S.O.B.

I took a shot to the groin. Right where the leg and the trunk connect in the front. There are no pads there. 

Thankfully, she didn't have too hard of a shot. I'm icing that one, I gar-run-tee you that. 

No shots on goal, no assists. I know it's a team sport but sometimes I'd like to know I contributed in a meaningful way other than giving the scoring line a breather. 

I cook and play hockey!

Thanks Wood. 

I have a playoff game tonight at 7. It won't really matter what I eat for dinner since I'm on the no-scoring-second-line-that-keeps-being-reminded-to-keep-the-shifts-short-by-the-three-minute-a-shift-first-liners. But I decided that since I have a free day I'd take advantage of it and make some fud.

I boiled orecchiette pasta. While that was draining I used the same pot to heat up some olive oil. To that I added freshly minced garlic and red pepper flakes, I let those flavors mingle for a few minutes before adding in seasoned breadcrumbs, enough to make a paste but not too thick. Once all the crumbs have absorbed the oil, mix in the pasta and viola! You have an awesome tasting carb-heavy dish.  Inspiration here. 

Next on the list is banana bread and then chicken sausage. 

I'd tweet this but...

I'm sure there are people in other time zones as much as my own that don't want their phone abuzzing at this time of night. 

We ended up having 7 skaters, so we were able to play with no major worries. I had neither points nor penalties but I did have a really sweet break-away with a back-hand shot on goal. The stupid goalie just had  to go and catch it. I also had some other shining moments where forward momentum was not mine to be had and instead of moving the puck along the boards, I speared myself on my own stick. Hey! Winter Olympics, I'm over here!! 

I'm not quite right.

Bruise earned playing hockey, day one:


Same bruise, day seven:

In case you were wondering...

The Calgary Flames have a player named Phaneuf; The Boyfriend and I have decided that the next animal that comes our way will be named Phaneuf. Phaneuf and Munch. How great is that?

I made another loaf of bread today. I like baking, if you haven't noticed. The pizza stone seems to work well. The loaf of no-knead reminds me of the bread that my mamma would make. I'm hoping the other loaf that I made today will be similar in taste and texture. I'm going to have to figure out how to shape the bread rather than letting it do it's second-rise-thing in the bowl. The dough spreads out on the stone, kinda like Sweet Pea did after laying in the same spot for longer than five minutes. I want the dough to rise more than spread.

I have a hockey game tomorrow night at 2100. Hurrah. I'll be missing 24 and game seven of the Stars/Canucks series. We definitly need to get the Tivo hooked back up.