Filleting Fishies & Monday Rock Outs

I filleted my first trout on Monday night. It’s probably something I should have known how to do long ago, but since I’m Filipino and we usually cook our fishies whole (head and all)—

Mmm... tilapia.

…I just never learned how to do it.

For my first time deboning an uncooked fish (it’s easy enough when it’s already cooked), I think I did a pretty swell job of it. I’m only writing about this because I absolutely need to share this recipe which I got from the Abs Diet for Women. It’s yummy, easy to make and most of all, it’s good for you! If you don’t want to fillet your own trout I’m sure you can ask the butcher at the market to do it for you (I was too shy/too impatient to wait so I grabbed a whole one instead).

What you need:

  • Olive oil
  • Salt & pepper
  • Cornmeal
  • Parsley
  • Trout fillet
  • Green beans
  • Sliced almonds
  • A frying pan
  • A steamer

Heat about a tablespoon of olive oil in the skillet over medium heat. Cover the flesh side of the trout fillet with cornmeal and season with salt and pepper to taste. Place the trout flesh side down in skillet and cook on one side for 4 minutes, flip and cook for another 2 minutes. Plate and garnish with chopped parsley.

In a steamer, cook a cup of green beans (trimmed and cut into bite size pieces) for about 5 minutes. Toss with a teaspoon of olive oil, about 2 tablespoons of sliced almonds, and salt and pepper to taste.

And voilà… Delicioso dinner in under 10 minutes.

For you calorie counters: Calories 372, Protein 20g, Carbs 17g, Total Fat 26g, Saturated Fat 4g, Sodium 48mg, Fiber 5g.

I enjoyed it, my mom enjoyed it and so did my cousin, the self-professed “fat kid,” Abs. So if you like cooking, try it. I promise you won’t be disappointed (unless you hate fish… then sucks for you).

After we scarfed down our dinner we met up with Blue and his cousin to see Steel Panther at the House of Blues. I kept trying to figure out all night why they seemed so familiar until Blue pointed out that they used to be called Metal Skool. DUR. I used to go and see them all the time at Typhoon Saloon in San Diego. Oh the memories… only yesterday did I stand in that crowd of white chicks, short skirts and beer guts as the band spouted vulgarities and insults toward the crowd who loved every second of it. Not much has changed except they may have stepped up their antics just a bit. Or maybe I’m just shocked more now than I was back then. In any case, mucho fun and tomfoolery was had by all.

I'm obviously the blond one.

Now I have to prep my room for the arrival of my lovely and amazing German cohort who lands from NY tomorrow. Also keeping my fingers crossed that Missouri can make it into town as well. ♥

And then… GYM. I really need to find a consistent workout buddy *cough* Wifey *cough* to push me on days such as this when I feel sluggish and not at all in the mood for lifting weights and running my butt off. Gym, gym, gym. Do it, do it, do it.

K. ReadySetGo.

Side Note: I’m totally failing this month at the whole Post a Day thing. Kinda mad at myself, but life distracts (as always). I guess I’ll just have to try harder from now on. :)

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Night Time Shenanigans & Day Long Naps

From what I remember of last night, I had mucho fun.

J, L & I got into the bottle of Glenfiddich I had brought over and 3 whiskey neats past midnight we put on our dancing shoes and packed into a cab heading toward Area 33 to meet Mr. Flip for the Good Vibe Productions Pisces Ball. It reminded me of those random underground warehouse parties I used to go to in Brooklyn. All in all a very good time except for the fact that I was a little too chocolate wasted.

After the 3 whiskeys from earlier in the evening I had 2 more gin & tonics upon arrival. I know that’s kind of a lot, but I used to have a really high tolerance. A year ago, at most I’d be tipsy and a bit too giggly. Instead, I ended up past out in Flip’s car on the way back to J’s. We were supposed to go downtown after (I think) but as soon as we got back, I immediately crashed on the couch and was comatose until morning. Still… many a good time. One highlight was telling the Brazilian guy that harassed L & I for our numbers that he definitely looked Filipino and that I thought he was lying. In the morning we all packed into my car and made an attempt to go to the beach just to lay out and take a nap but it was far too cold. The dang weather always thwarts my adventures!

