gym and walking

[redbird]

First, a note: tasty as those apple cakelings are, they don't make enough of a breakfast to keep me going through a proper workout ending at 1 p.m. (By the way, papersky, are those Imperial ounces you used in that recipe?)

I did almost entirely upper body stuff, since I wasn't sure my calf muscle was entirely recovered. And Bob my favorite trainer agrees with Papersky that the problem may have been lack of sodium/salt.

This time I went for more weight and fewer reps.

Hip adduction: 110 pounds, 11, then 6. I didn't get to alternate with abduction because someone else was using that machine.

Cardio, 33 minutes, top heart rate 150. Having read everything else in the feature section of the paper, I did the cryptoquote; guessing (correctly) the attribution very early made it easy.

Bench press: 50 pounds, 10, 10, 9
Adjustable row, 110 pounds, 3 sets of 15
Tricep pulldown, 40 pounds, 3 sets of 15
Bicep curls, 40 pound bar, 12, 8; 30 pound bar, 15

Back/hip lift with physio ball, 15.
Crunches, 20

Stretches

I also jotted down a vague idea for a character or maybe a short story, involving a person tattooed with extinct birds.

By the time I was done at the gym, it was raining. Since it was a warm rain, I walked up to Tea Den anyhow. I munched on some fried noodles and duck sauce as soon as they were brought, then ate wonton soup and beef with tea sauce. Tasty and filling. Then I walked back down Eighth Avenue to 43rd Street to get my free ice cream cone at Ben and Jerry's. The line was very short, probably because of the rain. I was pleased that one of the flavors available was oatmeal cookie crunch.

I walked, with my ice cream, in the rain to 42nd and Broadway, and got the IRT up to 72nd, for a stop at Fairway for produce, butter, and (since I was there, and so was it) brie. Thence home, to cattitude, tea, and Scrabble.

The glorious apple has finished blooming, but some new cherries have just blossomed, the lawns are full of dandelions, and the willows are putting out catkins.

Comments

[papersky.livejournal.com]

There are other kinds of ounces?

I mean, I vaguely recall reading about Troy ounces, which gold is measured in, but I thought an ounce was an ounce.

Do you have special Republican ounces?

Next time I'm in Britain, I'll buy a measuring cylinder for you, so you can measure weight by volume the sensible way.

I do have some American measuring cups, but I'm too old to start figuring them out, they're so unintuitive for me.

An ounce of sugar is a flat tablespoon, an ounce of flour is a heaped tablespoon, an ounce of butter is 50 grammes (2 ounces of butter is about 1cm down on a half-pound block...) and there are sixteen ounces in a pound, and two and a quarter pounds in a kilo.

I always get 12, but they don't do me for breakfast either, they're carbohydrates, which is all very well later in the day but for breakfast I want protein. Zorinth, however, will eat them cheerfully on his way out to school.

[redbird]

I wasn't sure if there were other kinds of ounces for volume; I know the UK uses bigger pints than the US does. But yes, there are 16 ounces in a pound, and two and a quarter pounds in a kilo (or, from the other side, 454 gm to the pound). And we get our butter in quarter-pound sticks, so two ounces is half a stick, very easy. And while I'm about it, what size eggs do you use?

I can't seem to get more than nine cakelings out of the recipe, is the thing.

[papersky.livejournal.com]

It makes 12 for me, but they're pretty small cakes. Your patty tins might be larger?

As for eggs, here, I use whatever free range I can get and be grateful for it, in Britain I used to buy large eggs.

It's funny actually, I buy large eggs, when I can, because that way when I make chocolate fudge cake I can use three, rather than the irritating three and a half medium eggs it would otherwise need -- only I hardly ever make chocolate fudge cake. It needs to be beaten by hand with a wooden spoon for five minutes, and my arm is ready to drop off by the time it goes in the oven.

I made another set of easter cakelings last night, only with melted bourneville instead of making the icing. Then I had an argument with Zorinth this morning about their inappropriateness as a breakfast food. I consider cakes with apple or raisins in OK for breakfast, but not something with chocolate on top. He thinks I'm inconsistent, a cake is a cake and if I allow some I ought to allow all. I wish he'd have another phase of eating cereal in the morning, it makes life so much easier.

[trinker.livejournal.com]

"melted bourneville" ?