Adventure to Calzone Land

Pizza is one of those dinners that I enjoy immensely, especially if it's homemade. Yeasty dough, fresh sautéed veg, more pizza sauce than strictly necessary and real cheese. I've made a lot of pizza in my life, but for the first time ever the dough made a fold and my first calzone was born.

The adventure starts with the dough. When I worked for a test kitchen, my favourite recipe tester created an easy and quick pizza dough recipe. 

Pizza Dough

(Sourced from the Blue Flame Kitchen)

1 1/2 cups (375 mL) warm water (104ºF/40ºC) 
1 tbsp (15 mL) sugar
1 pkg (8 g) active dry yeast 
3 tbsp (40 mL) olive oil 
3 cups (750 mL) flour 
1 tsp (5 mL) salt 
Cornmeal 
Olive oil

How to knead. In triple speed.

How to knead. In triple speed.

Combine warm water and sugar, stirring to dissolve. Sprinkle yeast on top. Let stand until foamy, about 5 minutes. Drizzle in 3 tbsp (40 mL) oil.
Place flour and salt in a food processor fitted with a dough blade; process to combine. With machine running, pour yeast mixture through feed tube of food processor. Process just until dough comes together and forms a ball, about 1 minute.

Turn dough out onto a floured surface. Knead until dough is smooth and elastic, about 1 – 2 minutes. Shape dough into a ball. Transfer dough to an oiled bowl; turn dough to coat with oil. Cover with a plastic wrap. Let rise in a warm draft-free place for 30 minutes. (Aside: I usually pre-heat my oven before I start the dough. That way the top of the stove is warm by the time the dough needs to rise.)

Preheat oven to 425ºF (220ºC). Grease a rimmed baking sheet or pizza pan and sprinkle with cornmeal. On a lightly floured surface, flatten dough and roll out to fit prepared pan. Pat dough into prepared pan and press dough up around edges to form a rim. Brush dough with oil and prick all over with a fork.

Bake, uncovered, for 15 – 20 minutes or until golden brown. May be frozen. Makes 1 crust.

While the dough definitely makes the homemade calzone mouth wateringly amazing, the filling is just as important. I have two picture sets above. One of Veggie Pepperoni (my first calzone) and the other of Spinach, Goat Cheese and Chili Pulled Beef (respectively, my second).

Veggie Pepperoni Calzone Filling

1 TBSP olive oil
1/2 white onion, chopped
6 - 8 large white mushrooms, sliced
1 tsp coarsely ground pepper
1 large zucchini, sliced into 1 cm rounds, halved
1 can artichoke hearts, drained and halved
200g deli pepperoni
Old Cheddar, grated
Pizza sauce

  1. Heat oil over medium heat in a large frying pan. Add onions. Sauté till translucent. About 10 minutes. 
  2. Add sliced mushrooms. Add pepper. Cook until mushrooms start to reduce in size.
  3. Add zucchini. Stir together. Cook till zucchini is starting to turn translucent and mushrooms start to brown. Remove pan from heat.
  4. Spread pizza sauce on one side of prepared pizza dough. 
  5. Layer pepperoni, mushroom and zucchini mixture, artichokes and cheese on top of sauce.
  6. Fold over non-pizza saucey side on top of toppings, rolling the dough edges together slightly. Cut slits in the top. Bake according to dough instructions. 

Spinach, Goat Cheese and Chili Pulled Beef Calzone Filling

1 TBSP olive oil 
1/2 red onion, cut into rings, halved and broken up
1 bunch spinach, washed and dried
1 lb chili pulled beef (recipe below)
130g goat cheese, crumbled
Pizza Sauce

  1. Heat oil over medium heat in a large frying pan. Add onions. Sauté till they start becoming limp. About 10 minutes.
  2. Add spinach. Stir. Let leaves cook until limp. Remove pan from heat. 
  3. Spread pizza sauce on one side of prepared pizza dough. 
  4. Layer spinach mixture, pulled beef and goat cheese on top of sauce.
  5. Fold over non-pizza saucey side on top of toppings, rolling the dough edges together slightly. Cut slits in the top. Bake according to dough instructions. 

