Meatless Monday: World's Easiest Black Bean Burgers

As I've gotten further and further into eating less meat, one of the go-to dinners in our house has been lettuce-wrapped black bean burgers with all the fixings. I've realized I much prefer a black bean burger over a veggie burger - I don't need corn in my burger. No, thanks.

I always think the measure of a good meal is how much Jordan likes it/asks for it, and he gobbles this up every single time it's placed in front of him. #winning

Of course, you could just as easily serve this with a bun, but if you choose to go the lettuce route, you'll end up with a sugar-free, dairy-free, and nearly grain-free meal that is still filling (because black beans are so high in protein) and super delicious. 

Yields: 2 burgers, but can easily doubled for 4. 

Ingredients: 

Olive oil
1 15 oz can of seasoned black beans
1/4 cup of Panko bread crumbs (or homemade bread crumbs)
1/2 T salt
3/4 T pepper
3/4 t chili powder
1 T your favorite hot sauce
1 egg (optional)
Your cheese of choice (optional)

Tools:
Strainer
Pastry cutter (or fork if you don't have one) 
Cast iron skillet (or any other pan) 

1. Pour black beans into a strainer to drain but NOT to rinse. Move your strainer around in a quick, circular motion to get rid of as much liquid as possible. Once they're drained, return them to a medium-sized bowl.

2. With your pastry cutter or fork, mash the beans until they are between halfway and three quarters of the way mashed. You still want to see some whole beans when you're finished. 

Not the most appetizing, I know - stay with me. 

Not the most appetizing, I know - stay with me. 

3. Add your Panko bread crumbs and seasonings and combine using a silicone spatula. This is a recipe that you can edit to your particular taste, since black beans serve as such a blank canvas. So if you're a hot sauce person, add extra hot sauce! Totally customizable. 

Note: If you'd like to add an egg, this is the time to do it. Eggs serve as a binder in this recipe and keep the burgers moist. I've found that the egg usually makes things a little too moist, but it's a personal preference! 

4. Form a patty using 1/2 the burger mixture in the bowl. In your cast iron skillet, add enough olive oil to lightly coat the bottom of the pan. Cook your burger over medium heat until it starts to really sizzle, or for about 4 minutes.

5. Using tongs, turn your burger over in the pan. You may have to re-shape the patty just a bit after the turning process. If you'd like to add cheese, do it! I like to melt the cheese by placing another skillet on top of the one I'm already working with, because melted cheese = the best cheese. 

And that, my friends, is IT! Now it's time to serve it up however you choose. We usually eat it wrapped in lettuce with condiments on the side. Usually, we have baked French fries sprinkled with sea salt, but those didn't make this post. 

What do you think? Healthy and husband-approved. Give it a shot! 

5 Ways I Know I'm Not 20 Anymore

Getting old is tough, kiddies. There are definitely some perks to being 27 rather than 22, but there are also some downsides.

Let's explore.

1. I wait excitedly for Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy to come on. 

As I've previously mentioned, Jordan and I don't have cable - we use Apple TV/Hulu/Netflix. But we did buy some rabbit ears to get basic cable, so now we can watch all the old people game shows that come on right after the 5 o'clock news. This has now become part of my evening ritual. 

You guys, Alex Trebek is SO MEAN to these people. Seriously, if you haven't watched Jeopardy in a while, I implore you to do so if only to watch Trebek passive aggressively ROAST these folks. It really is something special. Here's an excerpt from a recent episode when he really wouldn't give this poor soul Irene a break: 

After the Jeopardy! round:

Alex: And Irene trailing both of you…by a hefty margin.

Before Double Jeopardy!:

Alex: Despite those scores, it’s not out of reach for Irene.

Before Final Jeopardy!

Alex: Irene – this wasn’t your day, but we’ll start with you.

Damn, Trebek. 

2. When plans get canceled, I am elated. 

Now, don't get me wrong - sometimes I really want to see people and do things. And nobody likes being flaked on - that's not what I'm talking about. I am referring to those times when plans have been tentatively made for a particular day, and on that day, you wake up unsure of what's going to happen. Then you get THE TEXT: "Hey! ________ came up for me - can we do it another night?" 

Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to my sweatpants and the couch. 

Because that's what's happening when plans get broken. And I love every second of it. When I was 20, I would've been super disappointed and/or angry that I was probably going to miss out on some hilarious great time. These days? Pass the Cape Cod Kettle Chips. Thanks.

3. The sun hates me. 

Oh, ancestors. Couldn't you have been ANYTHING but super, super white?? 

I vividly remember the moment when I saw the first lines on my face. I was doing Teach For America at the time. One of the things you have to perfect as a teacher is a non-verbal warning to a misbehaving student while not missing a step in the lesson you're teaching. Something like this: 

TFA pays for Botox, right? 

TFA pays for Botox, right? 

Anyway, I'd just gotten back into my car at the end of the day, and I pulled down my visor to check my lipstick in the mirror (I was going somewhere right after to meet some folks for a drink). My car was flooded with natural light, which, as you ladies know, leaves NO flaw unturned. 

It was like three tiny rivers had been running across my forehead for years and left the fossils on my face. TERRIBLE.

When I was 20, I fell asleep with my makeup on. Now, I exfoliate, use a retinoid, a moisturizer, a spot corrector (if necessary), Burt's Bees, and do a mask once a week. I will have no more lines than is absolutely necessary.

I used to be able to galavant all over the place and not worry about the sun giving me additional lines/wrinkles. In high school, I went to the TANNING BED. That's right. Tanning bed. Can't even believe that's still legal. 

Now, I am the person who will be tucked away in the shade at the beach, under an umbrella, with SPF 125. Why? Because my ancestors came from ScotIreEngland, Home of the Vampires. We don't do sun. I've accepted it. 

4. Tons of junk food ruins my life.

There were multiple occasions in college - no one really needs to know how many - that I got out of bed at 11 and went to Waffle House with my buddies. My standard order was: a double order of hashbrowns, double covered; egg and cheese sandwich on white; side of grits and a chocolate chip waffle. 

And I ate every bite.

Recently, Jordan and I went to Huntsville for a wedding. We ate McDonald's for breakfast on the way out of town, had Mexican food at Rosie's for lunch, then, after the reception, swung through McDonald's FOR A SECOND TIME to grab some late night. 

I felt like I had eaten bricks. And I felt like that for a week. 

The first night I met Jordan was at Birmingham-Southern's homecoming event. We met, talked for about 5 hours, and then I convinced him to go with me to grab everyone some late night food. We drove through Wendy's, where I ordered a sack of 7 or 8 Junior Bacon Cheeseburgers. When we got back to the fraternity house, only 6 were eaten. That left two. 

I ate both.

All this to say, I've prided myself for many years on having something of an iron stomach. My brother is blessed with the same condition. But now? Now, I'm old. I'm washed up. I can't anymore. It's hard, but for the most part, I've had to break up with eating constant junk. 

For anyone who is still 20 and can do this without consequence or weight gain:  

5. Relationship games are a thing of the past.

Oh, relationship games. How much I loved you. How fun you were. 

You guys know what I'm talking about. The, "Will he text me back?" "Do you think he'll ask me out?" "I'm not going to respond for another thirty minutes so he doesn't think I'm too available." "Will you ask his friend to ask him if he's seeing anyone?" 

Yeah. 

I like to think Jordan and I are still keeping the mystery alive. There are definitely certain things that are still private - for example, we are not the couple that continues a conversation while one of us is using the bathroom by leaving the door open - BUT. There are lots of comforting things about being married that don't have anything to do with leaving the bathroom door open.

Here is a random sample of the riveting text exchanges that have happened in the last few weeks, which I think are as far away from "games" or even "interesting" as two people can get:

Riveting, right? 

Or this: 

Or, how about this? 

Or how about this charming information? 

Actually can't believe I posted this one, but there ya go. 

Actually can't believe I posted this one, but there ya go. 

Listen - marriage is the best. It is really, really nice to be done with the early 20's portion of my life, when I spent a lot of time wondering who I'd end up with, and instead, actually spend time BEING with that person. Jord is my teammate and I love every second of it (except the occasional day where we want to kill each other). This high-five-from-a-distance gets done a lot in our relationship: 

And it's just what 20-year-old MC dreamed about. 

