Act 10: Powdered Experimentation

My roommate, Steve, asked for Scotcheroos for his birthday, then took it back saying that they were too unhealthy. I had something in mind that might make them healthier (not healthy, just healthier) so I set out to give it a try. 3 pans of scotcheroos later, I might be on to something!

The secret ingredient here is PB2. It’s a powdered peanut butter that you mix with water to achieve peanut butter-like consistency. I’ve heard about it from women at work before… it has a huge following in the Weight Watchers community. I was able to find it in the Health Market section of my Hy-Vee.

The Stats

2 Tbsp of JIF creamy peanut butter: 190 cals / 16 g fat
2 Tbsp of PB2: 53 cals / 2 g fat

The Flavor

The PB2 isn’t as creamy or as peanutty as JIF, but it’s not bad. It might not be my first choice, but I can see why it appeals to people.


As I mentioned above, it took 3 batches to get this recipe right. Despite frustration after the first pan was a failure, I learned that cooking and baking are all about experimentation.

Pan #1

This batch was made to recipe (from the Rice Krispies website of course!). The recipe calls for 1 cup of peanut butter so I diligently mixed 18 tablespoons of PB2 with 9 tablespoons of water to get my full cup.

I brought my corn syrup and sugar mixture to a boil, removed it from the heat and mixed in my peanut butter. And it liquefied. Normally peanut butter will get runnier with heat, but this stuff just disintegrated. I should have stopped there but I wanted to see it through. I mixed in my Rice Krispies, pressed it into a pan, spread my melted chocolate on top and left it to set. Or so I thought. Hours later after putting it in the fridge to harden more it was still runny. I cut a piece out to try and the cereal wouldn’t hold together. I looked at the pan later and the “peanut sauce” had actually seeped and covered the bottom of the pan where that piece I cut out used to be. Not good.

Now, I was disappointed but I also thought I knew what went wrong. You mix the powder with water to make the peanut butter. Adding it to more liquid (the corn syrup/sugar mixture) is just too much. It’s like you added triple the water you wanted and just made peanut sauce. Solution? No water! Let the corn syrup act as the liquid.

Later Steve suggested just using less water. A valid idea I hadn’t come up with on my own. What can I say? I deal in extremes. He also convinced me to give it another shot. Even though I thought I had a solution, I was hesitant to buy more ingredients and try it. I don’t like not succeeding. I don’t even like saying ‘failing’! But experimentation is how you come up with great new things, so the next day I gave it another go with 2 half-batches.

Pans #2 and #3 – The Half Batches

I made two half batches so as to waste fewer ingredients. One used no water and one used half the water. I used 12 tbsps of PB2 for each half batch because I didn’t think the peanut sauce in the first pan was peanutty enough. I could have gotten away with less.

For Pan #2 (the “No Water” pan) I just dumped the peanut powder right into the hot corn syrup mixture. It became creamy and smelled like good old peanut butter! When we went to add the Rice Krispies however, we couldn’t add them all. A half batch calls for 3 cups but without the water there just wasn’t enough liquid. 2.5 cups went in but it was too much and made the bars a little hard, though they set up very nicely and tasted pretty good.

Pan #3 was the “Half Water” pan. 12 tbsps of PB2 would normally be mixed with 6 tbsps of water so I used three. It mixed nicely with the corn syrup and I was able to mix in all 3 cups of cereal. Pretty amazing that 3 tbsps of water got me another cup of cereal! That little amount of water didn’t set up well though. The cereal stayed together much better than Pan #1, but it was still way too sticky and not quite set, especially on the bottom.

The Winner

Pan #2! Not using water made the end result more peanut butter-y and let it harden the way they are supposed to. My batch wasn’t perfect, but it was close and I think with another test I could perfect it. For best results I’d recommend only using about 4.5 cups of cereal instead of 6 for a normal sized batch, or adding an extra tbsp or so of corn syrup (or even 1 tbsp of water) to the mix to allow enough liquid for all the cereal. Just don’t overdo the liquid… remember, 3 tbsps of water is too much! Either way, the end result should be pretty good.


And as for the nutrition stats… using the PB2 powdered peanut butter as I did in the winning batch saves you about 1,000 calories and 106 grams of fat per pan. If you cut 15 decent sized bars out of a 9x13 pan, you’d save about 70 calories and 7 grams of fat per bar. That’s healthier!

