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indiana jones

This post really has nothing to do about Indiana Jones, except that I’m going to talk about dates, and dates were in the first Indiana Jones movie, where the monkey eats the poisoned dates and dies and then Sallah grabs the toxic date right before Indiana Jones is about to eat it and saves him.  You’re following me, right?  Okay then.

Anyhow, I bought dates at the grocery store yesterday, pitted ones, because they were on sale and I thought they would be delicious.  I was wrong.  Bleh.  I couldn’t eat something else fast enough to get that taste out of my mouth!  Which left me with an opened entire bag -1 of dates.  What to do, what to do.

Solution: make chocolate peanut butter fudge “babies”.  My recipe was a little bit different, in that I combined the peanut butter babies and chocolate fudge babies.  The recipe:

  • 1/2 c. dates
  • 1/4 c. peanut butter
  • 3-4 T cocoa
  • 2 splashes vanilla

Whir whir whir in the food processor.  Then whir some more.  Roll into balls.

The result, with powdered sugar:

These are a much better use of dates!  They’re thick and fudgy, sweet, dense, and peanut buttery.  I’m excited for Dave to try them!

I also saw this recipe today, for peanut butter yogurt dip.  Do I want to make that and eat it with a spoon?  Yes, I do.  I think I’ll find some way to “need” this dip next week for some holiday party… or watching a movie with Dave.

Today I did mile repeats at the gym as follows.  This insured my “sweatiest girl at the gym” title AND kept me from getting treadmill-bored.

mile 1: 8:02
.25 mile walk
mile 2: 7:10
.25 mile walk
mile 3: 7:15
.25 mile walk
mile 4: 7:50
.25 mile walk
mile 5: 9:30 @ 5.0 incline

Going shopping tonight for a new outfit to wear for Dave and I’s upcoming 1 year anniversary dinner!  Right now I’ve got dress pants or 2 sundresses… neither seem very appropriate.


2 thoughts on “indiana jones

  1. don't give up on dates! you probably just got gross ones. i have an expensive date habit ever since living on the kibbutz with hundreds of date trees (and donkeys guarding them). if you get good ones, it's like eating magic.

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