Chili Pulled Beef

Pre-heat oven to 325F. 
In a oven-safe pot or dutch oven, heat 1 TBSP oil. Sear 1 lb chuck beef roast on all sides. Add 4 TBSP of chili powder (two to each side of roast) and 4 tsp cumin (two to each side of roast) to roast. Fry in oil till meat is golden.  Add one can of beer (I did an IPA) to the dutch oven, pouring it over the meat. Bake, with lid on, for 2 hours, flipping over meat every 30 minutes, or until liquid is reduced to about a 1/4 cup (eyeball it!).
To pull beef apart, take two forks and pull meat apart by criss-crossing the fork tines and then pulling them away from each other. 

Now that I have adventured into the land of the Calzone a may only infrequently return to pizza-ville.

Hope you can recreate!

-Andrea 

The Half-Assed Hobbyist

One down, 54 to go: A Brownie Challenge

I bake habitually. 

Whether it's because I'm bored or stressed or both, I love to bake. I am not, however, incredibly good at baking. To this day I cannot make baking powder biscuits to save my life. They come out as hard little hockey pucks, still delicious but very much Not a risen flaky baking powder biscuit. (It's ok though, I usually give up on biscuits and make poor-man's cinnamon buns instead.)

I remember my very first baking disaster very clearly. I was 13, my parents had just divorced and my mother had moved into this super old condo with yellowed crunchy carpet and white plaster scenes of mountains and boats and other worldly-type-things all over the walls. I had got a book of brownie recipes for the previous Christmas and I wanted to try out a fancy brownie recipe. So, I made a list of the ingredients for Mom to get at the store and waited for her to get back. When she did I collected all the ingredients and got cracking! 

Biscuit dough! You will obey me!

Biscuit dough! You will obey me!

I knew something had gone horribly wrong very early in my attempt. Usually, thought my child brain, when something goes into the oven to bake it does not look like watered down soup. I read and reread the recipe but I had done everything right, mixed everything properly, I had no idea what had gone wrong. I even, desperately, added flour to the slawsh to see if I could thicken it. 

 

The Book.

The Book.

Now, keeping in mind that no one else baked in my house, not even my mother, it made total sense that something like this was bound to happen. It was just unfortunate that it had to be on my very first attempt to bake anything fancy. The recipe I was trying to make called for condensed milk. As I learned years later, condensed milk is Not the same as evaporated milk. Also note, one can of evaporated milk is typically much larger than one can of condensed milk. So you can bet on which can of milk my mother brought home for me to use in my fancy brownies. I didn't find out there was a difference between the two till many years later when I worked for a test kitchen, so I didn't blame my mom for not knowing the difference. I was just glad that, years later, I realized I wasn't as inept at baking as I thought I had been at 13. 

This whole adventure down memory lane has a purpose! I swear. You see, I found that brownie book (or rather, I had never lost it, I was just afraid of it), and the plan is to make every single recipe out of it. Starting with one that really has evaporated milk in it. 

Easy Peanut Butter Delights 

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I do have some additional notes for this recipe. For example, when candying the sugar, margarine and milk together, it takes about 1 1/2 minutes of boiling to bring it to a stage where it's sticky enough to keep all the ingredients together. Also, prep the dry ingredients first, before candying the sugar, so that as soon as the candy syrup is done, you can pour it into the peanut butter/oat/marshmallow mix, stir and press the brownie goop into the prepared pan. It happens all fast, so it's good to be ready. 

The result was a little goopy at first, but after I refrigerated them for a day they were good to go. Peanut buttery marshmallow bars. Much more successful than my previous attempt to make something out of this book. Only took me 12 years to regain my courage! ....Hmmmmm.

-Andrea

The Half-Assed Hobbyist

The Orchid

I have always thought that orchids were hard to care for and hard to grow. Turns out that is kinda incorrect. While the answer to "can anyone make an orchid grow" is probably no, I have found that an orchid is generally like most other house plants. It needs to be repotted when it's root system gets cramped and it likes to be in a well drained pot, much like other plants. 

When I got my orchid, it was a very sad little plant. It's roots were bound and rotting from being over-watered in too small a pot. It's leaves were yellowing and shrivelling. Needless to say it's grown 3 new leaves since it's been with me and three new roots are poking out too.