Act 9: Born Tall

I have a few good friends who are in graduate school studying Zoology and Aquarium Studies (Master's of Biology to be exact).  I always hear about their classes and the cool places they are held (Shedd Aquarium, Nanette Marsh, etc).  I've helped proofread their papers and make model zoos (the toilet paper roll trees were stunningly realistic!).  Most of what they talk about when they get going is way over my head because I'm not a biology person, but that's okay.  They're still a fantastically fun and entertaining group.  And if I ever feel left out due to my lack of knowledge in their field I just yell out "glucocorticoids!!" and they go crazy.  They explained to me what it was once... something about hormones... all I know is it gets a funny reaction :)

Being an animal lover, I'm always a little jealous of any hands-on experience they get with critters of any size.  I want to hold a sugar glider or help with a study on the cognitive abilities of elephants or shear alpaca!  Alas, these things are not to be (any time soon anyway).  Though I am still holding out hope for riding a camel.  But today my connections did allow me to see something amazing.

Last Sunday, Niabi Zoo had it's second giraffe baby in 4 months and my friends were able to get me into the still-closed-until-May zoo and into the usually-closed giraffe barn to see this 8-day old wonder. 

It's a little girl (no name as they are having a contest to allow the public to help name her).  She was 5'5" when she was born... that's as tall as me!  In fact, the other giraffe baby, a boy born in December, was 5'9" inches tall!!

She was adorable with her slightly wobbly legs and her horns that weren't quite straightened out yet.  The thing that struck me most was her eyes.  They were so gentle.   So sweet looking.  You just wanted to pet her and hug her and take her home with you.  Mama giraffe was a little more reserved looking, as any mother should be when 6 short, tail-less, two-legged animals stand there staring at her baby for 20 minutes.  She did give the baby a few kisses, licks, and nuzzles while we were watching.  What a cool sight :)

And Carrie... I made sure to post this before going to bed tonight because I know you always look for it on Sunday night.  You're welcome!

Act 8: Par for the... First Time!

Besides Junior Golfers back in my hometown, my golfing career has mostly consisted of playing once or twice a year with my dad.  Sometimes not even that.  I'm not impressive by any means, but over the last couple of years I've taken more of an interest and improved.  You know, I'm shooting in the low to mid 60s instead of the 90s.  On nine holes.  Hey, it's a start!  I actually even purchased clubs last summer.  Real adult clubs.  Quite a departure from the gray and pink clubs I'd had since I was 10.  Maybe they have something to do with my improvement?  Who knows.

I do know that this year I've already golfed three times and it's only April 15th.  That's a lot!  And although I couldn't call this post 'par for the course' since that's unlikely to ever happen (ever...), for the first time ever I did par a hole!  It was at Highland Springs yesterday on hole 4 which is a par 3.  My drive was was solid but went into the bunker on the left side of the green.  I was able to chip out of it onto the green and put it in though.  A very rare 1-putt saves the day! 

It definitely boosted my confidence for the day, which is good.  I have a major confidence problem when it comes to golfing.  I always assume I'm way worse than anyone else.  But with the exception of my 11 on the 9th hole (I was tired!), I held my own and even impressed they guys with my mostly consistent drives.  And hey, I didn't hit it behind me.  Two of my foursome did!

I've heard it said that no matter how bad the rest of the round is, there will always be one shot that makes you want to come back.  Yesterday, that par was it.

"Golf is so popular simply because it is the best game in the world at which to be bad." ~A.A. Milne

Act 6 & 7: Change and Chop

This weekend was a two-fer!  I didn't have anything new planned to do, but lucky for me a couple of things came up.  Funny how things work out :-)

I went to my hometown for Easter and got to see a few friends that I don't see too often.  It was a fantastic weekend!  I spent Saturday afternoon with my friend Katie's family.  This is one of my favorite families of all time.  And a rare one that makes me feel just as welcome and comfortable as my own family.  They're fantastic :)  The exciting part of this was that Katie's older sister Beth was home for the holiday with her kids and Nicole (11 months) was just figuring out the walking thing.  We had her strolling back and forth across the living room the whole time.  It was so cute!  This is the most recent picture I could find of little Nicole... unfortunately it's about 5 months old.  She's only gotten better with age though!

