A Day in the Life

Do you love these kinds of posts?  As a reader of other people’s blogs (and a Grub Street Diet obsessive!), I totally do.  And as a blog writer, I love them too because they’re a fun snapshot of a particular moment in time, season in a year and juncture in a life.  It’s fun to re-read them and think “oh yeah, I remember that phase where I tucked all my shirts in!”  Just FYI, I am deep in that phase right now.  So here’s May 22, 2018, permanently fixed into the fabric of the internet.


We stopped letting our dog sleep in bed with us and after two weeks of being okay with it, he has decided he’s had enough and will be back in the bed.  I blame Joey, who decided “he can sleep in our bed during the weekend!”  I gently explained that dogs don’t know the difference between weekday and weekend.  Our willpower only lasts until 12:30 AM, when we can tolerate our dog’s quiet but extremely high-pitched whine no longer.  He only wakes us up a million times when he decides he’d like to be petted now or needs to crawl over us both to get from one side of the bed to the other.  Delightful!  This is all to say, we wake up at 5:45 AM to run and though I figured I’d feel exhausted, I feel alive!


We run 3 miles through our neighborhood, taking a different route to pass a house that’s popping the top, and only run one block further than we should have before realizing it.  Back at home, it’s a whirlwind of showering, getting ready, eating breakfast, packing lunch, feeding the dog, watering our garden and picking up coffee down the street at Huckleberry Roasters.  I made overnight oats the night before, so at least breakfast is a breeze.  I just give them a stir, top with granola and peanut butter and dig in.


The first half of the work day consists of getting a few small orders out, online shopping for some magnetic labels to organize the sets of plans I order from, answering emails and my daily freak-out about how many things we have to do over the weekend… which is still four days away and half of which, is fun stuff I voluntarily added to our calendar.  What is wrong with me?  To cope, I spend three minutes staring at this poster my uncle had signed (with a personal message even) by HARRY CONNICK JR. (!!!!!!!!!!) and mailed to me last week.  I consider writing a will so I can make arrangements for this most prized possession.


(Recycled photo as I was definitely NOT wearing a jacket today!) 

Lunch time!  This one has roasted sweet potato, shredded cucumber, radish, cilantro, pepitas and avocado.  Maybe we’ve finally nailed picking a perfect avocado, maybe avocados are just extra buttery-delicious right now, all I know is I have eaten so many recently and they have all tasted incredible.  Also, extra lunchtime happiness brought to you by warm-enough-to-sit-outside temps.  I am nothing if not a true and devoted reader, so the second half of my lunch break almost always involves a book.  I’m so very close to the end of The Dry and though I’m sort of antsy to just figure out the mystery already, I’ve also really enjoyed reading it.  Something about it reminds me of this one, which I also really liked.


Spent the afternoon working arguing with Joey over whether Little Man Ice Cream flavors Space Junkie and Raspberry Love are made with the same base ice cream flavor.  I probably spent too much time thinking about it.  At 3:30, we take a walk.  At 4:00, I eat a snack.  Dorsey Bar a day keeps the doctor away.  Or something.  At 4:30, it starts raining and I’m sad because I planned on working in our garden after work.  I also wonder if the thunder is scaring my dog while he’s home alone.

But when we get home, the sun is out and garden plans are back on!  I pull a bunch of annoying teensy weeds then replant everything that hasn’t sprung up in our garden beds yet.  This side fared pretty well but the other side was patchy heads of lettuce, random carrots that had apparently blown from their original spots and maybe green onions?  Maybe just weeds?  Fingers crossed that everything comes up now.

Threw together leftovers for Joey and I for dinner — Mediterranean Eggplant Bowl for me, Spicy Shrimp Tacos for him.  How good is halloumi cheese though?!  Some time last week, I told Joey a push pop sounded good and he made me promise I’d get one if the ice cream truck came by.  Moments after we finish dinner, we hear that little jingle!  By the time Joey runs to get money, the truck is gone. Noooo!  We’re over it quickly though and move on to watching three episodes of Parks and Rec before switching it over to the Rockies game. Baseball is the best but West Coast games are the worst because they don’t even start until 8 PM.  I eat a snack of Greek yogurt and not-quite-ripe strawberries just after 10:00 and even finish my book before the game ends… in a loss for the Rockies.  If I’m going to stay up late, could we at least win??

The last thing I hear before I fall asleep is that little high-pitched whine.

Dorsey Bars

If only you knew the evolution of Joey and I’s nicknames for each other.  Actually, I would rather get a papercut on that piece of skin between your thumb and pointer finger (again!) than tell you any of the embarrassing things we’ve called each other.  But, I don’t mind telling you that Joey often calls me “Dorsey,” which is just my last name and therefore a pretty normal thing to call someone.

I’ve been making these little peanut butter/pretzel/oat no-bake snack bars and Joey has been lovingly calling them Dorsey Bars.  I love that so much and after sharing a few with my mom and sister and hearing they love the name and the taste, I thought I’d share (both) here with you!  They couldn’t be easier and I look forward to mine every afternoon 🙂


I was on the phone with my mom while futzing with this parchment paper and she was like “what is that noise?!” so maybe don’t do that. 


Still working on perfecting those corner pieces, but I used the bottom of a second 8×8 pan to make these nice and even on top and it felt really life-changing.


Dorsey Bars

  • 1 cup pretzels (I use Snyder’s Sourdough Nibblers, which are salted)
  • 1 cup old-fashioned rolled oats
  • 1 cup chunky peanut butter
  • heaping 1/4 cup honey
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  1. Line a 8×8 pan with parchment paper and set aside.
  2. Use a food processor to crush pretzels until only very small chunks remain (see photo).
  3. Mix pretzels and oats in a large bowl.
  4. Whisk peanut butter, honey and vanilla extract together (do it quickly, otherwise things start to get thick!).
  5. Add peanut butter/honey mixture to pretzel/oat mixture and stir to combine, making sure the dry ingredients are fully coated in the peanut butter/honey mixture.
  6. Dump mixture into the 8×8 pan and use your hands (and/or the bottom of another 8×8 pan, if you have one) to spread/flatten evenly, especially in the corners!
  7. Place pan in the freezer for 30 minutes then remove and slice into squares (I do 16 of em).  Enjoy!

I wrap each bar individually in plastic wrap, then stick them all in a Ziploc bag and store them in the fridge (sometimes for 2 weeks), grabbing one for each of us every morning.



In other news, it’s my birthday weekend!  Going to dinner tonight and BBQing on Sunday, for my actual birthday.  S’gonna be the best!