Bistro in Greensboro.

I'm in love with the shape of this martini glass. So feminine and refined. The martini wasn't half bad, either.

I’m in love with the shape of this martini glass. So feminine and refined. The martini wasn’t half bad, either.


After two dinners out and a lunch at my house, my fridge is packed to the gills with delicious leftovers.

A well deserved afternoon relaxing with my pup.

A well deserved afternoon relaxing with my pup.

Your turn, eaters:

What did you get up to this afternoon?

Do you take leftovers from restaurants or is that tacky to you?

Later eaters!

PS — I’m coming back to blogging. Expect to see at least 4 posts a week from me.

WIAW: Good & Bad Habits

‘Ello eaters!

I got some AWESOME new today…that I’m going to share with all of you tomorrow.

I know I’m a tease, but I can’t give it all away at once. A lady makes you work for it.

Since this is the last week of WIAW where the theme is “fall into good habits” I figured it was high time I talked about habits.

If you just look at the pictures here it looks like I have pretty good habits. The food is healthy and has a good balance of carbs, fat, and protein. But for me, eating healthy meals is an easy habit. It’s what happens outside the pictures of the healthy meals that the real habit struggles happen.


Oatmeal with chia seeds and pomegranate arils, topped with pb, chocolate avocado pudding, and sprinkles, with a side of coffee and bacon.

Sure, this looks like a typical, fun bowl of blogger oats. And it definitely was! But it doesn’t show you that I kept oversleeping until I missed both my chances at Crossfit for the day, which I didn’t intend on doing at all and which I was really bummed about when I saw later that the workout was a front squat bridge and working up to max weight cleans.


Salad with leftover cranberry chutney, butternut squash and mushroom risotto, and the last of the turkey.

Does this salad mountain look just like something you would pay a lot for at Whole Foods? Aren’t I so healthy for eating salads and so thrifty for making it myself?

Yes to both of those things, but that doesn’t show you the couple of bites of pumpkin pie I ate as a snack only to find mold on it. It also doesn’t show that I took Charlie to the dog park instead of taking him for a long walk and then doing homework (while trying to train him not to climb my chair hoping to get in my lap so I don’t have to make it a habit of going to a coffee shop every time I need to do homework).


Spaghetti squash stuffed with venison meatballs and marinara and topped with cheese.

Look! I’m eating spaghetti squash to control my carb/gluten intake and yet I’m relaxed enough to put some cheese on top.

All of those things are true. It’s also true that I ate a Balance Bar for a snack, which is an expensive habit I really need to break. Just like it’s true that I got the Biscoff cookies out with the intention of eating one, but I ended up eating four.

Luckily, though, these pictures also don’t show that I did, in fact, floss yesterday, meaning that I’m slowly making a habit of flossing at least once a week.

So not all my habits are bad, right?

Your turn, eaters:

What are some habits you’re proud of?

Do you know the proper time to floss — before or after brushing?

G’night eaters!

Pre-Thanksgiving Feast

Hi eaters.

It’s been a long and slightly painful day, thanks to a visit to the chiropractor.

But Leon bought me pie for dinner dessert and now my dog is lying on top of my leg (yes, just the one leg) so I’m pretty happy.

Now let’s talk Thanksgiving, shall we?!

Dinner was set for 3pm on Saturday, so the cooking started on Thursday. And the bulk of it was done of Friday. But we still had plenty of cooking to do Saturday morning.

I'm in my cooking crevice.

So while Leon and I cooked, Mother set the table.

Light and airy, just like I like it.

As you can see, I kept it all very simple. I fell in love with the idea of butcher paper and crayons, so that’s exactly what we did.

Crayons in reused jars, because they're classier than the crayon box.

And then I went around and wrote everyone’s name above his or her plate. (Fyi, “his or her” is the proper pronoun here, not “their.” #WordNerd)

While everyone was mingling we snacked on a little appetizer plate of cheese and crackers and dips and a bowl of candied almonds that Leon made.

Three cheeses. Three spreads. Two crackers.

Please don’t confuse the three cheeses and three dips as any sort of pairing. The only thing that was even slightly paired was the goat’s milk brie and mixed berry jam.

And finally, after a long morning and one last frantic cooking spree, dinner was served.

The most beautiful bird I've ever seen.

