Put on your hungry suit!

[In regards to my last post, the boyfriend does not have a mustache. He shaved that business off almost immediately after I took the picture.]

I ran four miles yesterday (after pounding out a whopping three on the treadmill next to Jessica on Friday morning). I'd like to run more, but I'm continuing to take it easy for my knee and tendinitis.

Here are my splits, mostly negative:

• Mile 1 - 10:22
• Mile 2 - 9:43
• Mile 3 - 9:44
• Mile 4 - 9:35

For the first two miles, I was working quite hard to move forward against the Midwestern wind. I'm really not looking forward to running through the change of seasons. Winter running here is terrible; it is cold and windy, and no one cleans their sidewalks. I should probably sign up for a spring race to motivate myself....

In the afternoon, I made a large pot of aloo gobi using the recipe (linked) from the Bend It Like Beckham DVD. I like that version because it has tomatoes and turns out saucy.


The boyfriend is, unfortunately, one of those people who hate cilantro. As far as I can tell, it has something to do with genetics. (Other people with a similar aversion claim that it tastes "soapy". He says, "It just tastes bad.")

Unfortunately, I love cilantro. In fact, I'd probably name my first-born child "Cilantro" if I could. Because it comes in everything delicious (Indian, Mexican, Asian), I usually have to make a separate, cilantro-less batch. Yesterday, I ended up using half flat-leaf parsley and half cilantro.

In the late afternoon, I attended Liz's ice performance with the local synchronized skating team. She did a great job, and I was totally impressed with the level of synchronicity between all the team mates. The French department had a good showing:


Apparently, the ice skating "exhibition" was like a recital for all the different skating levels. Yay for "Tiny Tots on Ice":


I may have also cheered for and yelled at ("CALL ME!") the zamboni driver during the intermission. What can I say? Zamboni drivers are sexy!

For dinner, the boyfriend and I brought the aloo gobi as our contribution to an Indian feast with Jessica and Matt.


Among the other dishes were Matt's kashmiri chicken, Jessica's three-bean daal, and vegetables in a yogurt sauce. As I am not a food blogger, I forgot about taking pictures until we had put everything away in the fridge:


Whoops.

Tomorrow, Frenchie friend is going under the knife for a neuter surgery. (His breeder said it would be better to do it now so that the stress of changing homes doesn't compromise his recovery later. Plus, I trust her to have a good vet.) Cross your fingers that it goes well!