After I got it, I went online and did some research on how to help it survive. There are tons and tons of forums to read through for information. The best information I got was to repot. Different orchids have different substrates, or soil, that they prefer, and I had no idea what kind mine was (still don't if I'm honest). So first battle, figure out what to buy. I went to Holes Greenhouses up near St Albert. I've been there before and they have a huge Orchid section (which made it easy to look for a similar orchid plant). I bought a bark substrate kit that included moss and instructions on how to repot an orchid and an orchid pot (regular pot with a ton more drainage holes). I also bought some fertilizer (if I've learned anything from my planting experiences, fertilizer helps).

Fooood!

Fooood!

Now, orchids have a very weird root system. Most house plants' roots are exposed in the earth; tiny white hair-like threads. Orchids roots are surrounded by vegetation, much like a tree root is still surrounded by some kind of bark. Because I am constantly half-assing this gardening thing, I looked up videos on how the repot an orchid. There are literally a million of these videos and all of them essentially say the same thing: Pull off the moss, release the roots, fill the pot with soaked substrate, and place your orchid back topped with damp moss. Easy. 

So I opened up the plastic pot that the orchid was in. Let me tell you, once you smell putrid rotting plant guts you will never be the same person again. Urg. The moss that the orchid has been previously planted in had compressed and rotted into a clump of glorpy mess. Luckily I was doing this repotting outside. With my hands (joy of joys), I separated the moss mess from the ruins of the root system. A lot of the vegetation shell of the roots had rotted away in the moss BUT the hair-like root centres remained intact. I had already got out and soaked my bark substrate from my orchid repotting kit. Mixing it with some regular potting soil, I put some on the bottom of the new, bigger orchid pot. Then all that was left was to plunk down the roots, cover them with more bark/soil substrate and top it off with some damp moss. Done. I fertilized it every two weeks on it's weekly water cycle during the summer. It seemed to enjoy not being rotted to death. 

It still going too! After the repotting, it lost two of it's oldest leaves (which I was worried about until I saw the new roots and leaf growing). After that, it kept growing and growing! I haven't seen any sign of it growing flower stems any time soon but that's fine with me. It will eventually!

Gardening experience. Check!

-Andrea

The Half-Assed Hobbyist

Washington-ing!! Part Two

After a very very intense first day, the BF and I decided to take it a bit slower the second day out. We slept in a bit and woke to a rather grey day. Not ideal for wandering around monuments so we made a plan: see the White House, wave like the President is an 87 year old British monarch, and then take refuge in a free museum. 

First things first, find the White House. This was, surprisingly, a little more difficult than we expected. This was because of how the White House is surround by trees and fences and men in big black coats wearing big black guns. We walked passed it once without even knowing it and found the National Treasury. By the time we found the back of the White House -where I stealthily stuck my phone between the fence for a picture- it had started to rain. We took cover in a coffee shop and people watched through the windows. When the raining stopped (kind of) we followed a group of tourist down a very unlikely sidewalk. It was then that we came upon the White House's front door. Also, a ton more fences. And trees. And secret police with handguns.

White House! Seriously far away.

White House! Seriously far away.

We had acomplished our first task, waved, and hit the pavement back to the Mall to find a museum. The first one we came upon was the American History Museum, so in we went. As per the norm, there were tour buses upon tour buses of children ahead of us. There didn't seem to be anyone coordinating these hundreds of kids, which was weird. It was a bit like being in a zoo, where the exhibits were safe behind the glass watching the masses of hormones and immaturity go by. We took refuge in the nearest, emptiest, exhibit about food.  

I did my degree in Nutrition and Food Science so I always find articles about food systems and how they developed very interesting (especially since, typically, big industry is vilified when in fact it helped keep a lot of people fed who would have otherwise starved). We walked the timeline of industrializing the food market in the states, rounded the inclusion of ethnic foods from the 1950s, saw the birth of the potato chip. My two favourite parts of the exhibit were the inclusion of the Berkeley Food Pyramid and the Julia Child's Kitchen.

Foodie Bible

Foodie Bible

I love the food pyramid because I know a couple people who actually eat by it. We live in a world, afforded to us by the industrialization of food systems, where we can choose foods that we consider "better" or more "wholesome" than other types. The insatiable gourmand will believe this was how people ate originally and this is what we should harken back too. It's funny because, in fact, we wouldn't have the international availability of any of this "quality" food, had it not been for the huge changes in the food systems of the 1900s (Off topic ranty! Yay!).

