July 10th, 2009

Carmen Miranda/Groucho Marx

Blueberry Protein Pancakes

"Good news Julio! I am not going to kill you after all!"
Stewie, Family Guy

My name is Belfebe, and I am addicted to pancakes. Like Stewie, I cannot resist a pile of hot, yummy pancakes, swimming in pancake syrup. In fact, were it not that IHOP pancakes are one of the unhealthiest meals in the world, I would get them from them every single morning.

Hence my obsession with collecting recipes for healthy protein pancakes. As a result, I have now a nifty collection of recipes, and they make the yummiest of breakfasts. Taking into account that blueberries this year have been particularly plump and fresh, I shall share with you my newest concoction:

(Makes 1 portion = 2 pancakes)

3 egg whites
1/3 cup of oatmeal (dry out of the container, unflavored -- I like rolled oats)
1/2 cup fat free cottage cheese
1 packet of Splenda
1/2 tsp. vanilla
1/4 tsp. cinnamon (optional)
1/4 cup blueberries
Non-stick spray
1/4 sugar free pancake syrup

Blend together the first six ingredients. Fold in the blueberries. Cook on a pre-heated pan, which has been sprayed with non-stick spray. Serve with sugar free pancake syrup.

Fo' Shizzle

A Week in the Life of Belphoebe (or It's not Easy being Me)

In other, non-pancake related news, I have been communing with a Gothic fitted dress all week.

Yes boys and girls, I decided to take the week off since A) I had the leave; B) I got permission; and C) I desperately need new garb, especially for Pennsic.
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Man, I miss Denver Fabrics.

And speaking of fabrics, one of the things that I did this week was to join a girls' road trip to JoMar in Philly, along with simone, greta_k and akgnome. It was all sorts of fun, we had Philly cheese steaks, got visited by the ghost of Jerry Falwell (which triggered the dreaded Falwell Effect), got lost, ended up in New Jersey (see Falwell Effect), got to watch the guys from the Salvation Army do Xmas in July, and scored some really nifty wool at great prices at JoMar. I took some nifty pictures even. We must do this again!

Among the bargains, I got some lovely thisle blue, lightweight wool for psalite, who wanted us to bring her some for a nice houppelande. I, for my part, got some nice red gabbie for a petticoat; an absolutely gorgeous black wool to make a coat for ballistabob; and two pieces of herrigbone wool that I just could not resist when I discovered that they were on sale for $3.00 a yard. I am still not sure what I am going to do with the latter, but I will find out soon enough. But the one who got the best bargains was the Greta. Five and a half yards of yummy wool for a buck a yard. It was definitely her lucky day.

Last but not least, Psalite and I went fireworks hunting last Saturday. It's just not the 4th of July without fireworks. We had also taken the class on how to shoot them, so there we went, camera and tripod in hand, to conquer the bloody things.

Of course, it would have helped if I had read the manual to my Nikon D-90 and learned how to program it so I could set it correctly. (Manuals? We don't need no stinking manuals! Oh, wait!)

Note to self: A Nikon does not work like a Canon and the buttons and settings are placed in different places and do different things.


We also discovered that having a flashlight when shooting at night is a very good idea. It would have been great if we actually had one, since we could not see the settings in the camera. (Guess what is residing in my bag now?)

At any rate, I did take some nice pictures, but not as nice as they would have been if I had read the actual manual and done the right thing. Here are some of the pics.

We are going back this Saturday for the revenge. The city of Alexandria is celebrating its anniversary, and there will be a fireworks show.

This time, I am pre-setting my camera, dammit!

Because this time, it's personal!

Be afraid. Be very afraid ...