by Sam Tackeff | Sep 22, 2013 | Challenge, Meal Planning, Seafood
When in doubt, look for the light. I caught the light tonight at the John C. Potter estate right as the sun was starting to set – illuminating the stately mansard roof, and making the house feel magical. Somehow in the past two days nature has gotten the memo – the leaves are already starting to turn bright colors, and well, everything is beginning to look spectacular.
Today I had my first coaching session after a long hiatus – I’m not sure what prompted the shift, but I realized a few months ago that I was missing something, and working with women to help them reach their health goals is something that I really love to do. I always hear coaches and trainers going on about how much they cherish their work, and how much they learn from their clients, but I’d forgotten how true it is: listening to a client be open, honest, and trusting with you is a very special experience – and an incredibly inspiring one.
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The rest of my day was low key and relaxed. I spent a good deal of time cleaning the house, organizing, and tidying. I didn’t need to do much batch cooking today because this week will be full of evening activities and most of my dinners will be solo. My meal plan will be simple: salads, eggs, some chicken are on the docket. Last minute cooking for one is so much easier than last minute cooking for two. My reluctance to cook when tired stems directly from anxiety about the meal not being fulfilling for both of us – but when I’m on my own, I’m happy enough with the simplest of foods: a mess of greens, a tin of sardines, leftovers, poached eggs.
The kitchen did get some use today – first order of business was making a pitcher of green juice to sip on for the next few days. This version has fistfuls of spinach, a large cucumber, the juice of three limes, a few green apples, and some filtered water. Typically you don’t need water with a juicer, but I made this in my Vitamix and you need a little bit of liquid to get things going.
And then there was dinner. Sunday is fish night in this house, and flounder was on sale for $6 off a pound. I grabbed a pound of fillets from the fishmonger, and brought them home with me with plans to make a riff on rollmops – stuffed pickled herring filets that are often served with buttery potatoes. I’m pretty sure that rollmops wouldn’t be appreciated by anyone other than me in this household, but stuffed flounder is another story. I preheated my oven to 400, then I took my fish and stuffed them with Whole Foods feta salsa – a mix of feta, sun dried tomato, parsley, and dill. Then I rolled them up, put them on a bed of pre-steamed baby potatoes (which I had nuked in the microwave for 6 minutes), nestled in a few halved tomatoes, seasoned with salt and pepper, and slicked everything with some olive oil. They baked for 20 minutes, and dinner was served.
by Sam Tackeff | Sep 22, 2013 | Holidays
The summer’s end is always bitter sweet, but this one ended pretty much as well as I’d have liked – starting with getting locked out of our house (okay, that part wasn’t so great), walking a mile to pick up the set of spare keys in some really glorious weather, stumbling across a free Jazz festival and sitting on the grass listening to some great music for an hour, and spending a last hurrah warm summer evening eating dinner with family outside under the stars.
Heading over to Joe and Susan’s house tonight – Joe is technically my dad’s first cousin, and while I did grow up calling him Uncle Joey, that had to stop after watching years of Full House – I tried to explain to Devon what the Jewish holiday of Sukkot is like. While we’ve hit many of the major holidays several times, somehow we hadn’t made it to a Sukkot dinner, and I was excited to share the tradition. “Well, it’s sort of a Jewish harvest holiday where we’ll be tailgating on the porch under a hut.” I can see the great rabbi’s rolling over in their graves at that. Devon looked at me skeptically. “And there will be chili!” I proclaimed!
Aside from the celebration of fall, and the harvest, Sukkot is a week long commemoration of the Israelites in pilgrimage and exile. The Sukkah is an outdoor hut that is built to remind us of the fragile nature of exile dwellings, the joy that can be had with simplicity, and we eat outside (and some sleep outside) in the hut each night of the seven days. There is great symbolism represented in the lulav (a frond of the date palm, willow and myrtle branches) and the etrog (a yellow citron), which are sort of shaken about after waiting for three stars to appear in the sky. It’s tradition to have friends and family gathered each night of Sukkot in the sukkah, and because we don’t actually have one at home, I was happy to head out to Hingham for this shindig – Sukkot is one of my favorite holidays!
Being a Saturday, it was also the end of the sabbath, and the beginning of the new week, so in addition to Sukkot blessings, we also performed the Havdalah ritual – ending the sabbath with blessings over the wine, the lighting of a traditional many-wicked candle, the smelling of spices, and finally extinguishing the candle in the wine.
Tonight marked a nice transition into fall, and I’m looking forward to the adventures and excitement that this season holds. Happy Sukkot, and happy Fall everyone!
by Sam Tackeff | Sep 20, 2013 | Blogging, Fitness
This is how I started my day – with a walk along the waterfront, ambling my way towards the office and a long workday ahead of me. It’s always a peaceful stroll from where we park – about a half hour away from the office – and I make an effort to head out on the Harborwalk (the longer way) when I can. I had a breakfast date with Devon at Sportello, and although he could have driven me after that, I decided to walk the normal way to start things off right. That’s my happiness tip right there: start the morning off with a walk, and no matter how the day goes, you’ll already have accomplished something. Okay, so the same goes for making your bed. Do both, and you’ll be golden.
Our office was buzzing today – the exciting type of morning in startups: our app was a) somehow above Pinterest yesterday afternoon in the app store rankings. Yes, Pinterest. And then we made Time 50 best apps of 2013. And then someone realized that Jay Leno had actually mentioned RunKeeper on the show, and the video started circulating the office. I got to run our weekly Twitter chat – and I do *love* Twitter. And the afternoon highlight was a team-effort bug bash complete with a gavel spray painted gold with plastic bugs glued to it. For such a hard working group, it’s delightful how silly folks can be. And then my longest meeting was a walking meeting, accompanied by my coworker Rebecca, and her dog Connor. Here he is in the throws of ecstasy. Gotta love that pup!
After work I decided that I’d walk home (Newton home, not New Hampshire, although that’d be a new type of adventure). My plan was to take the “short” way, along the Charles, from Boston, to Allston, to Brighton, and over to Newton. The long way would be on the river itself, but that’s about 9 or 10 miles including all of the curves of the river.
I wasn’t actually sure I’d make it, and I left a little too late to ensure a light passage the whole way, but why not try? Sometimes I amuse myself with these “ambitious” ideas. And by ambitious, I mean, slightly off-balance. I should mention here that I am still sore from working out at the gym on Wednesday. So much so that I was getting up and down like a geriatric (but not my grandmother – she does Tai Chi and Zumba), with stiff limbs all day, and doing a lot of that achy waddling that you hope nobody notices. A run tonight seemed unimaginable, but the one thing I can do, even when sore is walk, so I just left the office with my bag, and started off. Here’s what I came across.
7.77 miles and nearly three hours later, I made it home. And now, I’m expired on the couch. And all of my favorite takeout options have already closed, and I haven’t had dinner yet. And if you’ve made it this far, you might have one last laugh with me: last night, after my second attempt at watching my recorded episode of Broadchurch, Devon fell asleep 8 minutes in, and I paused it. Tonight, I have yet to have eaten, and I’m pretty sure that attempt three is going to be a bust. C’est la vie!