Julia Child's kitchen was impressive too. Too big for my liking though. She had a similar approach to cooking that I do. Just do it. Anyone can cook, it just takes a bit of confidence and practice. It was neat to see her TV programs and even cooler to see her old cook books. (That made me sad a little. No one will ever cook from them again.)

After the Food exhibit, we went though the sea travel bits and locomotive parts (neither Matt or I really have too much interest in boats and trains) and we ended up in a room full of steam machines. Humans are impressive creatures when it comes to building large scale things. There was a piston so huge, it was 2 stories away from the actual crank shaft it would have been attached too. Insane. Getting hungry and over run by children that kept calling me "M'am", we headed out to find a Victorian restaurant called the Old Ebbitt Grill. Or rather it was kind of Victorian. 

The Ebbitt Grill had a mussels menu that was very Very not Victorian. For obvious, voluptuous, reasons. I couldn't resist taking a picture. The waiter looked at me weird. 

The restaurant itself, while definitely renovated sometime in the 1980s, was decidedly vintage. Real gas burning lamps hung from the ceiling and stood next to each table; the walls were panelled with dark stained wood and painted with murals of "old-time scenes"; The booths were upholstered in velvet. The food was supposedly "American", however, with how much schnitzel was involved I would say more "European, but we'll pretend". I had a guinness beef stew, which was pretty tasty. After a trip to the washroom, down more white marble stairs, we headed back out to the Mall and back into the Museum of American History for one last look at a couple exhibits. 

Victorian?

Victorian?

There comes a point in every museum filled vacation when the thought of one more will break anyone's sanity into teeny tiny over-saturated brain bits. Matt and I, when we entered the Natural History Museum, had a plan of action. Get in, find the washrooms, find the hope diamond, and get out. (Bathroom's nasty, diamond very shiny, way out indicated weirdly.)

After successfully executing our plan, we met up with Matt's sister and headed to Dupont Circle again for a gander at all the neat shops and coffee places and, of course, dinner.

The next day we planned to visit Georgetown and the of-so-talked-about M street. In Edmonton we have a similar street, way smaller of course, but M street reminded my strongly of our own University-proximal street filled with adorable, expensive, shops. We went into Godiva's, Dean and DeLuce's, and ate at a pizzeria that made amazing fire baked pizza. Basically a foodies dream. I also went into the Anthropologie store, my very secret vice. It was three stories. What. 

We cut up a street to get out of the shoppers flow and headed to Georgetown University campus. Which is a castle. It would be like going to Hogwarts but getting a Biology degree. With a minor in Genetics. We walked the campus, watched a soccer team practice, and promptly walked back out to the streets beyond to find some coffee.

It was around 3pm and the BF and I were done with walking. So we walked back to Washington University and took the Metro pseudo-home. We had finally been defeated by touristing. We even ate leftovers for dinner! Truly horrible tourist behaviour. 

Oops. Accidental Trespassing.

Oops. Accidental Trespassing.

That evening we decided to go out for an walk to the National Cathedral with Manon. Keeping in mind that back home it had already snowed 5 cms, time had turned back to fall. 

We explored the insanely huge exterior of the church, saw the spires that had fallen off the building two years ago, and we attempted to find Darth Vader's gargoyle. We even adventured through a super dark, and thus creepy, park that the grounds keeper had forgot to lock up. Having survived the creepy park, our reward was frozen yogurt and bed. 

Our last day was upon us. The plan was to take transit to the airport so we had the morning to run around in a last attempt to be tourists again. 

We headed to a diner by Manon's apartment for breakfast. Fancy coffees and a sandwich covered and filled with cheese later, we went for a last walk through the very rich area around Pennsylvania Avenue. 3 and 5 million dollar houses with brick walls and shuttered windows. It was like walking through an old town movie set. And then it turned even more into a movie set. Coming up a hill, peering into a cul-de-sac, was a giant brick house covered in toilet paper. Also the giant tree in the centre courtyard-thing. I actually only thought that happened in movies. Just wow. Our walk coming to an end, we headed back to pick up our bags from our pseudo-home. 

Getting to the airport was rather painless. What really got me was the security at the airport. I have never travelled out of the States before so this was my first experience with the TSA. Giant radiation machines really aren't healthy.... To be fair though, the machine caught my Fitbit which was attached to my bra. I have never taken off before because the Canadian metal detectors don't see it. 

We had arrived early for our flight so I wandered around looking at all the tourist junk. Obama-bobbleheads!! 

