Great Falls Hike and Dalk Kalbi

Today Good Man, Sister, and I met Mark and Lover for a quick hike at Great Falls National Park.

The Falls

With Sister

With Good Man

Sister’s Shadow

I’m pretty sure I took a photo from this spot (with a different lens) in November. It made a more interesting photo then.

Mather Gorge

Straight Lines, Curved Shadows

At the Footbridge

Mark wanted a picture, but it was hard to get an angle where a) a tree wasn’t growing straight out of their heads, and b) their faces weren’t entirely in the shade. I settled on the tree growing between them.

Squinting in the Sun

On Top of the World

Cut in Half


We came back to our house and made some dalk kalbi. I usually make spicy pork, so this was a nice change of pace. We had it with kimchi, pa jeon, and hobak jeon. Everyone enjoyed it, and when we had some left in the pan, we tossed some rice on it, mixed it up, and sent it home for tomorrow’s lunch!

Dalk Kalbi

Pizza Party!

Back in January, when I watched Good Man try to cut a half an onion with the flat side up, I tried to sign us up for a knife skills class through community education. Unfortunately, the knife skills class was full. Instead, we decided to sign up for a pizza-making class.

On Saturday we had our class. It was a neat class, and the teacher (“Chef Matt“) was interesting, funny, and patient. We worked in groups of four and made dough (which we each took home for later use), pizza sauce, and finally, the pizza.

He started with a lecture about bread making and pointed to the KitchenAid stand mixers we’d be using. He said he wasn’t going to tell us to buy one, but they were nice to have. I joked, “Please tell us we need to buy one.”

Well, Good Man used it, and apparently it hit on his gadget side, because while we were kneading the dough he was saying, “Don’t you think we need one of those? I could make bread!”

“You don’t cook.”

“I would if I had that gadget! That gadget is great!”

(I think Good Man watched too much Inspector Gadget as a kid…)

We learned how to hand toss the pizzas, and I must say, Good Man completely beat me. His pizza was beautifully round, the right thickness, and just about perfect.

The only thing that went wrong was that he burned his hand on the oven. Next time we take a cooking class, we’ll bring our own oven mitts, since they just had flimsy, too-thin hot pads.

My pizza, on the other hand…well, it tasted good, even if it wasn’t too pretty.

Good Man patted me on the shoulder. “You should just retire. And I will be the pizza maker in the house.”

“Good, you can start next weekend. And I even have some more bread books at home you can explore.”

“No, no, only if we get gadget!”

Good Man Enjoys His Pizza

My Imperfect Pizza

Resolutions: February Update

Here’s how I’m doing on my resolutions so far. Nothing has really changed since January.

1) To walk/hike 1,000 miles.
My PF seems to be calming down (seems being the key word). I’m still getting in Callanetics and bowling, and despite not getting to walk as much as I want, I’m feeling pretty good.

2) To sew up more fabric than I buy.
I bought no fabric. I also sewed no fabric. So I’m still in the red 22 5/8 yards of fabric for the year.

3) To menu plan every single week.
In January I wrote that our dining bill fell 71% compared to the last three months of 2011, and our overall food bill dropped 25%. Well, in February we ended up eating out more, but our dining bill was still down 60% compared to the three-month average. And our total food bill dropped 43%.

I’m not sure how we managed to get by with so few groceries during February. The roasted chicken (which ended being stretched into a week’s worth of meals, with frozen leftovers!) helped. Also, I had a lot of root vegetables stored from January.

In any case, this month will be a bit odd, I’m sure, because we have a special guest staying with us for a few weeks. I’m really excited about it, too. *^^*

Lost Nickel

One of my students lost a nickel of her lunch money today. I asked the kids to look around and another girl said, “I found it!” and held up a nickel.

“No you didn’t,” a boy yelled, “I saw you take that out of your desk.”

I stopped myself from glaring at the boy and said, “She found it in her desk, how kind of her!”

It touched me that the girl was trying to do something nice and have it be unknown. Right before she walked into the lunchroom, I leaned down and whispered, “Thank you. That was kind of you.”

“No problem,” she whispered back.