I spent the rest of the day curled up in bed, going in and out of sleep to answer work emails and finish up some pre-pro documents for the tech scout tomorrow. Speaking of which, I have a call time at 7:30 and I still have to finish printing out the production book.

Lo siento, friends but no calorie stories today. Come to think of it, you’re probably actually thankful. Weekends are meant for some indulgence, no?

Night, night & dream well. xx

Making Music, Counting Calories & Lazy Teenage Superheroes

I lied, no 2nd post last night. Bad Ena!

BUT… I had good reason!

After picking someone up from the airport then rushing to the gym to get in my daily workout, I moseyed over to my rockin’ friend Johnny’s apartment to finally hang out and officially meet his lovely lady, Lindy. By the time I got to his place it was 11:40pm and I was wayyy late.

So much fun though. We basically kicked back, busted out the guitars and jammed to our heart’s content. I’m determined to make Johnny start a band with me AND teach me guitar because he’s just cool like that. He attempted to teach me and Lindy (on piano) one of his new songs but my lack of guitar skills stifled me. How hot would it be though with a lady on keys, a lady on guitar and awesome to the max J on lead? SUPER HOT. Like H-A-W-T, kind of hot. Like in your face, oh-so-sexy, scorching as the sun, hot. Yeah… REALLY HOT.

We eventually had to put down the instruments and head over to another friend’s sick loft in downtown LA. Every unit seriously looks like a private eye’s office. I kind of want to bust out my 1950s outfits, knock on his door at the midnight hour with claims of a missing husband/fiancé/boyfriend/whathaveyou. I would totally want to live there if the neighborhood weren’t so shady. When we arrived there were firemen busting into his building. Kind of a hilarious coincidence.

We stayed until around 4:30 when we realized it was way past our bedtimes and headed home. Since I didn’t get back to my place until 5am, I slept in this morning. It was something kind of wonderful to lounge in bed until 11.

My brother is in town visiting from Davis so we decided to head to Barnes & Noble to get some coffee and maybe a few new books. While there I stopped by the diet and exercise section where I decided to bite the bullet and listen to my friends who keep telling me I really need to start counting calories for my workouts to be effective.

I bought two books, The Pocket Calorie Counter and the Abs Diet for Women which breaks down the proper amount of protein/fiber/etc. I should really be eating every day. I know there are sites for this like the bodybuilding.com site I mentioned a few posts ago, but I stick to things so much better if I have it in hardcopy form right in front of me. It’s harder to ignore I guess. In any case, after reading the beginnings of The Pocket Calorie Counter, I realized I’m probably eating a LOT LESS calories than I need to be (which can partly be blamed on work) which is actually hindering my ability to lose weight since my body counters the lack of caloric energy by storing more fat.

After sitting and doing all the math in my new little food journal (I love moleskin and actually writing out math equations because I’m a nerd) I need to be eating 1771.32 calories per day to maintain my weight. To lose 1 lb. a week I need to cut out 500 calories per day or work off 500 or better yet a combination of the two which means I’ll be cutting my caloric intake to about 1250 calories a day (give or take depending on my workout). I’m also starting a food journal to make sure I eat enough a day. Just thinking about my intake on Friday and Saturday, I was under 1200 on both days which is just sad.

So calorie counting. Wish me luck and here I go!

But before I do, I leave you with the Lazy Teenage Superheroes: an extremely funny & well-executed short film made by Michael Ashton for only $300. There’s cussing, vulgarity, ninjas and herpes jokes. Yeah… thank me later.

Did I Stutter?

Date night with the wife. I haven’t gone to the cinema in a while so we went to see “The King’s Speech” and I’ve got to say the film was done superbly well. The acting, the sets, the costuming, the styling—everything was practically perfection. I’m far too tired to get into anything too detailed though I will say I highly recommend watching it.

I was supposed to go the gym after the movie but since Krys didn’t have her work out gear and I didn’t feel like saying goodnight just yet we decided to hit the bar next door to the theatre. I know I live in the valley, but I have to say, the guys that I meet whenever I hang out in my “hood” are kind of weird and more than just a bit douchey. I swear, the valley is like a larger Jersey shore. Tight shirts, beer guts and bad pick-up lines.