The flight to Chicago was ok. We had a two hour layover so we had to find something to eat. There was a sushi place near where we had come into the terminal that had decent looking plates. Little did we know how mind-bogglingly good that sushi would be. And in an airport! Seriously. We people watched the rest of the time till boarding. 

Bobblehead!

Bobblehead!

Now, before this trip, I had never flown an American airline. Initially, I was surprised by the classism. Then I was surprised by the massiveness of the fleets and the planes themselves. This trip home, however, I was surprised by the ridiculousness of error. After everyone was seated, 15 minutes went by where nothing happened. 15 minutes in itself is not a long time, but psychologically, apparently, some passengers of the flight couldn't take it. Specifically one over large, over vocal mid-aged women sitting two rows in front of me, who needed to get up and huff at the airline attendants when they clearly had no ability to help the problem along.

It wasn't till 30 minutes past our time of departure, with no announcement, that I started to wonder what was happening. They had asked a family to deplane and now they were rattling around in the cargo hold. At a 40 minutes past departure time, one of the attendants announced that the plane was over weight because the ground crew had over filled the necessary fuel for the trip. What? The family that got off the plane had been on stand-by so to save weight they were asked to get off. Also, the rustling from the cargo hold was bags and mail meant for Edmonton, but not belonging to anyone on board, being off-loaded. What? I had never had this experience ever. I didn't even know you could over fill a plane. So 45 minutes go by (by this time the horrible standing women was yelling "Come On Guys" to no particular person. I assume she was attempting to foster support from the embarrassed passengers around her in order to get something for free). The attendant appeared and went over to the intercom, rather incredulous of her luck, and announced that now the cockpit and front kitchen area were flooding with some unknown liquid. I had heard that ridiculous things happened on United but I didn't think I would be in for the full show. Anyways. They got a maintenance guy to drain whatever the liquid was and then seatbelt signs went on away we went! Haha. 

Hello Winter!

Hello Winter!

The flight itself was very nice. We got to see the vastness of Chicago light up at night. Also, sure enough, when the first drink service arrived the horrible women demanded a complementary alcoholic drink, to which the attendant rightfully said no. Other than the no smoking light going off briefly, there were no more hiccups or floods or rants. We were en route home.

When we got back a white winter Wonderland was awaiting us. For all the majesty of Washington, I missed little concrete built Edmonton Alberta. 

Yay! Home!

-Andrea 

The Half-Assed Hobbyist

Washington-ing! Part One

I don't often travel anymore. With school expenses needing paying and being between good paying work, the last vacation I went on was Mexico with the BFs family. But Matt's sister is working for the Smithsonian in Washington D.C. till mid-Decemeber, so, of course, we decided to invite ourselves over for a visit. 

Now, since I am currently very broke, we booked our flight to D.C. with airmiles. I've been collecting them since I was 18 and have never used any of them, so we paid for one whole ticket with them. Score. The weird thing though, the states airlines operate using a hub system. Whether it is actually more effecient, I don't know, but we had a choice of going through Chicago to D.C. or literally taking a tour of all the western costal airports in the entire United States until we ended up at eastern Baltimore International. Needless to say, we chose the shortest stop through Chicago. 

It was the first time I had ever flown with an American airline (well since I was a newborn), and it was an interesting experience. First off, classism still exists (which is weird). I guess I'm so used to Westjet where there is only one class, Everyone. Also, on the United plane, the safety pamphlets are all so verbose in legalese that I had the sneaking suspicion that they get sued everyday. While I was checking out the weird legal spill, we sat on the tarmac for a half hour because someone hadn't made it through customs and had to have their bags taken off the plane. By bags, this person had 10 full sized Rubbermaid containers and a 5 foot tall plywood box marked fragile.... And the rest of the passengers wondered what the hell was in all those containers. (They never told us. It's a mystery!) Up in the air, the ride was smooth and very uneventful. Except Matt sat next to The Dopple-Dean's doppleganger. 