On the menu:

Guinness roasted turkey, sausage and cornbread stuffing, Eureka Paprika split pea soup, mashed potatoes, balsamic roasted Brussels sprouts, wild mushroom and butternut squash risotto, cranberry chutney (a simpler version than the recipe I posted here), a massaged kale salad with roasted acorn squash, 1/3 whole wheat rolls, gravy, and maple butter.

Yes, that is our unused flat sheet used as a tablecloth.

I think that’s it. I’ll be posting recipes for a lot of those dishes this week, so stay tuned.

I piled my plate high and ate every bite. And surprisingly, I didn’t feel grossly full. I think that had a lot to do with the fact that everything save for the turkey, stuffing, and gravy was vegan.


Mother’s boyfriend is vegan and I certainly don’t mind vegan food, obviously. And once Leon agreed to make mashed potatoes with Earth Balance and coconut milk we were set.

Anyway, everything turned out really, surprisingly well. The Brussels sprouts were a touch underdone, but that was the only glitch so I was beyond thrilled.

I was so thrilled by how well everything went that all day I was walking around punching the air and yelling “O’Doyles rule!” (Two points if you can tell me what movie that’s from.)

Everyone retired to the RV for a while (Did I mention that Mother and her boyfriend drove up in his giant RV?) to watch the NC State vs Clemson game. I took a little nap first. And then we had dessert.


I know I was talking in my earlier post about bourbon sweet potato casserole and vegan coconut nutmeg pudding. But when I thought about it, I really didn’t need another complicated thing to the list of things to cook. So I went easy. Really easy.

Thanks to this fondue, I've got a really awesome chocolate tip to post about.

And it doesn’t get easier than chocolate fondue in a crockpot, let me tell you.

The only problem with chocolate fondue is that there are no leftovers, hence the pie for dinner tonight.

Possibly the best part of the whole day, though, was that Mother did ALL the dishes. But then, Charlie’s bow tie is a close second.

Isn't he handsome?

What do you think, eaters:

Could you vegan-ize or mostly vegan-ize your Thanksgiving feast? What wouldn’t you compromise on?

What would be the best thing a house guest could give you/do for you?

G’night eaters!

PS — Seriously, get ready for as many Thanksgiving recipes as I can cram in before Thanksgiving.

A Vermont Wedding

‘Ello eaters!

Boy do I feel like a new person! A couple of days of unplugged relaxation sure does a girl good.

But now I’m back to the real world, full of homework, meal planning, driving, and being a little too plugged in all the time.

Oh well, it was nice while it lasted. And going back to all of that also means going back home to my baby puppy, Charlie, who I left overnight for the very first time this weekend.

Leon would like me to point out that he's in the background.

If you didn’t know, Leon and I went up to his parents’ house in Eastern Vermont this weekend for a wedding. I went last summer, so if you want to oogle tons of gorgeous Vermont greenery you should check out my posts from that week.

I’m a Flatlander, Part 1

I’m a Flatlander, Part 2

We got up there on Thursday night and the four of us spent Friday relaxing around the wood stove as it rained outside. Leon’s brother, Silas, and sister-in-law Lindsay (who’s wedding I went to last summer) got in Friday night and we all ate fondue. The rain kept up Saturday, so we lounged around the house some more until it was time to get ready for the wedding.

Silas’s best friend growing up, Jesse, and his girlfriend of ALMOST 10 years, Jackie, were getting married at their house, so we showed up amid a light drizzle at 4:00. We stood around chatting with everyone. We checked out the two massive rolled roasts that were slow cooking for dinner.

And then we walked over a hill and through a field to the ceremony site.

It was still drizzling as we sat waiting for the bride, but it stopped just as her bridesmaids were walking down the aisle.

The Catholic ceremony was lovely, with only one up-down. (If you don’t know, Catholics services are infamous for lots of sitting, standing, and kneeling.)

Please ignore the annoying photographer.

After they said their “I do”s and exchanged rings, they walked back down the aisle to Jack Johnson’s song “Do You Remember” and we all made our way back over the hill to the reception tent.

Leon's parents.

There were the usual first dances and introductions. And then we ate.

Oh boy did we eat!

Rolled roast, mashed sweet potatoes, roasted potatoes and carrots.

The rolled roast was phenomenal, as were the roasted potatoes. And Leon just informed me that I missed some really good mushrooms cooked in the roast drippings.

But I think that star of the meal might just have been dessert.

