Sesa-mmm good

I love sesame. It's one of my favorite flavors. It's light, but somehow almost nutty. It goes along with meat and vegetables alike. I don't care if it's sesame butter, sesame oil or sesame seeds, my mouth is watering. (Sesame Street, not so much)

So tonight, I finally gave an idea a shot.

I took some sesame oil I had and sprinkled it over some pieces of chicken along with a few splashes of balsamic vinegar and a little bit of honey. I was thinking of the flavors you find in Chinese food, but without following a recipe.

Then, I coated the chicken in a mixture of flour, seasoned bread crumbs and sesame seeds. This time, I fried it in a pan. Next time, I think I'll bake it.

Oh, did it turn out delicious. The chicken was incredibly moist. There was just a hint of the sesame oil and none of the vinegar. I couldn't have planned that better. The flour mixture I used to coat the chicken didn't stick as well as I would have liked, but I hardly mind. It was damn tasty.

If I can find a way to make the flour mixture stick better, I will. Maybe adding a little egg would help. Either way, I think baking will keep the fat level down and still produce some mighty tasty chicken. It would go great with some seasoned wild rice or even some white rice and soy sauce.

It was a little weird when I cleaned up. Washing the pan I fried the chicken in smelled a little like coffee. I guess roasted seeds tend toward the same scent. Either way, it made me think the chicken would go great with a cup of strong black coffee.

I'd make this dish again. It was damn good for winging it.

It's all about me

As I ran today out at the Wolf River Greenway, I heard the obnoxious voice of a girl who had to be somewhere in her tweens. She was on a bike exclaiming "there's a hill! WHEEE!" as she rode along.

My first thought was that her enthusiasm came from an attempt to encourage a younger child. I was wrong.

She was with her mother and a man I assume was her father. Neither female addressed him and he spoke only to the friendly golden retriever running alongside him, but he was in the same path as the two bike riders.

The tween I'll call Princess-in-training, or PIT for short.

There's a little explanation behind the "Princess" moniker:

One day as I was running out at Shelby Farms with headphones in, I ran past a couple enjoying the outdoors by Patriot Lake. They were kind enough to take up the entire path and moved at a pace no faster than a saunter.
The feminine half of the couple was an unnatural dark orange hue. Her skin wasn't leathery, but it was certainly tanned. On top of that, I imagine she had to have used some sort of self-tanner because there was a very noticeable orange tint that doesn't come from simple sun-worship or from tanning bed use.
As I passed by this couple, the woman (a.k.a Princess) explained to her companion, "She is white," in reference to my light pigment. What a keeper.
Note: You're not deaf when you wear headphones.

Anyway, PIT will soon find herself on the road to becoming just like Princess, I'm sure. It's all about Princess, and the rest of humanity is inferior.

PIT made comments about everything. These comments, in summary, were about as vacuous as I've ever heard.

Here are the highlights:
- "Oh look, mama, this path leads down to the turtles. Can we go look?"
She ventured down the path to what is an ornamental set of four sculptured turtles on a piece of metal. They aren't alive.
- "Did you see the turtles, mama? There are, like, 20 of them. They're so big. Did you see them?"
- "It's called Turtle Marsh."
Written in several places, it's Turtle Bayou. No, no one cares, but the statement was illustrative of my point.
- "Look, there's another one of those things."
It's called a 'bench,' PIT.

On and on, the child droned and exclaimed. Every little thing was worthy of a loud and stupid statement. As she continued to pedal along the path, she made sure to voice her enjoyment in a series of "whee!" statements.

My bet? Only child.

Run for it

I tell you, it's really goofy how much random crap you're given for doing something healthy. You give blood and you get all kinds of stuff. Lifeblood offered a chance for donors to get free Baskin Robbins ice cream through August.

I ran the Chick-fil-A 5k with a good friend on Labor Day. I had just gotten to the point where 3 miles wasn't an incredible mountain to climb, and the 5k was a way to gauge just how well I was running it. I finished in less than 30 minutes.

Anyway, I came away with all this free stuff for no reason. Some of it is junk. I don't ever use coozies (or however it's spelled) and the binoculars say "Viagra" on the top of them.

Since Pfizer was a sponsor, there are pads of paper for prescription drugs including Zoloft. It's too bad exercise produces endorphins or the majority of race participants might be interested. Other than that, it's mints, a free Chick-fil-A sandwich and pens. It might not be fancy crap, but it was still all free.

So, let this be a lesson. Should you want a random assortment of stuff for doing something beneficial for your health, run races or give blood. No, I kid. Don't do it for the swag, do it because you want to. It's still fun to get stuff. Congratulations, it didn't kill you! Here's a pen.