As it always does when around children, it came up that I have never changed a diaper.  I know, I'm 27.  But hey, I'm the youngest of my siblings and nearly all of my cousins and I never babysat!  The opportunity just never presented itself.  Until just recently, children cried any time I came near (I've heard they can smell fear!).  However, with Nicole right there I had no excuse.  Next time she needed changing, I had dibs.  Now, as most parents know, changing a diaper is not rocket science.  Take old one off, slide new one under butt, attach velcro tabs.  Besides not making it tight enough the first time, I did a stellar job.  This diaper was just wet though.  Next time my dear friends will have other plans for me, and I'm sure that time will be more interesting!


The second opportunity presented itself back at home when my friend Heather asked me to cut her hair.  I laughed at first too, but she was serious!  She has very long hair and only wanted a couple of inches of split ends cut off so I decided to give it a go.  Her hair is slightly curly.  That and the length mean it's pretty forgiving of not-completely-straight cuts.  Which is good, because I cannot cut wrapping paper in a straight line to save my life.  You think I'm kidding, but you should look at them.  It's awful. 

But... back to the hair.  For ease of cleanup we did this outside with Heather sitting on the front porch railing.  The whole neighborhood could have watched if they wanted, but I don't think anyone did.  Her hair was dry so it was easy to make sure I wasn't cutting it too short.  I forgot to take a "before" picture so below is a "towards the end" picture.  I evened it all out after this was taken too.  It made me feel like I was part artist/part mad scientist.  And it made me want to cut again, so long as the person doesn't mind some major experimentation and a learning curve.  Any takers? 

"Life is like a mustache.  It can be wonderful or terrible, but it always tickles."

Act 5: Roll On

Friday night I went to my first Roller Derby match.  Apparently the QCs have had a team since 2007 or so.  They clearly weren't doing much advertising before.  So far this year though, they've been in the newspaper, on my favorite morning show, and last year the movie Whip It was in theaters.  Let's face it, it probably increased interest.  I didn't even know what the sport really was before that.  And after watching it about 5 weeks ago, I was pretty sure I wasn't cut out for that kind of contact sport.  And I think I'm pretty tough!  Turns out I was wrong (about the first thing... I am obviously tough!), but more on that in a minute.

First off, pretty cute logo huh?  Sassy!

The Rollers play in a convention center downtown.  They use a flat track, not a banked track like in the movie.  Which means they don't really need a track at all.  They just taped off a track on the cement floor.  Clever.  The crowd sat in folding chairs surrounding the track.  I wish they would have had brought in bleachers as it was hard to sit down in anything but the front row and still see much.  It was impossible to get a front row seat though... the crowd was more substantial than I expected.  Very diverse and a little rowdy.  It was helped you get into it a bit.

The outfits the girl's wear are pretty crazy.  Mostly fishnets with fancy short shorts or frilly underwear underneath.  Heavy on the makeup too, particularly eyeliner.  They also have crazy nicknames like Bonezilla, Pink Taco, Busty Assault, and Lolli Gag.  This is at the top of my list for Halloween costumes this year!

The skating was kind of fun to watch.  It took me a while to catch on and understand the scoring.  Brief rundown for those of you who aren't familiar, but be warned I haven't read the actual rules or had them explained to me.  This is just what I was able to observe, so don't bet your life on them!  There are two 30 minute halves and there are 2 teams (I'm 100% on that one... go ahead and bet your life).  Maybe 4 or 5 players from each team are called blockers and the skate relatively slowly in a large mass, jostling for position.  Each team also has a jammer.  The jammer starts a ways behind and has to skate through the mass while the other team's blockers try to prevent them from getting through.  This is where the cutting people off, knocking people down, etc comes in.  The first jammer through and halfway-ish around the track is the lead jammer.  You know this because the referee points at them and makes an 'L' with his fingers.  Like the sign for Loser, but in this case it means Lead.  The lead jammer is the only person that can score.  She has to catch up to the blockers again and skate through.  I think she gets one point for each opposing team blocker she passes.  Make sense?  It's fuzzy for me too.

It was a much more tame game than I expected.  There were some falls but nothing crazy.  I personally thought they could have been more aggressive.  I'm sure the movies overdo it, which is my only basis, but I'd have pushed a couple of those girls around a bit more! 