Landing in Chicago was incredible. It's one of the biggest international airports in the world and it looks it. I have never seen so many planes in my life. Little prop planes to huge double-decker airbuses. It was insane! (And totally made me feel like a little Alberta hick.) We had an hour and a half of layover and then it was back onto the strange classist phenomena that is American air travel, and off to the Baltimore International airport and Washington. It was around 10:30pm when we got into Baltimore and we had no idea how to get to Washington. So we took a cab. A $100 cab ride. To be fair though, the cab driver was super nice and talked to us about the area. Fun fact, there were no lights on the highway. Seriously. It was like being on a gravel road in the boonies back home, only it was an 8 lane mega highway, with no street lights. We made it to Matt's sister's apartment in one piece. Yay!

We Made It!

We Made It!

The next morning we finally got a glimpse of the wonderfully old city of Washington D.C.. In Manon's backyard is an old stone Church and up the street in the National Zoo. I had never seen a real life panda before so we took a tour through the zoo (which is free, whaaaaaat?) before heading to the Smithsonian and the National Mall. We took the metro, which was very efficient, except for the automated machines not wanting to take our Canadian credit cards. 

Just in case of emergency....

Just in case of emergency....

When we got to the Mall, we took a trip to see the underground closet where Manon works in Provenance research. It was particularly easy to find our way out to the Air and Space Museum due to the million exit signs on Every Wall. Just in case.... of really bad short term memory? The entire basement was like this. I guess if the electricity went out in an emergency it wouldn't look so foolish. But in the light, it's pretty hilarious. 

Finally into our first museum, we got out bags searched, weird, and walked into the museum for free, also weird. Immediately, Matt nerd-gasmed all over the planes and space capsules and the telescopes and the spy satellites. It was nerd love at first sight. I was amazed to see the actual capsules that had been to the moon and the lunar landers and german rockets and Russian nukes that had actually been made to be used, not just be displayed. It was very impressive how humans have take to the sky.

After 2 hours, we both got hungry and ventured out, off the Mall, to find some food. On the way we saw the most Canadian flags ever on the Canadian Embassy (maybe Canadian sarcasm at the amount of flags in the States?), and we also saw the Archives building (which later inspired us to watch National Treasure, hah).

We found an all-American restaurant, including all things fried and covered in lots of cheese. Good service though! We sat outside on the patio, in November, with the flowers still in bloom. No wonder Canada has such a stigma of being cold. We close our patios in the end of September, October if we're lucky....

After lunch we headed back to the Air and Space Museum to finish up with the Wright Brothers exhibit and the old 1950s luxury air travel exhibit. The lunches back then looked delicious. Jealous.

Mmmm, airplane food. 

Mmmm, airplane food. 

After touching a moon rock (ahhhhhh!!!), we headed out onto the Mall to start our trek up to the Capital building. At this point we had both done 10000 steps (we both have pedometers) and my feet were starting to hurt. We walked all the way up the Mall to the Capital building, which was very cordoned off with iron fences and men with machine guns. Since you can walk into our parliament in Ottawa, a little on the Ultra side for security. We walked passed a line of black suburbans to the Federal Courthouse and the Library of Congress. There were news people just camped out in front of the courthouse, cameras on stands waiting for anything to happen. And as for the library, out of all the ostentatious buildings we saw, that was the most ridiculous. Fountains and domes and stairs and stairs and stairs. 

By this time it was getting late, and my feet hurt, so we had a break in the National Conservatory gardens. Promising to meet Matt's sister to tour the National monuments, we got up and walked back down towards the Washington Memorial, covered in it's lovely scaffolding. 

Dusk on the Mall

Dusk on the Mall

From here we walked through the cherry trees to the Jefferson Memorial. Something very strange was happening there. Specifically, it was packed with school children. Tour buses upon tour buses of children. At 6pm. In the pitch blackness. 

From the Jefferson Memorial we walked through the Roosevelt park, and then to the Martin Luther King Memorial and the Vietnam Memorial, all the while being followed by hundreds and hundreds of children. Our last stop was to see the big man in the chair, Mr. Lincoln. 

I'll give Washington brownie points for being the most monument filled place I have ever been. 

At this point we had done 30000 steps and Whin-ea had been replaced with Hungr-ea, so it was time to find some food. Walking back up to the Washington Monument from the Lincoln side, we had planned to see the White House after dinner, but after a whole day of walking we got in a cab and went off to Dupont Circle for a well deserved dinner break instead. 

When we finally got home, we had walked 36.7 kms. I later found out the reason my feet hurt so much was because I had dislocated my big toe on my left foot. Half-assed walking for the win!

Day two and three to come!

-Andrea

The Half-Assed Hobbyist