Pescetarian Rachel

Sunday, October 2nd, 2011 by Rachel

I eliminated beef from my diet about two years ago, as an easy diet modification to eliminate a possible contributor to my cholesterol levels and weight gain. I switched to turkey or sausage for these kinds of recipes which normally rely on beef. In the past two years, I also began to increase my fish consumption, which I’d never eaten in college or Flagstaff (where there just wasn’t any fish around except for at Red Lobster).


A couple weeks ago, I made some chicken fingers just because we happened to have some in the freezer. It’s an old favorite recipe for the “Ultimate Chicken Fingers”, which uses a batter of Bisquik and Parmasan to add flavor to the chicken. This used to be a staple in our cooking. But once the chicken fingers made their way onto my plate, I just couldn’t stomach it, and I realized that I don’t even like chicken anymore. Chicken has gradually made its way out of my diet over the last few years, and I hadn’t even noticed.


So I got to thinking, what meat am I really eating? I don’t eat beef. I don’t eat chicken. We’ve only bought ground turkey once in the past month for a spaghetti meat sauce, but I ate many of my spaghetti bowls without the meat sauce, simply with butter and parmesan. I enjoy pork, bratwursts and ribs, but I haven’t opted for these meals as regularly now as I used to either. My taste buds and stomach have changed. What does this leave me with? Fish and veggies.


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How Derrick and I got Engaged!

Saturday, February 13th, 2010 by Rachel

Derrick and I’d wanted to take a trip—just the two of us—over Christmas break. Since we didn’t have a chance then, we decided to set one up for February 5th. We decided on an overnight trip to Chattanooga. I told Derrick that he could choose an activity. Derrick wanted a fancy dinner, and he spent tons and tons of time researching restaurants. He finally chose the Back Inn Café, located in the Bluff Art District of Chattanooga. I told him that he needed to find a backup restaurant, and he refused. I decided on the Tennessee Aquarium, Ruby Falls, or maybe even both, time allowing.


The 3 ½ hour drive up to Chattanooga was a miserable one. We got a late start (we always do when leaving on vacation). Derrick was acting really anxious, and we had to drive back to the house twice to make sure that the door was locked. On the first time, Derrick grabbed the corkscrew for the bottle of wine we’d packed. On the second time, I had Derrick get me a dry warm fuzzy sweatshirt, so it worked out for the best. It was cold, rainy and foggy through Atlanta. By the time we reached Chattanooga, we were ready to stop the car. The city looked dark and spooky, and the GPS took us on the less attractive side of town. We were very concerned about if the bed and breakfast we’d chosen would be a nice place to stay. Luckily, it was. We arrived around 4:30 at the Mayor’s Mansion Inn—a beautiful three story building. We were greeted at the door by Josh, who showed us around, told us the breakfast menu for the following morning, told us that we could borrow any movies from their video collection if we wanted.


We stayed in the Signal Mountain room on the third floor. Luckily, we didn’t pack too heavily, so carrying bags up the stairs was fine. There was black and white toile from floor to very high ceilings. The bathroom was my favorite color of Kermit green. We were so happy to have such a nice room after the scary drive in. We relaxed and watched some Cash Cab on TV. Derrick had made the dinner reservation for 7. We got dressed up. Derrick wore his suit with his red shirt underneath. I wore my black half sleeve button down shirt, black pants, and my jellyfish necklace that Derrick gave me for my birthday in 07. On the way out, Josh gave us a little directions card to the restaurant from the Inn, but we still managed to get a little lost. The GPS wouldn’t find the restaurant, so we had to navigate the old fashioned way—via map!


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It’s a tattooed kind of day

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 by Rachel

After the Dragon
by Trevor Howard


Fish had more tattoos
than anybody I ever knew,
and what made it really
interesting was that he
didn’t mind talking about
them at all. He liked people
who liked his tattoos. He
kept saying that we were
going to have to go up to
the D to get me one, but he
warned me that once you get
the first you have to be
planning the next one so
that you wouldn’t leave them
unbalanced. I said that I
couldn’t decide what to get.
I said that a maple leaf
might not be all that bad.
Fish called me a wimp and
said that if I was going to
get something as stupid as
that he wasn’t going to go
up there with me. So I was
off the hook for a little
while until he asked me
again and I muttered something
about an eagle. “Jesus,” he
said, “first it’s a goddamn
maple leaf. Now it’s an
eagle.” He was particular
about tattoos. “What about
a snake,” he said,” snakes
are always good… Or a
dragon…” Fish was really
proud of his dragon tattoo.
It was a genuine Lyle Tuttle
tattoo. He had gotten it in
San Francisco after proving
his sincerity to Mr. Tuttle
by showing him his collection
and telling him that he’d come
all the way from Chicago for
the chance to be tattooed by
Lyle Tuttle. Fish told me that
Lyle Tuttle was the biggest name
there was in the tattoo world.
Peter Fonda had a Lyle Tuttle
tattoo. After the dragon, so
did Fish.