How to clean baked-on crud off a nonstick pan in 20 easy steps

  1. Prepare an awesome dinner that somehow manages to fuse with your favorite pan in an unholy mixture of meat and metal.

  2. Soak the pan after it cools.

  3. Skip away while husband cleans the kitchen.

  4. Silently curse husband for leaving the pan soaking overnight instead of tackling the beast.

  5. Leave pan sitting in sink all day.

  6. Repeat steps 3 – 5.

  7. Discuss the elephant pan situation with husband.

  8. Realize that his Herculean scrubbing efforts have all been in vain.

  9. Google remedies to save my favorite pan.

  10. Try simmering milk in pan.

  11. Simmer milk about two minutes too long.

  12. Realize that the baked on crud now includes milk residue and blackened meat marks.

  13. Try boiling water with detergent in pan.

  14. Scrub scrub scrub.

  15. Break out the sponge with the brillo side.

  16. Scrub scrub scrub.

  17. Remove most of the milk mess, but make very little dent in the OG disaster.

  18. Scrub with determination.

  19. Scrub with delusion.

  20. Start googling for new nonstick pan.

RIP Dear Friend

Henry is a hoot: Volume 5

Henry says some pretty hilarious things.  I’ve been told that I used to say hilarious things once, but my parents didn’t write it down and cannot remember even one witty anecdote.  Inspired by YHL’s Clara Conversations, I wanted to share some Henry-isms as I collect a critical mass.

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Henry:  What are you doing?
Me:  Flossing.
Henry:  What is flossing?
Me:  I’m getting food out from in between my teeth.
Henry:  You going to eat the food again?
Me:  Uh, no.
Henry:  Yeah.  Gross.
Agree.  Totes gross. 

Henry:  (From his crib)  Mommy, where are you?
Me:  (entering)  Here I am!
Henry:  No, I was saying “Wookiee where are you?”
I guess I’ll just go then.

Henry:  (Upon receiving his dinner plate) Yeah boyyy!!!
So I guess less quoting Flavor Flav then . . .  

Henry:  You want to fight me?
Me:  No.  I’m a lover, not a fighter.
Henry:  You love to fight?

Henry:  That was a good one.  (Said graciously after I accidentally–I swear!–pegged him in the head with a ball.)

James:  Should I get fresh pajamas for the kids?
Me:  I don’t care.
Henry:  I love it.

Psst.  Want more hilarious Henry?  Check him out here, here, here, and here

Hobbies cost money (duh)

I don’t knit, but it IS a hobby that costs money.

I’ve been feeling a little blogging schizophrenic lately.  Well, not just blogging.  I’m having trouble deciding how I want to spend my “free” time.

  • Should I keep doing a little at Roman Reboot, but spend more time on another internet project I’d like to tackle?
  • Should I double down on Roman Reboot?
  • Should I stress less about side internet projects and spend more time travel planning and living la dolce vita?

So, you know.  Just the usual things everyone has to deal with.  How you should spend your finite minutes and hours each week.

I was discussing this with James the other day when he was in the shower.  (This is why “free” time is in quotation marks.)  I was rambling on about how I’ve been reading more about blogging on the internet, and I’d like to make some upgrades with hosting and mailing lists and widgets, but I wasn’t sure if I should upgrade Roman Reboot or start from scratch on the new project, but I’d like to do some things to Roman Reboot but they will cost money and can I justify that if the site is just a hobby??

And he said something that is very obvious, but it is something I had lost perspective on.

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Take off your shirt

So remember when I said I wanted to work on getting back to running?

I decided to work on it.  Even though it is approximately eleventy bajillion degrees.  Definitely a good idea.

For me, running means racing.  I like running–once I get out the door.  I need some kind of race motivation for me to actually commence the act of running.

Ooo, a half marathon in Rome at the end of August?  At night?  Perfect!  Sign me up!!

(Never mind that it starts like at my bedtime.  Also, did I mention that it is eleventy bajillion degrees?  Slightly better at night.  Slightly.)

I decided to sign up.  And immediately ran into an issue.

Required medical form?  What could this be?

I consulted my medical peeps here.  Yup, most races require a medical form.  Some races just need a doctor’s signature.  Others need an actual physical.

Guess which one this one needed?

I got an appointment for my physical.  I knew that there would be a stress test so that I should wear workout clothes.  I knew that it would cost 40 euro.  I knew that I had to bring my own urine specimen.  I couldn’t leave a specimen there because first morning urine was needed.

Day of the appointment.  Thankfully, a friend had hers scheduled at the same time.  (She drove.)

