Spur of the Moment

What’s a girl to do when she’s got a spur of the moment weekend trip?

Forget her camera, that’s what!  So, this will be a quick post (on slow hotel internet) of old pictures with new words 😉

The morning started out with this: 

Mimi's looks the same pretty much everywhere 😉 Always tasty!

The Mimi’s shown is actually one I went to while living in Florida (note the rain), but they all look pretty much the same.  For those not blessed enough to have eaten at Mimi’s Café, they do breakfast-lunch-dinner but truly shine in the breakfast category.  Their baked goods are legendary (muffins the size of small children come to mind) and the service is almost-universally excellent.

This morning I had the Two “AA” Large Eggs breakfast, one egg over-hard the other scrambled.  Those hot and tasty eggs came with fruit stolen from MamaDi, a heaping pile of red skin breakfast potatoes (which were passed along to my sister’s fiancé, whose early arrival was the cause of said weekend trip), a glass of orange juice (which was passed along to MamaDi, since I’d just brushed my teeth before its arrival), and a huge buttermilk spice muffin.  The spice muffin was not passed along, although I did share so I only ate about 2/3 of it.  After a little digging I’ve discovered the muffin was about 500 calories with around 10 grams of protein.*  I’ve often said muffins were calorie bombs (come on, I could eat a cupcake instead!), but holy cow!  It’s a good thing I don’t eat breakfast out that often because this wasn’t as filling as the breakfasts I usually eat at home. :/

Anybody have a calorie bomb they indulge in occasionally?  Besides muffins I occasionally indulge in super-fudgy chocolate cake (not any time soon, since I gave up chocolate for Lent).  I try to keep small indulgences in my daily diet so there aren’t a lot of things I truly think of as calorie bombs.

Well, it’s time to hit the mall and look at tuxes—I swear my life has been taken over by this wedding and I’m just a bridesmaid 😉  Here’s hoping your weather’s as nice as ours: 72° and sunny! 

Wish you were here?

*I want to throw out there that I do not count calories, but I do try and stay aware of the contents of my meals: calories, fat, protein, fiber.  Since going mostly meatless, I’ve tried to be very conscious of getting enough protein and healthy fats.

Time for Some Link-Love:

How to Stop Hating Exercise from Health
Study on the Effects of Mercury in Fish on Heart Health
Jenna’s Pizza Rolls Recipe over at Eat, Live, Run


TMI-Time: Going Veggie=Gas? +A Quick Lunch Recap

So today’s post is about to get real.  Maybe a little too real for those of you who are squeamish.  Feel free to skip down to the first picture in the post if you’re not into discussing the effects of food on your digestive system or at least with any levity…Okay, I think we lost the wimps.  Let’s get down to brass tax.

The last time I ate meat (when I talk about meatless, I’m still eating seafood once or twice a week—mostly so I can still eat out with my family of carnivores) was February 7th of this year.  Admittedly that’s not very long ago, but for someone who just a year ago ate meat at least twice a day it’s a radical change.  I’d begun phasing meat out of my diet a few months ago.  I knew going cold turkey wouldn’t work for me; my food choices have been ingrained in my psyche for too many years for that to be a viable option.  I still crave the occasional corndog or steak, but the promise of my HHDs have kept those cravings in check.

I am an admitted girly-girl when it comes to manners.  Years after that dreaded etiquette class, I can still curtsy, dine, and chat with begrudging refinement.  One of the biggest social stigmas for me has always been the passing of gas in public.  Supposedly this happens to everyone, but I have never had any issues with flatulence.  I’ve long held the position that I can wait to pass gas until I can excuse myself to the bathroom.  A little ridiculous?  Maybe.  But it’s just one of those lines I drew a long time ago that I’ve never been willing to cross.

And then came the fiber.

Oh, I had a decent amount of the green stuff in my diet before going mostly meatless (that’s as close as I’ll come to defining my diet—it’s not something I stress over and I could care less about labels).  But anyone who’s gone relatively veggie can tell you that you’re going to be digesting more products that are likely to give you gas (think many varieties of vegetables, beans, dairy, soy, even my beloved whole wheat!).