And now I’ve got to hit the hay. I skipped the gym for 2 days and I feel awful about it, though I guess it’s good to give myself a break every now and again. I’m going to 24-Hour at the butt-crack of dawn to make up for last night’s shenanigans (drinks with Johnny THEN drinks with the wife) and tonight’s round of Jamesons.

Night night blogging world. <3

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Hangin’ with Zee Gays

Completely exhausted today from last night’s shenanigans. Abs and I went to Mother Lode in West Hollywood with my amazingly talented, extremely handsome and all-together wonderful friend, Jason. The first thing Abs said to me when we walked in was, “I guess we won’t be getting any free drinks tonight.” Lol… the life of the beautiful girl (her not me—don’t forget, I’m awkward and squirrelly).

I haven’t been to a gay bar in a lonnng time so it was definitely a nice change of pace from the thirsty boys that creep up to us at Mad Bull’s or even worse the handsy guys at clubs (gross). One thing is for sure though… gay bars are EXPENSIVE but the drinks are way strong. I have to remember that some of my friends do not have as a high a tolerance as me. I was driving so I kept my cool but totally egged on Jason and Abs to drink more and more. It was fun seeing them so chocolate wasted. I was watching a video that Abs had recorded of me singing karaoke and there was about 5 seconds of it on my face. The rest was curiously focused on my chest (umm.. no comment). All in all an outrageously good time with two crazy cool critters. Woohoo for WeHo!

Today was a bit painful though. I didn’t get home until about 5am (after dropping off the zexy illustrator) was up at 8am and spent the rest of the day at the office in Santa Monica being a busy little bee. Now that I’ve napped, and gymed and video gamed a bit, it is most definitely time for bed.

Goodnight LaLa-land!

DRINK UP, YA BUMS.

I miss my drinking buddies.

Since I moved back to Cali, my tolerance has slowly deteriorated. I guess that’s KIND of good thing. It definitely makes the nights less expensive and should I ever let a guy buy me a drink… at least I’m a cheap date, right? I can definitely still outdrink any skinny minny, size 2 in Hollywood and whatever douche who’s at her side, BUT it’s a certainty: I can’t hold my liquor as well as I did in NY or SD.

Speaking of which… I wonder who could outdrink who: my friends that reside on the east coast or those I now share an ocean with. I can only imagine the mischief I’d get into should my NY and San Diego friends ever congregate in one city. There have been mixings of course, but never an all out crazed night of throwing back whiskey and g&t’s. I think I need to make that happen.

Point of this post: I’m officially looking for boozing buddies. And hiking buddies. And willing-to-attend-gallery-openings buddies. Lol. Basically what I need to do is stop going out of town and actually meet people in the city where I purportedly come from. It’s insane that I grew up here and aside from my awesome work friends, extremely large family and the random university friends who happen to live in LA, I don’t really know very many people. I’m so used to picking up the phone and calling Jess, or Anna, or Jesper, or Alex, etc., etc. and convincing them to go grab a drink with me on a random Tuesday night.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to go back to my partying ways in NY (I admit I was kind of out of control for a few months there), but it would be nice to not be so responsible all the time. I think it’s about time I find some irresponsible friends to play with in El Yay.

I’m taking to the streets. Drink up, ya bums.

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Idyllic Isolation, Interrupted

Once again I woke up way early but this time it was 4am… so what to do. I had planned on going to the gym but then got caught up watching BSG [or Battlestar Gallactica for you non-sci-fi heads out there]. By the time my inner geek was thoroughly satiated, the sun was up and I decided it was too pretty to be in a stuffy gym so I checked out Runyon Canyon instead which I haven’t been to since I was about 16.

It was SO great running up that hill. I had also completely forgotten just how spectacular the view is—

Unfortunately, right after I took this picture my tranquil alone time was spoilt. As I’m standing there ear buds in, catching my breath and taking in this amazing view in an even more amazing city, I see out of the corner of my eye a guy inching his way closer and closer to me. I kept turning my body in the opposite direction in hopes that he’d take a hint but alas, he did not. He made it a point to tap me on the shoulder in order to say, “Beautiful, isn’t it?” WOOOOOW, you’re perceptive, Guy.