Have such a happy weekend, friends! 

DNR - JTI: Facebook Edition

As always, credit where it's due to Mollie Erickson who invented DNR - JTI on her much funnier blog, found here

Dear People Who Use Facebook In Place of Going to the Doctor,
I recently saw a status - a status that inspired this entire post, actually - that read, "Doubled over in pain. Uncontrollable stomach cramping for 5 hours. Any ideas??" I do have an idea: go to the emergency room. There, you will find scores of trained professionals who have attended years of schooling to be able to answer just such a question. Conversely, on Facebook, you will find a lot of people who have the same access to WebMD that you do, in addition to a lot of people who believe themselves to be doctors, but are not. If it's attention you're looking for, just go ahead and post a picture of a puppy or baby orangutan or something like that. People LOVE that stuff. I know I'd certainly enjoy it more. DNR - JTI. And go to the doctor. 

Dear People Who Are Outraged and/or Disgusted About Something,
It seems to me that in most problems can be solved with a couple of deep breaths and some more information. In many cases, if I'm outraged, I find that it's because I don't have all the facts. Whenever I've done more research, or talked to someone more informed than I am, I usually get a lot cooler-headed and am so thankful I didn't do anything rash, like post something on the Internet, about whatever it was. I know, I know, getting more information and just breathing deeply won't work for everyone. But try it. See how it feels. DNR - JTI. 

Dear Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon,
Every single video you post is a delight. Melissa McCarthy doing "Colors of the Wind" was a highlight of my week. It even made my husband laugh out loud. Keep doing you. DNR - JTI. 

Dear People Who Start Their Posts With, "I usually don't post stuff like this...",

DNR - JTI. 
 

Dear Some of My Former Students Who Post Things That Would Make R. Kelly Blush,
Don't you remember the whole lesson I did on how the Internet is forever?? I am about to private message you with the fire of a thousand suns. You're better than that. DNR - JTI. And then quit it.

Dear Social Media,
Thank you, sincerely, for not being around when I myself was a youth. Livejournal contains plenty of emotionally overwrought entries from 14-year-old me, but the idea that I could have (and would have) posted 1,000 selfies of my awkwardly parted hair and general middle school-ness gives me goosies. Bless the hearts of the children who are coming of age in front of a screen. DNR - JTI. 

Dear Every 20 Year Old Girl Posting Pictures of College,
You have no idea how much fun the time you're living in is. Adulthood has its own awesome things, like never having take another final again, getting married, and making money. But after you graduate? You don't get to go to formals once a quarter. No swaps. No fraternity parties in the basement. No getting covered in beer. It's only wedding receptions from here on out, and while those are really fun, it's the only big occasion to dress up anymore. LIVE IT UP, KIDS. DNR - JTI. 

Dear Everyone,
Please forgive me for the thousands of Facebook etiquette laws I have inevitably breached. I'm sure lots of you are so glad that there's an "Unfollow" button, though those people probably won't even be reading this post, because, you know...they unfollowed. I am a lot. It's true. I bet you could do a whole DNR - JTI just for me. You guys are great. DNR - JTI. 

Puppy Palooza

I'm just gonna tell you now, this post comes with a medical warning: 

If you have a heart condition, proceed with caution. 'CAUSE YOUR HEART MIGHT EXPLODE. 

Yesterday, Tom Hanks and I went to visit Meredith and Ollie, the brand new baby 4 month old King Charles Cavalier. Meredith and Ollie live in Charlotte, so we try to get together as often as we can! 

Tom Hanks took Ollie his favorite toys, Kong's (what we call) "Tiny Balls," and hilarity ensued.

These puppies had a big day. 

First, they met:

Then, they went to lunch:  

They shared a water bowl: 

After lunch, it was play time back at Meredith's. 

Tom Hanks watched me play with Ollie in despair (this is taken over the top of TH's head): 

And after we left, it was naptime. Because they just got worn slap out, you guys! 

All around, a delightful visit in every single way. Tom Hanks has never been around a dog as teeny as Ollie, so that took a second of getting used to, but toward the end of the day, Tom Hanks was laying down and letting Ollie climb on his back. 