And I swear that’s not the end of the world.

Occasionally you might have to fart in the presence of others (I nearly fainted with embarrassment the first time this happened, even though the person was my mother), but oddly enough most people will ignore it!  The gas caused by food is often close to odorless.  This means you might be embarrassed, but not uncomfortable. 

By monitoring what you eat and observing how your body reacts (something I’ve been really striving towards) you can pinpoint the foods causing gas and spread them out in your diet or eliminate them altogether.

If all else fails, you can enjoy the childish humor I found on this website: http://www.jokesaboutfarts.com/.  Yeah.  It’s real.



Delish! One hot Chik Patty and a pile of raw broccoli–what else could a girl want?


Midday hunger hit me hard and fast, so a quick fix was in order.  I stuck a Morningstar Farms Italian Herb Chik Patty in the oven (I always use a pizza pan to cook patties/nuggets because it helps to give you a better crunch) and started chopping up some broccoli.

Yes, that is a TON of broccoli.  It’s always been one of my favorite foods and I prefer it raw with a little dressing for dipping.  Today’s dip of choice was Kraft Light Asian Toasted Sesame Dressing.  Despite a slightly scary list of ingredients it’s got such great flavor and I haven’t been able to recreate the tangy taste on my own.  Sometimes a little corn syrup is worth it.


Toppings and Dippers of the Day


I topped my Chik Patty with some cold leftover Classico Tomato and Basil sauce from Sunday night’s pizza.  Something about the cool sauce and the hot, crunchy patty is really satisfying.  Mixing up temperatures and textures is a great way to add variety to any meal without overdoing it.

Twenty minutes post-Patty I was still feeling hungry so I snagged a banana and headed out to the porch. 

In honor of his 80th birthday today, William Shatner's old-man hand dropped by!

I cozied up in a blanket and read a few chapters of Pastime by Robert B. Parker.  My dad owns all of the Spenser novels and I’ve been slowly working my way through the series.  Anyone else a mystery fan?  I never read them until the last year or two, but I’ve gotten wrapped up in a few good series recently.

Now it’s time for a little amateur at-home Namaste Yoga from the DVR.  Wish me luck!

Time for some link-love:

10 Healthy Vegan Snacks over at FitSugar: http://preview.tinyurl.com/4owu3dz
Running Milestones this Week over at Runner’s World: http://preview.tinyurl.com/4qjks3o
12 Ways to Eat More Color with Tina from Carrots ‘n’ Cake: http://preview.tinyurl.com/tinapost

First Post–Welcome to Baker on the Run!

I’m Kelli, a 21-year-old student living in Arizona who’s rising to meet life’s challenges one meal and mile at a time.  To learn more about me and what I’ll be blogging about, check out the About Me page by clicking on the link in the sidebar or the link here: https://bakerontherun.wordpress.com/about/.

A hearty and hardy welcome to Baker on the Run!  So who and what is Baker on the Run?

The What (noun) [bey-ker awn unstressed before a consonant thuh ruhn]:

a person learning to balance healthy eating, active living, and a hectic schedule.  They are often harried, but rarely unhappy.

The Who (proper noun) [kell-ee]

a young women known for her off-kilter cookery (baking is science for hungry people), attempts at athleticism (varsity golf totally counts as a sport), and ability to cram too many activities into an unreasonably small period of time (i.e. penchant for running around like a chicken with her head cut off because she’s wildly overextended herself)


a self-professed nerd (lover of both science and classic fictions) and displaced Boise State football fan/Idahoan (yes, Idahoan is actually a word, I was shocked as well) living in Arizona with a lust for life and no idea where the blasted thing is headed.

Go Big Blue! Told you I was a Boise State fan 😉

Who am I?  Just a kid trying to get it right.  I take things day by day.  Stay tuned.