Apparently, the groom’s mother makes the best whoopie pies in the whole world. As soon as Leon’s whole family saw them they started gushing. And then a random person heard me say that I’d never had a whoopie pie and he freaked out that my first whoopie pie was going to be the best whoopie pie.

So of course, the logical thing for us all to do was to hoard whoopie pies at our table to insure we each got one.

And I’ve got to say, they were pretty dang phenomenal. If you don’t know, they’re an excuse to eat not overly sweet frosting sandwiched between two almost cakey cookies.

Yup, ah-maze-ing!

They're so wonderful.

Jesse and Jackie cut their cake, fed it to each other without smashing it, and then the real party began.

After going to two weddings and a large party with Leon’s family it has become very clear to me that no matter how many (or how few) of them there are, they will always monopolize the dance floor. And it’s awesome.

A blurry photo of our dancing.

We spent the rest of the night dancing like crazy (seriously, I looked crazy and my flailing only got worse/better as the night went on). The men snuck off a couple of times to eat meat trimmings and smoke cigars, but we still managed to get them on the dance floor plenty.

At the end of the night I was a hot mess and absolutely exhausted, but it was a hoot and a half.

And today, despite the rain and my lingering hangover, Leon and I went for a little leaf peeping walk around town.

The official, stereotypical leaf peeping photo from Leon's town.

Yup, I love Vermont.

What do you think, eaters:

Do you dance at weddings?

How do you feel about whoopie pies?

G’night eaters!

WIAW: Not Balanced At All

G’day eaters!

So I’m going to be honest — this whole Leon being out of town thing isn’t super awesome.

Sure, I am enjoying the independence and productivity (I never realized how much time I spent hanging out with Leon that could have been spent on thinking about but deciding not to clean), but I would like him to come home.

Does that make me a pansy?

Because Charlie definitely misses Leon, and he may squat when he pees, but he’s no pansy.

Anyway, enough personal talk.


Scrambled eggs with mushrooms, spinach, and salsa, and a peach with sunflower seed butter and nutmeg.

I had every intention of waking up for the 6am Crossfit, but I went out for laundry drinks on Monday night, so Crossfit got canceled for me. And instead, I made a delicious breakfast.


I decided to kill two birds with one stone by taking Charlie to the woods trail on campus with m’friend Peach. We walked and sniffed for 2 slow, hilly miles. And now I really need to find more ways to incorporate exercise and socializing.

Lunch #1:

Reduced sodium Spam, a carrot, a spoonful of pb.

I needed a little something before my haircut, especially since I had big plans to spend some time at the coffee shop across the street trying to make a dent in my summer reading.

Lunch #2:

Snicker cheesecake with extra chocolate and caramel sauce and a small coffee.

Oh yeah, I went there. But I kind of justified it by saying that cheesecake had more fat and protein and fewer carbs than regular cake. So it was almost healthy, right?

Don’t tell me if that logic is wrong. I don’t want to know. (And in my head I said that in a Liz Lemon voice.)


Shock Top's WIPA.

Leon may be gone, but that doesn’t mean I have to take a break from pizza and beer.

Mehh pizza.

Unfortunately, the flax-almond crust wasn’t too great. It had the same texture (and even kind of the same taste) as when my mother used to accidentally burn banana bread.



An unpictured spoon of pb.

Yup, that about wraps up a day of weird, not very balanced, sporadic eating. It certainly could have been better. And it probably would have been better had I exercised or had some semblance of structure to my day.

But I’m okay with that.

Your turn, eaters:

How does your eating change when your day is structure-less?

Cheesecake/tortes or regular cake?

Later eaters!

Rate the Recipe: Oxygen’s Bean Burgers

G’day eaters!

Great news today — I got my stitches out!

(If you missed all the stitches and mole talk, please check out my post: PSA: Moles.)

It’s been almost 2 weeks since I got my moles removed so today I finally got to have the stitches taken out and get my COMPLETELY CLEAR pathology report.

I wasn’t all that worried, but it’s nice to know that I won’t have to go back to get more cut out. (At least not from those moles. I still have a lot more.)

And now that that stress is gone, let’s talk about another stress in my life — dinner.

Back in the day dinner wasn’t a big deal. I’d cook big meals a few times a week (usually for lunch) and then eat leftovers, so I rarely had to muster the energy to cook after a long day. Now, with the whole co-habitation thing, dinner needs to be cooked (and planned for!) every night.