Don’t get me wrong—if you know me at all, you’re aware that I really do enjoy meeting random strangers in any given situation. But sometimes, as everyone does, I feel like having some alone time. I’ve always been someone who needs to get away, be by myself and just breathe, at least for an hour or so a day. I especially felt that this morning. Quiet house, beautiful day; all I wanted was to get outside, get lost in some music and do something active… ALONE.

The problem is I can be too nice, or at least that’s what I’m told. After the guy got my attention and jabbered on about how he was yet another wannabe actor in Hollywack, he asked if I’d want to go down the hill with him. What I thought in my head was a polite, “Sorry, but I’d rather be alone,” somehow translated to, “Yes, but first let’s sit and chat on this bench even though I just said that I brought a book to read while I’m up here.” To make matters worse, the guy was wearing the very distinct scent of my ex. Sensory overload: the gross kind.

After I finally told him, “Umm… maybe you should just go down the hill on your own because I’m going to be reading for a while,” he seemed offended saying, “I was just trying to keep you company,” but THEN asked if we could keep in contact after today. I never know how to say no in these situations without coming off as a jerk, so I replied instead with a very unenthusiastic, “Uhh.. sure, I guess.” Mind you I was also book-in-hand, facing forward with sunglasses on.

Maybe the guy was just THAT dense. Or maybe I need to work on my cold shoulder a little more [ha, even the thought of that makes me feel bad]. In any case, I guess if I go to Runyon by myself I should maybe expect it. Seeing as two other guys tried to pick me up after dense guy left, the place is teeming with singles. Orrr, maybe I should just stick with Wildwood.

Since the guy had completely ruined my endorphin high from the run uphill… I decided to go to the gym and get those chemicals reignited. I’m happy to report, it worked.

Get ‘er dun, people. GET ‘ER DUN.

Makeover City

Since moving back to LA, I’ve slowly begun retooling my life: less partying, no smoking, more reading, more exploring, more movement, more music, more of everything good in life.

I figure along with the new year and the new life, I might as well have a new look. Hope you like the facelift, blog-o-mine. I think you’re looking pretty spiffy. <3

Now I'm off to the gym. I'm ridiculously sore and I'm hoping a spell in the dry sauna and a quick mile will make me feel better. Also hoping that it's less crowded today; Man Thong, Dark Chocolate & Roids are starting to get on my last nerve.

Be back later for my daily post. Topic today is what I would do if I only had one-hour left to live. Spoiler: it would definitely at one point include a bed.

Hotel Café

Hung out with some lovely new friends yesterday at the Hotel Café. I was happily surprised at how great the music was last night. Considering the bigger named people who showed up, it was a really small and intimate setting and completely reminded me of my more favorite music scenes back in NY.

I had actually roped my friends into coming in order to see “the” [I was told not to leave that word out] Brendan Hines & Co. who I had accidentally found a while back during one of my sleepless nights in Los Angeles. Before he played we heard the musical stylings of Jen Hirsch, Tyler Hilton with a guest performance by Michelle Branch (who Alex and I kept mistaking for Vanessa Carlton) and after him another band whose name I now forget Keaton Simons [without your skin I’m naked… such sexy lyrics]. Of course after Hines & Co. had performed—*ahem* THE Hines, lol—I was dragged up to the stage to be introduced to the man I had jokingly referred to as my future husband, only to have a “foot in mouth” moment.

Some time during his set, my friends had decided to have a cigarette break—*cough cough*—and so I went out with them. Of course during this time, I had missed some of his songs, which I failed to take in to consideration as I shook his hand and said with an innocent smile on my face that at his next show he should perform “I Miss New York”… which of course he had. Whoops.

After his performance, the crowd was surprised with an appearance by the talented Mr. Mayer. I think he’s a great musician, but the attention the crowd was giving the man was a bit vomit inducing for me. I was told to “hush” at a bar for goodness sakes! I mean… yes, he’s a great guitar player but he’s not the messiah.

In any case, a charming night in Los Angeles. This city is shaping up to be something kind of wonderful.

[& yes, I’m already up at 6am… but what’s new world?]

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