Wicked brownie bites

I think I need chocolates. It’s my comfort food but they need to be found in cookies, bread or other pastries. Looking through the cookbook Bite-size Dessert, I saw a recipe that I could attempt – Wicked Brownie Bites.

The writer Carole Bloom described them as wicked because they were intensely flavoured, bursting with deep dark chocolate and toasted walnuts. Ahh…just what I need! The recipe calls for the brownies to baked in mini muffin pans; I love it! Remember the mess I made when I baked brownies the previous time? I hope the turnout would be neater using the muffin pan.

And they came out beautifully. The brownies were intense just like what was described. Hmmm….this is nice! If only I could have a cup of coffee!

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The road to recovery…

…seemed so painful and slow. The legs were feeling better by the second day but the body continued to be under the weather. I was sniffing and coughing and having sore throat. Arghh….this was not a good feeling!

The hubs bought back nearly 3 pounds of ground beef (*faint*) yesterday and I guess we would be consuming them for the next few meals.

So it would be meatball spaghetti on the menu!

My version of meatballs = ground beef + sweet onion + thyme + egg + parmesan cheese + salt & pepper.

Cook the meatballs in a large frying pan for about 12 minutes, turning occasionally until browned on all sides. Transfer to a plate lined with paper towel to drain. Discard the oil and place the pan over medium-low heat. Pour the tomato sauce (thank God for these prepared sauces!) into the pan. Add the meatballs and cook, covered, until cooked through, about 15 minutes.

Meanwhile, bring a large pot of water to a boil. Add salt and the pasta. Cook, stirring occassionally, until al dente, according to the package instructions. Drain and add to the sauce. Gently toss to combine. Serve with Parmesan cheese. Yummy!

NYC Marathon Experience

Through the eyes of Ken.

New York was…interesting.

Beyond the bumps of the chilly weather, inadequate hotel room, confusing train schedules, and the crazy subway map, I enjoyed myself.

It was refreshing to see so much of the city out in force in support of so many runners they don’t even know.

I had set out immediately after seeing the wife off at South Ferry, and made my way to a nice street corner to wait for her to pass.

She was in the third wave of runners so I waited probably over an hour and witnessed some pretty amazing things in the meantime.

People were pouring out of their houses (some hanging out of their windows) to cheer on the waves of runners that were passing by.

You’d think they were cheering on friends, probably set their watch according to some schedule just so they could pop out and cheer him on as he ran past, but that wasn’t the case at all.  These people were cheering for ALL the runners.

I was waiting an hour for my wife. These folks were there before me and was still hanging around after I left, cheering on every runner that passed.

If you had your name on, they’d yell your name. If you had your country’s name, or flag, they’d cheer for that. If you wore a silly costume…etc.

It was infectious and I soon found myself alongside them, cheering for people I’ve never met.

They brought their kids out! On a Sunday morning. On a CHILLY Sunday morning.  All wrapped up in their coats so they wouldn’t freeze (I know I almost did…)

And their kids cheered with them. For people they didn’t know. They’d stretch their hands out to the runners, who hi-fived them as they passed. And every single time they were high-fived, they’d turn around… and BEAM. Their smiles were so wide you wondered if you had somehow stumbled on the set of a toothpaste advertisement.

It was fun!  (No, I’m not any closer to running a marathon. We can have cheering screaming people along a half-marathon route too…)

Yeah. Fun. =)