Next time, I would like to train Ollie to ride Tom Hanks around like a horse. Because that is seriously what their proportions are like right now - a doggie and a horsie. 

...apparently I talk like a baby when I'm looking at puppy pictures. I CAN'T HELP IT!! 

It is one of the great gifts of life to have incredible friends, and to have one so close in a state where neither of us has any family or friends is so huge. I am so grateful for Meredith, and if I had to speak for him, I think TH is also very grateful for Ollie. ...once he gets over his heartache that I was petting another dog. 

Happy Tuesday! 

Last Saturday Night

It's Monday, everybody! Hooray! 

Tom Hanks and I have a very exciting day planned - we're heading to Charlotte to see one of my very dearest friends, Meredith, and her new puppy, Ollie. Neither of us has met Ollie yet, and I'm REALLY excited to get to see them/a little terrified TH is going to crush baby Ollie with his excitement. Remember the gentle giant Lennie in "Of Mice and Men?" Right. 

This past weekend, Jordan and I took a day-trip to Huntsville for my other favorite Meredith's wedding. Meredith Ervin, my big sister in Chi O and one of my all-time role models, married her sweetheart Cline on Saturday night, and we were so thrilled to get to be there. 

I thought I'd share some pictures from being reunited with a crazy bunch of friends/crazy people from college who I love, love, love. 

Note: Katie is not actually drunk in that video of her eating pasta, but the caption is too good to resist. That may be my favorite thing that happened all night, except, you know, Meredith getting married. 

Hope you guys had as much fun as we did this weekend! Every so often, it's good to just cut the hell loose. 

Wish Tom Hanks luck and good manners as we travel today - tomorrow's post will be full of puppy pictures. What could be better than that?? 

5 Things: Habits Young Professional Women Should Break

1. Apologizing.

This one is probably something that could be applied to all women everywhere, but especially in a professional realm. Women, for whatever reason, feel compelled to say, "I'm sorry!" for a lot of things that don't warrant an apology, especially when it comes to asking clarifying questions and/or asking for something we know you need. Here are times that I have apologized when I could have skipped it: 

Someone at the other end of a board table was speaking so softly that none of the folks at the other end could hear a word he was saying: "Sorry, could you speak up a little bit? Thanks so much! Sorry about that!" 

I once didn't receive an e-mail that the rest of my team received, so I wrote the following e-mail to my manager: "Hey there - sorry to bug you, but I think I'm missing the e-mail detailing XYZ. Would you mind sending it along?"

If you go back and read those interactions without the apology, they are just as polite, but not as self-effacing. In both those situations, I was completely within my rights to ask the question I was asking, but, in both, felt the need to apologize in order to soften the question somehow. 

We think apologizing helps us look less demanding, but it ends up giving the impression that we think our very presence is an inconvenience to someone. Monitor yourself this week and just notice how many times you apologize when you don't have to. It's an interesting experiment. 

2. Saying, "To be honest..." 

In the same way that unnecessary apologizing is language that gives an impression opposite from the one we hope to give off, saying, "To be honest," before you start a sentence achieves a similar negative outcome.

Using, "To be honest," or "Frankly," or "Honestly," or "If I'm telling the truth here," as a pre-cursor to giving your opinion will subtly and subconsciously make the listener think that everything else you've said in your conversation with them has NOT been "honest" or "frank" or "truthful." 

It seems like, "To be honest," gets used most often when a person is trying to buy time because they aren't sure what they want to say. I am totally guilty of this, so in the past couple of years, I've tried to be more comfortable with silence. 

For example, if someone asks me something and I feel that panic of not having an instant answer ready, I intentionally take a deep breath, think on it, and then respond. There is power in silence that we tend to give away by filling that silence with fluff like, "To be honest;" when, in reality, that kind of fluff makes whatever we say next sound less authoritative.  

3. Using "just" in e-mails. 

Ellen Petry Leanse of Google wrote a super compelling and widely-read article about women using the word "just" in e-mails or in conversation. 

Basically, her thesis was that women use "just" as a "permission word." I'll let her take it from here: 

"I just wanted to check in on …"

"Just wondering if you'd decided between …"

"If you can just give me an answer, then …"

"I'm just following up on …"

I started paying attention, at work and beyond. It didn't take long to sense something I hadn't noticed before: Women used "just" more often than men.

