National Corn Chip Day

I love cooking for people. I think it’s one of the things I like most to do. Unfortunately, i haven’t done a lot of it in the past few years. My last apartment was far away from everyone and my current apartment does not lend itself well to entertaining. But! Fun fact. If we’re friends and I find out your birthday is some sort of weird “national day of something” I will take full advantage. January 29th is a friend’s birthday and also National Corn Chip day. I knew she wouldn’t be in on her birthday (we work together) so I was trying to decide how to celebrate. I was thinking about just sending some flowers with a “Happy Corn Chip Day” message. Lame. Then I tried to think if someone would deliver chips. How do you even google that? And then I thought about a little more and a plan started forming. To start I knew I needed the right chips. Anna’s Taqueria has some of the best chips in the city of Boston and there’s an Anna’s right in my neighborhood. Done. Also done? The taco I bought while I was there. Mmmmmm. Tacooooo.

Then: the dips. I have a guac recipe I love from my cuisinart food processor manual. And then I needed some more dips/salsas. And that’s where google stepped in. I settled on a salsa from the pioneer woman (because that blog is fantastic), a tomatillo salsa because I wanted to cook with tomatillos (a first!), and a white bean dip with bacon because bacon. Armed with my recipes I went shopping and then I proceeded to organize, destroy, and reorganize my kitchen. All while watching the Newsroom season 1 for a third time on my phone gripped to a cabinet handle. And of course I took pictures of the process.


The ingredients. I will note I came home with tomato puree and not whole tomatoes and no green onions so I had to go back out. Also the red onion and paste were actually for a recipe I had decided not to use but forgot to update my shopping list

I forgot the picture of everything washed. I’m sad now. That looked nice.


Cutting and chopping is so soothing. I forgot to take the picture before I put the tomatillos, onion, and jalapeno in the oven so that’s what was in the big empty space. Also, the chip bag turned into “trash” and was super helpful to have that so close


Roasting vegetables!


I was cruising along and then looked up and realized I had officially exploded all over the kitchen


Guac was done, and tester chips to make sure everything was good


I cleaned that food processor 4! times. This was the main working area and when I moved all the bowls etc. to clean I found drips and drops everywhere.


Roasted vegetables cooling and beans cooked in the bacon fat after the garlic was added. The recipe was right. Garlic cooking in bacon fat smells amaaaaaaazing. See also, my hands still smell like garlic nearly 24 hours later despite using my little stainless steel garlic-smell remove tool


This salsa was so easy and is so tasty and it makes about 100 gallons. Also. I forgot the garlic! Sads


4 bags of chips, 4 dips.


Wrapped up all pretty. Each tag has a partying corn chip. Because – have you met me? Of course it had a partying corn chip on it.

So there you have it. Happy National Corn Chip Day!! As I said in the not-birthday card “go find someone with a sombrero and some margaritas and have a party”. I’ll just be over here with the guac that wouldn’t “fit” in the jar. What. I had to fit in the pit. And some air…

Hearts and corn chips!


Guac (see page 14)


Tomatillo Salsa

White Bean

Power Core Wednesday!

It’s Wednesday here at rungineered. And you know what that means???

Power Core Wednesday. Or as I like to call it pre-sore core Thursday. Wednesday is a combination of cross training and then planks, Russian twists, and v-ups. V-ups are the devil. But damn if I don’t feel like a rock star when I can pull of a couple of good ones.

Oh. My. Lanta. was I cranky on Tuesday. At one point I referred to myself as a Crankasaurus Rex stomping all over my office, crushing the happiness of the people around me. I even whined to someone “tell me something funny” and she did. And it helped. Temporarily. But by 4:30 I could have put any two year old missing snack time’s pout to shame. Shame I tell you!

I couldn’t figure it out. Yes, I had spent a better part of my morning at the dealership finding out just how much money it would take to make my check engine light go away. But the waiting area was suuuuuuper swanky. And I wasn’t cranky in the morning. I ate lunch. I had a meeting. And then BAM! Crank.

I thought maybe I needed a snack – nothing. Caffeine – nothing. A funny story – nothing. Whining via email – nothing. Meanwhile, on the same day that I scheduled my car to be fixed my phone decided it would no longer accept chargers. Of any kind. Unless I plugged it in and out 14 times, stood on one foot, and held my breath. So I knew a new phone was also in order. Damn.

The Verizon store is one mile away. My scheduled run was 2ish. I thought I’d run there, buy the phone, and run back. I got home and out of the car and it was kind of cold and raining hard and I thought “eff it. I’ll just drive over” and then I stood in the rain and thought about it. And thought about it. And probably looked like a crazy person in the movies – standing in the rain. But the more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that I would feel better. I changed, grabbed Senor Garmin, and hit the streets. Even walking down to where I wanted to start and waiting for the satellites I was cranky. And then I thought about it a little more and if I ran half, bought the phone, and ran home, my hands would be full. And after stopping I wouldn’t want to start again. So I made a game time decision and picked a 2 mile loop that would land me a little bit before Verizon at 2 miles.

Absolutely no exaggeration (boy did I butcher the spelling of that word. Let’s all give a cheer for spell check) in anyway. 10 steps into my run, the cranky just floated away. Like it was a physical thing that just got up and left.My body said “you are no longer wanted here. GTFO”. The whole run was good. I waved to my favorite bakery. I waved to my friends’ house (they’re married. How do I refer to their house? friends’, friend’s, friend’s’s’s?) I bombed straight up a hill. I ran face first into windy rain and even offered an “I’m gritting it out grimace”. I wrapped it up in front of the Coolidge Corner movie theatre which is such a cool sign. I snapped my accountability photo for my running group, finished off the last two and half minutes of the GymPact. Stretched a little. And then proceeded to stand in the Verizon store for an hour soaked in my own sweat and drenched in rain. (Sorry customer service dude!)

But. BUT! No crank. Even when he struggled and we had to redo some stuff. I just thought – hey whatever, as long as I’m able to come home with a phone that will charge when I tell it to.

I had always heard about people that find running to be a great mind clearer. But my mind is always focused on “OMG dont throw up. Don’t fall. Is this too easy? (bahahahaha) Is this too hard? Could you do better? Why can’t I breathe? I regret all the beer I drank last week, And the chocolate. I do not regret those tacos, though. I can never get my brain to cool it. And suddenly, I did. I just went about kicking my run’s ass.