We hand over our specimens.  Pretty sure these are straight up chucked in the trash.  Definitely no way that they were tested during the 30 minutes we are there.  Maybe they figure anyone who would actually bring a specimen doesn’t have anything to hide??

After calculating our height in cm (thanks Google!), we stand on a machine that weighs you and uses sensors to check body fat or something like that.  We get print outs, but everything is most definitely in Italian.  BMI I recognize at least.  Looks pretty good, I pride myself.

I have a lung capacity test.  It involves blowing into a cardboard tube machine.  I think I do very badly.  In my defense, I think the test was explained poorly.  They do not tell me the results.

I go to a different room for the stress test.  I wait.  I can see the sinister stationary bike in the corner, sensors dangling like creepy tentacles.

The doctor (I presume???) comes breezing in.  He picks up my printout.  “Hmm,” he says, peering at the numbers.  He fixates at a number on the page.  He makes a face.  “Fat,” he says, patting his belly.

Uh, excuse me??

I tell him to have two babies and see how that works out for him.  Either something is lost in translation or he (wisely) chooses to ignore this.

I can’t help thinking what would he have said if I showed up pre-30 Day EVERYTHING Challenge.

“Take off your shirt,” he says.

Wait, what???

Nothing is really explained, but it seems that this is a part of the stress test.  I sit on the bike.  He starts soaking me down with water.  It becomes clear that this is to make the sensors stick, but again, nothing is explained.

We start the test.  I have to keep the bike above 80 RPM for three minutes.  And it will get harder.

The first minute, I’m thinking, this isn’t so bad.  I can do this.  I’m singing Henry’s favorite, Chumba Wumba, in my head.  I get knocked down, but I take your stress test again, . . .

I can see the hills coming.  It starts to hurt.  Bad.  My legs are shaking.  I see the RPM slow to 60.  And then 45.

The “doctor” is not sympathetic.  “This is a stress test,” he explains.  THANKS.  I get it.

I keep my legs turning, even though I really thought I might stop.  I wonder why I didn’t adjust the bike seat down a little before we started.

Towards the end, when I’m thinking that I have definitely failed, he comes to stand beside me, presumably as motivation.  He pushes my knee down to keep it going.  I can smell cigarettes.

And then it’s over.  He jumps down saying “Follow me” and runs out.

I’m dazed.  My legs are like jelly.  Can I put on my shirt? I gasp.

I stumble to the reception area, and my friend (who went first) assures me that it is over.  Later, she hypothesizes that the whole thing is just a formality.  She thinks they printed out my certificate before I even completed the stress test.  Glad I went through that then.

And that is how I am the proud owner of a certificate stating that I have excellent physical fitness which is good for one year.  And after that creepy, painful experience, I am now obligated to run ALL the races.

And I sure showed that “you’re fat” doctor.  After I get home from my test, I make a healthy dinner.  And then go get some gelato.

Very Normal Henry (with a side of Assisi)

Dear Henry,

Instead of rambling about your vocabulary (immense) and your size (also immense), let me tell you a story about a recent trip that sums up the essence di Henry, if you will.

On a sunny, long weekend in June, we did an overnight trip to Spoleto, Cortona, the Perugina chocolate factory, and Assisi.  There were plenty of quintessential Henry moments throughout, but I’d like to talk about our time in Assisi.

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Footwear Recipe for Rome: Shoes to Keep You Feeling Comfortable AND Stylish

We’ve talked outfits for your trip to Rome.  Now let’s talk about what is arguably the MOST important part of your outfit.  No, not your keep-your-valuables-safe bag.  Not even your Papa Francisco slap bracelet.  (I actually couldn’t find any of those on the internets.  There’s your next million dollar idea.  YOU’RE WELCOME.)

I’m talking about shoes.  That’s right.  Your footwear can mean the difference between your strolling through the Forum in comfort or limping through the sights, too distracted by blisters to appreciate the wonder of the city.  Your shoes can mean the difference between feeling cute on your Roman Holiday or feeling like you sacrificed your personal style for a safe, comfortable option.

Luckily, I think you can have both fashion and function.  In fact, I advocate a two-part plan of attack.  If you find the right shoes, you can do your whole vacation with just two pairs.  Trust.

So what is this magic recipe, you scoff?

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When we first got here, I gawked at sky high heels.  But then I realized that these are not the rule.  And when I looked even closer, I realized that many Romans are sporting cool styles that could walk for miles.