It hit me that there was something about the word I didn't like. It was a "permission" word, in a way — a warm-up to a request, an apology for interrupting, a shy knock on a door before asking "Can I get something I need from you?"

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was a "child" word, to riff Transactional Analysis. As such it put the conversation partner into the "parent" position, granting them more authority and control. And that just didn't make sense.

When I read this article, I started vigilantly monitoring my use of "just," and found out that I use it ALL THE TIME. In e-mails, in conversation - it's everywhere. See if you notice the same thing. 

4. Dressing for the job you have.  

Color me a big anti-feminist, individuality-squashing 1950's man, but I'm telling you: women are more guilty than men of dressing inappropriately for work. 

Granted, men only have like three options that they get to mix and match, which is totally unfair and makes things way easier for them, but I digress. 

When getting ready for work in the morning, the questions that I started asking myself were: 

1. Would I be uncomfortable bending down in this top? 
2. Would I be uncomfortable sitting down in this skirt? 
3. Is this an outfit that the highest ranking person in my organization would be proud to see me wearing? 

Don't get me wrong, I have definitely not always followed those rules perfectly. But eventually, after lots of trial and error, I figured out that it is worth the extra effort on the front end of getting ready to feel 100% comfortable in my clothes, rather than throwing something on and rushing out the door only to find that my top is way lower-cut than I thought. Once, I had to use the folder I was given in a board meeting as a shield for my legs because the skirt I'd chosen in a rush was WAY too short when I sat down. It was all I could think about the entire day. 

There has been a huge decline in the sales of places like GAP, Ann Taylor, J. Crew, and Banana Republic. Why? Because professional women are masters of high-low fashion. What does that mean? That young women buy a few staple pieces from Nordstrom Rack or Saks Off Fifth, then fill the rest of their wardrobes in with Forever 21.

Not inherently a bad thing, but it does get tricky if tops that would work on a Saturday night are also being worn to the office. And it usually means that we don't function at our very best, because we're self-conscious about what we have on. My dad always says, "If you're going to fidget with your clothes all day, wear something else." 

5. Feeling like you owe anyone an explanation about your personal choices.

People, particularly older men, tend to have a few default questions for their younger, female co-workers. 

"So, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Meet anyone interesting?"
"You've been dating forever! When are you guys getting engaged?" 
"Thinking about having children soon?" 

Most often, these questions are born out of pure innocence. The people asking them aren't trying to be invasive or rude -- usually, they're just not quite sure what to say, but they want to appear interested in us as people. And that's totally harmless. 

But it can feel a little too personal, or even judgmental, when people with whom we haven't developed that sort of relationship start asking these questions. It's possible that the real answers are: 

"I just broke up with someone."
"No, and I'm really having a hard time being single." 
"This is a sensitive subject for me, and I don't want to talk about this." 
"I'm having fertility issues and I might just start crying right here on the spot." 

If you find yourself in a situation like this, where you're being asked a question that you really don't want to answer, YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER IT. It's that simple. You don't owe anyone an explanation about your personal life or choices, unless you actually want to engage in that conversation. 

You have every right to politely re-route the topic: 

Q. "So, do you have a boyfriend?" 
A. "Right now I'm really focused on work! Hey, tell me more about this project you mentioned..."

Q. "Meet anyone interesting?" 
A. "There are so many interesting people - I feel really lucky to work here. Remind me - how did you get started with the company?" 

Q. "You've been dating forever! When are you guys getting engaged?" 
A. "We've been dating a while, it's true! I really love him/her and I'm pumped to see where the relationship is going. Meanwhile, I needed some clarity about this e-mail..." 

Q. "Thinking about having children soon?" 
A. "We're enjoying time with each other right now. Really quickly - can I ask your advice on something? I'm not sure how to proceed with this client." 

Easy, polite, respectful. Those responses don't assume the person asking is nosey, but they do send the message that you aren't interested in discussing that subject any further. 

Shoutout to all my working ladies who are kicking ass every day!! Enjoy your weekends, girls!