Luckily, Leon loves cooking as much as I do, so I’m rarely alone in the kitchen. But I am generally alone when it comes to planning meals. And that’s the hard part.

So lately I’ve found myself relying on magazine recipes to fill in the holes between recipes I’ve thought of myself. I used to NEVER make magazine recipes and only rarely ever followed other recipes, so this is kind of a big deal to me.

And I’m discovering, as I assume most recipe-followers have before me, that just because it’s in a magazine doesn’t mean that it’s a good recipe. (Oh, and it NEVER turns out like the picture.)

I’ve talked in the past (in my recipe “I Hope You’ve Learned” Tacos) about how to spot a bad recipe and use it as inspiration, but what about those recipes that look good?

So today we’re going to play a little game I like to call “Rate the Recipe.”

Today’s recipe comes to us from the July issue of Oxygen Magazine: Bistro-Style White Bean Burgers

Don’t they look promising? Yeah, I was super jazzed to find this recipe because it 1) fulfilled one of my vegetarian meals for the week, 2) looked stupid easy to make, 3) could be made ahead off time and baked later, and 4) must be pretty healthy since the recipe was coming from a fitness magazine whose pages are chock full o’ads for supplements.

The reality of it:

  • Things took FOR-EH-VER to chop. Part of that could have been because I used Baby Bella mushrooms instead of regular Portobello, but I doubt that contributed too much.

Just a small fraction of the chopping.

  • The baking time was off. I ended up having to bake these patties for an extra 10 minutes at 350F to keep them from falling apart.
  • The measurements were not real world-compatible. I HATE recipes that leave random, small amounts of ingredients leftover. This one left less than half a can of beans, ~2/3 of a can of artichoke hearts (which I don’t even really like) and a bunch of sundried tomatoes.

This was a waste.

  • This was not all that healthy and balanced. The carbs were too high and the protein was too low. I added a second egg and I still have trouble believing that an Oxygen-style fit woman would eat this without a side of chicken breasts.

Fried eggs with a side of bean burger.

  • It was kinda tasty. All the complaining aside, this was a more than passing meal.

I would probably add more balsamic vinegar next time. (Or make a balsamic reduction without the sugar!)

And I might pulse everything in the food processor instead of chopping it.

I’d probably swap the sundried tomatoes for tomato paste.

And maybe I would do half beans and half tempeh (because it’s a dang good combination, as evidenced by these meatless balls).

And the artichoke hearts would probably get nixed because I don’t think they added anything.

I would definitely add salt and pepper.

But all in all, this wasn’t a bad burger-thing. I’d give it a 7.5/10 for taste and a 4.5/10 for the actual recipe. So take that for what it’s worth.

What do you think, eaters:

Are you a recipe-follower?

What’s your recipe pet peeve?

G’night eaters!

WIAW: At Work

Greetings eaters!

Today was the first day of my awesome internship, so needless to say it has been a doozy and a half. I am just now (at 9pm) eating dinner and writing this.

But even though it has been a whirlwind of a day, I think I’m going to really like my job. I just need to learn to bring my gym bag to work so I don’t get sucked into the couch BEFORE the gym.

The reminds me — two big thumbs up to everyone who works in an office. I was kind of going stir crazy at a few points because I’m used to walking throughout the day, not sitting in front of a computer.

Note to self — walk somewhere to eat lunch.

Anyway, enough of my half coherent work ramblings (for today!), let’s talk food!


Scrambled eggs with mustard, steamed kale, mushrooms, hot sauce, and seedy spelt wholemeal bread.

Looks like the same breakfast that I always eat, right? Wrong! I added a chopped up mushroom and TWO slices of bread.

Ya know, because I needed to get my gluten in before I went off to Free From* land.

*As I learned today, “Free From” is a UK/European term meaning free from wheat, gluten, and dairy. Hale & Hearty’s products are Free From.


I packed a handful of things, not knowing how much time I would have for lunch or what I’d want for a snack.

Leftover quinoa and butternut squash with rosemary that I added steamed kale to, clementines, and two bars.

I ended up eating the quinoa salad and a Clementine for lunch, another Clementine for a snack, and the Naked bar before the gym.

That may not sound like a lot, but luckily one of the perks of working for a food company is that the office is full of products, including the Sweet & Spicy corn and rice snacks — literally an awesome mixture between a rice cake and a Frito, but with a better flavor.

Oh, and since I’m in the UK I drank about 8 half cups of tea.