1 Part Sporty Sneaks

Have you guys noticed how gosh darn cool some sneakers have gotten these days?  Throwback styles, fun prints, you name it.  The trick is to pick something with cushion and style.  This is not the time to look like you are about to sweat to the oldies or pump some iron.

I have seen LOTS of fun sneakers here.  Neon colors.  Floral prints.  Even some sequins.  Just like your crazy pants, if you ever wanted to try out a fun sneaker, THIS is the place to do it.

In case you are curious on brands, my completely unscientific observations are lots of Adidas and New Balance.  Some Nike, Saucony, and Reebok.  Some Puma, but not nearly as much as I expected.  Oh, there are oodles of Chucks if this is your jam, but I cannot personally speak to comfort on these.

Start with black if you aren’t feeling too crazy, although these also come in fun colors. I think every fashion blogger I follow has these and swears by them.

I heart this print.

Gray + pattern = yes please

Digging the retro vibe. Can’t go wrong with a classic.

Great in the classic white. Fun in floral.

If laces aren’t your thing, slip-on sneakers are back in a big way.  I haven’t done it yet, but I am dangerously close to adding some Vans to my collection.  Yes, this is hypocritical as I called my middle school friends posers for their Airwalks and Etnies when they were only casual skate aficionados.  Don’t care.

While regular sneaks have great potential for pops of color, I’ve been seeing slip-ons with so many fun prints.  I want them all.

I’m so close, you guys. So close.

Unless I need these. This is why I haven’t pulled the Vans trigger! So many choices!!

Quilted!

Pineapple!

When deciding how crazy to go, consider the rest of your wardrobe.  If you are like me and have finally realized that you only wear gray and other neutrals, try a bright color or print.  If your wardrobe has a little more pizzazz, maybe consider a more supporting player.  I fully support pattern mixing, but make sure you find an option that works for multiple outfits.

If you are looking for sneaker inspiration, The Mom Edit has a great roundup.

1 Part Killer Sandals

I think comfortable and cute sandals are the Holy Grail of footwear.  I’ve had some luck finding decent Naturalizers in the past, but I’m not loving their styles this year.  Same for Aerosoles.

Not hating this one from Dr. Scholl’s

These have great reviews

I did have a great experience with a pair of Rocket Dogs once.

And this is where I get kind of stuck you guys.  I’m sure there are plenty of comfy sandals out there that are not in a comfort brand, but I’m too lazy to order them without knowing and I’m never in stores to try them on.

This summer, I ended up going with Birkenstocks.  I know, I know, some of you hate on these, but hear me out.  There are more fun styles than just the traditional two strap now.  And I’m not sure that mine have it, but I have heard great things about the new soft footbed styles.  If you are interested in Birks, you could even wait until you arrive to purchase.  They seem to be a little bit cheaper here.

Whatever you pick, same rules for sneaks apply.  Look at your wardrobe.  Pick someone who will play nice with everyone.  I really like metallics as easy to wear with everything.

Mix both parts on travel days

In my ideal sightseeing world, you would build a pause into your day.  Maybe you hit it hard in the morning, have a leisurely lunch and rest, and then head back out in the late afternoon.  Maybe you go strong all day and then have a late afternoon rest at your hotel before heading out for dinner.  At a place when many restaurants don’t open until 7:30 pm, you’re going to need a break.

Whenever you break, take this opportunity to change your shoes.  It isn’t mandatory, but I think it can help your feet feel fresher and renewed to tackle the city.  Let’s say you wear your sneaks to the Colosseum and Forum.  (Which I would definitely recommend, because of grit, rocks, and dust.)  Then, after your afternoon rest, you slip into your sandals for your evening passagiata and dinner.

And that’s just about all you need.  I’d try to find sandals that would make you feel like you could walk into a dressy restaurant for dinner.  Or just wear your sneakers since sneakers and dresses are a thing now.

Now some of you might be all, but what about other great closed toe options?  What about loafers?  Ballet flats?

To that, I say, if you can find one that feels great, go for it.  For me, shoes in this category fall into the a few hours comfort, but not all day comfort.  They could be OK for medium walking, but maybe not EVERYWHERE walking.

I’m still on the hunt for this category.  I haven’t tried Tieks yet because I’d like to try on something that expensive before buying it, but I know some people rave.  Also, I know some people swear by the Cole Haan ballet flats, but I wasn’t blown away in store.

This loafer speaks to me.  I have a similar printed pair that I love, but definitely only rate for medium walking comfort.

These were some of my fave commuter shoes, but I wouldn’t wear them all day.

Any other footwear suggestions?  Have you tried Tieks?  Any recommendations on comfortable sandals?  Uh, asking for a friend.