It was a high scoring game (the other team scored over 100).  We ended up losing by quite a bit, but the team looked like they were having so much fun I hardly think it mattered to them or anyone else.


"It's not about how hard ya hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward."

Act 4: Sowing the Seeds of Hope

All winter I've been planning to have a vegetable garden.  For the first time in my life I really want to grow some of my own food.  Seems noble enough, but my track record with plants is pretty bad.  I'm probably a black thumb if there is such a thing.  Need proof?

Evidence #1 - A couple of years ago my sister gave me a Christmas cactus and everyone told me that it should go in a south facing window.  Six months later it was dead.  Lesson learned:  Don't keep a plant in a room you never go into.
Evidence #2 - My flower garden last summer was a disaster.  Apparently it's necessary to weed and water your flowers in order for them to grow.  Oh, and find a way to keep your dogs from eating them. 

I figure with all this knowledge in my pocket now, my chances of success this summer have gone way up!

This weekend I went to the garden center and got myself some seeds.  I also got Planting 101 from the friendly garden center worker.  Tomatoes and peppers need to be started inside and transplanted outdoors in early May when there's no chance for frost (though I've seen it snow in the Midwest on May 15th).  I went home armed with planters, seed starting soil, and seeds.  The directions on the back of the seed packets are pretty self-explanatory and I don't think I messed that part up.  Fill planter with soil, put a couple of seeds on top, cover with a little bit more soil.  Check!  I planted slicing tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, red bell peppers, and pepperoncinis.  Eight of each.  That's 36 plants!  I figure a few of those have to live... right?  Also, the little seed starting planters come in trays of eight :-P

They don't look like much now, but hopefully in a couple of weeks they'll have sprouted.

 

My roommate (and partner in crime in all this) and I also picked out a house plant while we were there.  It's a Charmed Wine Shamrock and the leaves are a deep red/purple.  Some day it should have white flowers too.  Did you know (at lease some) shamrocks fold their leaves down at night?  I actually thought we'd killed it in a matter of hours after getting it home!  It's so cheery though... I love it :)

"Despite the gardener's best intentions, Nature will improvise."  ~Michael P. Garafalo

Act 3: Just Breathe... and Sweat.

Anyone who has ever worked out with me knows that I don't ease into things (most of the time).  I like high intensity.  High impact.  I want to push myself.  The energy high afterward that makes you feel like you could take on the world.  That wonderful tightness the next day that makes you feel accomplished and makes you want to do it again.  I want to feel like I worked out.

This is the main reason I've never done yoga.  No impact.  Little movement.  Very quiet.  Make no mistake, I never thought it would be easy.  I thought it would be boring!  But I decided it was time.  Partially because I have the time and partially because I have friends who never fail to be surprised by how tense my shoulders are.  I don't feel tense.  Apparently it's my natural state.  Admittedly though, I get stressed easily.  Maybe yoga would de-stress me some?

So on Monday night I went to a yoga class at my Y.  I don't know much about different styles of yoga but this one was called Vinyasa Flow.  The instructor said that just means that one move flows smoothly into the next.  I kind of thought that all forms of yoga included smoothly flowing movements, but maybe there's a kind out there with jarring, jerky movements.  Who knows!

I don't remember all the moves we did, but for the first half hour there were a couple of solid progressions we went through multiple times.  They included things like mountain pose, low lunge, scorpion, warrior, down dog, up dog (fetch!  good boy :-P), and others whose names will remain anonymous because I can't remember them.  Most weren't too bad, but a couple had my muscles shaking like crazy. 

By the end of that first half hour I was wiped out.  At one point the instructor told us that if we needed to take a break we could just go into child's pose and all I could think was 'I'd love to but you haven't told me what that is!'  The second half hour was easier.  More long holds and deep stretches that were nice but also made me feel extremely inflexible.  The last 5 minutes was relaxation and I basically fell asleep.  Seemed pretty relaxed to me! 

When I left the class I felt like I was walking out of a massage.  I felt light and decidedly not tense, but that feeling only lasted in the range of 5-8 minutes.  A bit later I could feel a tightness in some muscles that I stretched farther than they would usually chose to go.  It's still not high impact and it didn't quite make me feel accomplished the way lifting or running does, but I do feel like I worked out.


"I do yoga so that I can stay flexible enough to kick my own arse if necessary." ~Betsy Cañas Garmon