With all these pancakes lately, I’ve had to drag my butt back to the gym. Back to spin class…
Sometimes, I hate it. Like when the instructor has us cranking up the resistance to “climb a hill” and the song sucks. Or I look up at the clock thinking we must be close to the end of class and we haven’t even reached the middle.
But then I love it. I love spinning because I feel like I get a real workout. I sweat a lot (which I normally don’t like but in this instance I love it. I think of it as all of the calories I’m burning escaping through my pores). And after I’ve been at it for a few weeks or so, I love what it does for my legs and butt.
I’ve only had the last name Lawless for 1.5 years now, so I’m still getting used to cashiers and waiters saying, “Cool last name” when they see my debit card. But I have to say I really do like having it. It just sounds so… rebellious.
Anyway, I’ve been kind of obsessed with pancakes lately (nice segue, right?). I’ve been playing around with recipes for pumpkin, chocolate, and (my new favorite) oatmeal-cinnamon-apple pancakes in the last couple of weeks (all of which I’ll be sharing here over the next few weeks).
And then on one of the backburners of my mind, I’ve been thinking about family recipes… wanting to document them and try them out in my own kitchen. Stuff like my grandmother’s macaroni and cheese which I don’t even remember eating, but my Aunt Helen sent me the recipe. So, now I have to try it (there’s something about it being my grandmother’s recipe that makes it feel special and more comforting somehow).
And there’s something about being connected to the past. A thread that weaves into the present and I get to pass onto the future. I love how food is one way to preserve that connection.
And that brings me to this recipe for potato pancakes from Dan’s grandmother. Technically, I got the recipe through Dan’s sister who got it from their aunt who had to tweak and figure some things out from memory. And from there, I tinkered and measured and put together what you see here. [Continue reading…]
My knife skills are self taught, mostly from watching way too many episodes of Top Chef. So by no means am I claiming to be the most skilled or expert knife wielder. But I wanted to share how I’ve learned to do it, just in case it helps someone out there.
But more importantly, Hey look! I made a video!
Enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments!
P.S. I am using a lot of exclamation points here (!!!!) to make up for my mellow-ness in the video!
This week I had the best of intentions. I started out Monday with perfectly reasonable goals for blogging, my new-ish coaching business, clutter-busting around my office, and exercise. But no sooner had I written down my goals than catching up on House: the last season took priority.
Do/did you watch House? If so, please tell me what is so compelling about that cantankerous, not-so-borderline psychotic doctor? I was hooked on the show, and I’m still wondering why.
Okay, that’s not true. I liked the characters (including/especially House. Some part of me wishes I could say the things he got away with saying to people). And I’m a sucker for medical mumbo-jumbo (see: Grey’s Anatomy and E.R., the early years). Of course, the plot and characters have to be good too, it can’t just be loosely based on medical mumbo-jumbo to keep me interested (see: Grey’s Anatomy and E.R., the later years).
Anyway, so now that that’s done, I’m here and back on task… it’s summer, and today we’re talking salad.
I'm Patricia Lawless. I'm a former software engineer, eater of much chocolate, and life coach. I love working with people who want more from life (and helping them get it!).
If you came here thinking you'd find recipes, you'll find a bunch in the archives and recipe index. These days you're more likely to find posts about life, relationships, getting happy, and generally living a good life.
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