I’m doing the BodyRock February challenge (I’ll post about this soon), so today I did D4W1. I modified a couple of the moves, but this was still an awesome fun workout. Have I mentioned that I love tuck jumps and reverse lunges and reverse pull ups and tricep pushups and lateral delt rows?

Yeah, I do.


Salad with carrots, zucchini, leftover beef roast, mushrooms, and awesome mandarin ginger dressing.

#HotDamnHooray for leftovers. By which I guess I mean, I’m so glad Leon cooked a giant roast on Sunday and that I prepped salad veg while it cooked.

And I’m also glad that for once I seemed to have succeeded at the WIAW theme. Every meal contained something green!

I’m now drinking a beer (gluten-tastic!) out of a GREEN bottle and watching “Talladega Nights.”

What about you, eaters:

How many of your meals contain green?

Do you work in an office? If so, please tell me how you don’t go stir crazy sitting all the time?

G’night eaters!

Two Great Irish Restaurants

Hiya eaters!

So I kind of lied. You know yesterday when I said I would tell you all about Dublin today?

Well, upon looking through my pictures I realized that I took two pictures of a Friends Meeting House, one picture of a cone still at the Jameson distillery, and a bunch of pictures of beer at the Guinness factory (which is for a different post). So…I’m not going to tell you about Dublin.

I mean, no city can really top Limerick, if you ask me.

So instead I’m going to pick up where I left off yesterday and tell you about the two best meals we ate in Ireland.

First, was Mortell’s in Limerick.

Like I said yesterday, this place doesn’t look like much. And I wouldn’t really have gone in, but manly friend wanted seafood and my blood sugar was crashing.

I’m so glad we did.Mortell's, Limerick, ireland

The first thing that I noticed was how unbelievably friendly everyone was. As the woman was giving us napkins and silverware she told us to “make yourself at home.”

The next thing that hit me was how unbelievably fresh the fish was.

Now, I don’t know much about fish, but when the owner/chef tells you that there aren’t mussels or monkfish because none came in that day, it tells you the fish is fresh. And after days of pub food and late night eating, fresh and simple were exactly what Leon and I wanted.

And that’s exactly what we got.

Mortell's, Limerick, ireland

Can I bathe in white wine-butter sauce?

Cod with mornay sauce (white wine and butter), and a side of salad and (unpictured and wonderfully not greasy) sautéed potatoes for me.

Hackey with lemon butter sauce, a side salad and (unpictured, but surprisingly light) scalloped potatoes for Leon.

Mortell's, Limerick, ireland

Simply stunning.

Both of these were absolutely delicious. They were simple and really quick to prepare (we watched the chef/owner cooking them), but when you have something as fresh as that fish was than a simple preparation is all you need.

The chef sat down with us for a while as we were finishing our food. We talked for a while, during which I found out he has two passions besides fish.

One was coffee, and when he found out that I drink coffee he insisted on making me the perfect cup of coffee.

Mortell's, Limerick, ireland

This was pretty close to perfect.

The other is horses, and Leon and I spent a good bit of time listening to all of his American fox hunting stories.

All in all, this meal was so great because the food was incredibly fresh and the company was even better.

Oh, and the scone and chocolate biscuit we got for train snacks didn’t hurt.

Mortell's, Limerick, ireland

I picked the chocolate biscuit solely for the sprinkles.

And now on to the great meal we ate in Dublin — L. Mulligan Grocer.

This place I found thanks to my guidebook and was hooked entirely based on their huge Irish craft beer list.

Originally Leon and I were planning on just walking in (because the guidebook said nothing about reservations), but luckily I happened to check their website and thus got on their twitter and saw that their reservation book was almost full. But with some quick interwebbing I was able to secure us a table at 9:30.

We got there a few minutes early and ordered beer at the bar. It wasn’t easy because the bar was PACKED, but this Trouble Brewing Dark Arts stout was delicious.

l. mulligan grocer, dublin, ireland, trouble brewing

This was enough of a variation from Guinness stout that it was worth it.

Though, both Leon and I liked his Galway Hooker pale ale better.l. mulligan grocer, dublin, ireland, gallway hooker

Once at our table we pretty quickly made up our minds as to what to order, including what beers to pair with out dinners. More on that in a minute, though.

l. mulligan grocer, dublin, ireland

Isn't he cute?!

First up, we split an order of their scotch eggs.

Now eaters, I’m going to assume that most of you don’t know what a Scotch egg is. I sure didn’t before I came here. Now I do, though, so I’m going to educate you.

Scotch egg: n., a hard boiled egg wrapped in a pork product, breaded, and then deep fried.

l. mulligan grocer, dublin, ireland

I don't know if Scotch eggs actually came from Scotland.

It sounds weird, and some of them are, but this egg was fantastic. The breading was a mix of pork and bread crumbs and it was all fried perfectly. I almost didn’t need the two dipping sauces.

For my main I went with the white pudding stuffed chicken with sweet potato mash, wilted spinach, and mushroom ragout.

This was a bit of a healthy cop out, but I just couldn’t handle anything too heavy or greasy. And luckily, it was still damn delicious.

The chicken bites with the white pudding were phenomenal. Once all the white pudding was gone it was just a plain, though well-baked chicken breast.

The sweet potato mash was such a welcome departure from all the white potatoes I’ve been eating. And the mushroom ragout was just straight delicious.

As far as a beer pairing goes — each menu item had a beer and a whiskey that they think would go best. Unfortunately, I didn’t see the beer that was paired with mine on the actual beer list, so rather then possibly end up with something I didn’t like (like a wheat beer or something fruity, blehh), I went with a Metalman Pale Ale. It was nothing to write home about, but it was crisp and refreshing and another much welcomed departure from stouts.l. mulligan grocer, dublin, ireland

After a little deliberation between the lamb burger and the mussels, Leon went with the mussels. And it turned out to be a great decision.

The broth was super flavorful and a wee bit spicy and the twice-cooked chips were a little heavy handed on the salt, which is always nice.

In general, while I thought this restaurant was trying a bit too hard in some aspects (the décor being one of them), it was a wonderful restaurant. Maybe not a restaurant I would visit regularly (like Mortell’s), but definitely a great place to go for consistently good food and even better beer.

Well eaters, that’s it. Writing this post has made me hungry and given me a craving for beer.

Good thing I’m about to go out with Leon for a few beers on his last night in London.

Your turn, eaters:

When a menu offers you a drink pairing, do you take the suggestion?

When was the last time you had a really great conversation with a stranger?

G’night eaters!

WIAW: In London!

‘Ello eaters!

Sorry I left you hanging last night. I really didn’t have much to blog about. And I had a school friend, who’s an au pair out in the suburbs, visiting last night, so we decided to go out to a pub for a few pints.

I promise I’ll get into a routine soon and blog regularly again, but for now I’m just going to soak up as much beer and London experiences as I can.

But I’m here now, so let’s get talking.


Two scrambled eggs with spinach and mushroom, and half a banana

Does this look familiar?

Oh yes eaters! Eggs are my favorite.

With a full belly, a friend and I went out to explore the area around the Thames.

We crossed bridges.

Tower of London Bridge.

We walked under tunnels.

It was loads of fun.

And then we ate.


Sweet potato soup with a pretty great salad.

I met up with some friends at this little café because it had £ 6 lunches. This was the best combination option, but it really wasn’t that filling.

It was tasty, but not filling enough for £ 6.


Hunk o' bread.

I was so unsatisfied from lunch that I immediately needed a snack when I got home from class. And believe me, this wasn’t the only hunk of bread.


Since I joined a gym on Sunday, I decided that it was high time I got my weights on. And what always happens before weights?

Poorly mixed chocolate protein drink.


And then after a ridiculously long Tube ride (why do they have so many damn holdups!?), I spent a good 45 minutes working on my (upper body) fitness.

It felt so damn good.

On the way home I swung by WF to grab…


Curry chicken, German potato salad, cold sesame noodles, and edamame salad.

I’ve never lived in a town with a WF, so I am so unbelievably infatuated with it right now. (Yes eaters, you should expect a post about my new love affair soon.)

Hunk o' bread.

And after dinner, came pub time.



Picture this times two. Because when a pint is less than £ 3, you have no reason not to have two.

Alright eaters, that’s all I’ve got for you now. I’ve got to go dress up a bit because I think my ‘mates and I are going clubbing tonight.

This should be an experience, because I’m really not a clubber. But I’m going to put on my game face a sexy dress and try to get into it.

Wish me luck!

Your turn:

Do you stick to one drink when you go out?

Are you a clubber or do you prefer bars?

G’night eaters!