Decade

Ten years ago, my then-boyfriend Alex and I visited a local animal shelter where I fell in love with a kitten named Dixon.

I had been going kitten-crazy and really wanted to adopt a cat. (The previous year, my family’s 16-year-old cat passed away.) So Alex and I took a trip to the Staten Island Animal Care Center where I was honestly not planning to get a cat. I was just going to look (I swear!). However, Dixon had other plans for me. He was 3 months old, skinny, all legs & ears & tail, and he purred incessantly when an employee placed him in my arms. I wouldn’t put him down. I turned to Alex and said, “I want him.” So paperwork was filled out, credit card charges were made, and we were told to come back the next day to pick up Dixon after he’d been neutered.

That was on June 13, 2007. It has now been 10 years that Dixon has been in my life. And what a crazy ten years they’ve been! I was finishing up my Bachelor’s degree when I got him. I started grad school in 2008 and Dixon was there to keep me sane. I moved from Staten Island to Brooklyn with Dixon in tow. (He actually helped me get the apartment: the landlord was a cat lady of epic proportions and I attached a photo of Dixon when I emailed her my application.) I moved back to Staten Island. Then I moved within Staten Island.

It was around that time that Dixon had a urinary blockage. (My theory is that he was stressed out because, about two months prior, we welcomed a new kitten, Lucy, into our home.) I cried seeing him in pain and immediately drove him to the nearby 24/7 animal hospital. After the second urinary blockage a couple of weeks later, I opted for a perineal urethrostomy (“PU”) for Dixon. On New Year’s Day 2015, I picked Dixon up from the hospital after he had the incredibly invasive surgery wherein his scrotum and penis were removed and his urethral opening was widened. He hasn’t had a urinary tract infection or another urinary blockage since but he’s given me a couple of scares! I watch him like a hawk now, looking for any signs of distress.

In July 2015, I had a semi-serious bike crash on my way to work. I busted my lip open (resulting in 11 stitches, some inside and some outside my lip), chipped some teeth, and bruised some ribs and fingers. Dixon was there to comfort me as I took a week off work to recuperate. About a week later, when my almost-ten-year-old romantic relationship fell apart, Dixon was there while I sobbed and came to grips with my new reality. I then moved (again), this time into my parents’ home where I had planned to stay a year in order to save up money and buy my own place. I was considering getting a condo in Denver, CO, and starting a brand new life for myself. My mom pouted and said Denver’s too far away, why don’t I look somewhere closer, like Philadelphia?

In April 2016, I met my current boyfriend, Phil. In August of that year, I moved in with Phil when he moved back to Philly. (Mothers and their intuitions!) Dixon, naturally, came with. Shortly thereafter, my constant vigilance led to another trip to the vet for Dixon. I noticed that he was consistently cocking his head to the right. He did not exhibit any other issues to indicate that anything was wrong. However, during the exam, the veterinarian commented that Dixon would need to have a couple of teeth extracted because he had a serious case of plaque as well as a couple of resorptive teeth. In the end, the vet ended up pulling 5 teeth (1 full extraction and 4 partial ones), mostly on his right side—which is the direction in which he was tilting his head, most likely due to dental pain. Dixie was high for three days before he was back to normal. I worried about him the entire time and I was incredibly relieved when he regained his strength and his personality. I’m hoping for at least another 10 years with this fella.

The night after I visited the shelter and committed to adopting Dixon, I lay awake in bed, panicking that I’d made such a long-term commitment in haste. He’ll be there when I get married! I thought. He’ll be there when I have kids! It’s ten years later and I’m not married (and I’m not planning on getting married) but Phil and I are starting our family. We’re taking all of the necessary steps to achieve pregnancy (given my infertility, thanks to Kallmann Syndrome, medical intervention is required) and I’m thrilled that our kids may have an opportunity to get to know Dixon—and that Dixon may have the opportunity to lick the little humans until they’re raw, as he’s been doing to me for the last ten years.

I guess it’s Christmas time

Philadelphia experienced its first brutally cold temperatures this week (it dropped to 14°F!) and we even had snowfall yesterday! So this weekend was spent indoors, listening to holiday albums of my youth. (Hanson’s “Snowed In,” anyone?) Yesterday, my boyfriend made us biscuits and mushroom gravy (with my homemade seitan & bean sausage) for breakfast and it was the absolutely perfect way to begin our lazy Saturday. (Though, admittedly, it was noon when we ate.) Today, I wanted to make pancakes but he requested waffles–with chocolate chips! So I obliged. This is what I came up with:

Vegan Belgian Waffles
Yields 8
Deliciously soft & fluffly waffles with a crispy exterior!
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Prep Time
10 min
Cook Time
15 min
Total Time
25 min
Prep Time
10 min
Cook Time
15 min
Total Time
25 min
225 calories
30 g
0 g
11 g
4 g
3 g
101 g
113 g
6 g
0 g
7 g
Nutrition Facts
Serving Size
101g
Yields
8
Amount Per Serving
Calories 225
Calories from Fat 92
% Daily Value *
Total Fat 11g
16%
Saturated Fat 3g
15%
Trans Fat 0g
Polyunsaturated Fat 2g
Monounsaturated Fat 5g
Cholesterol 0mg
0%
Sodium 113mg
5%
Total Carbohydrates 30g
10%
Dietary Fiber 2g
7%
Sugars 6g
Protein 4g
Vitamin A
0%
Vitamin C
2%
Calcium
10%
Iron
5%
* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet. Your Daily Values may be higher or lower depending on your calorie needs.
Ingredients
  1. 1-1/4 C flour
  2. 1/2 C rolled oats
  3. 1 Tbsp sugar
  4. 1 Tbsp baking powder
  5. 1/4 tsp salt
  6. 1/4 C semi-sweet non-dairy chocolate chips
  7. 1 ripe banana
  8. 1-1/2 C non-dairy milk (soy, almond, rice, etc.)
  9. 1/4 C canola oil
  10. 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
Instructions
  1. Combine flour, oats, sugar, baking powder, and salt in a large bowl. Whisk with a fork until combined. Add chocolate chips and stir to combine.
  2. In a separate bowl, mash the banana with a fork until smooth. Add the milk, oil, and vanilla extract, whisking with a fork until combined.
  3. Add the wet ingredients to the dry and stir gently to combine.
  4. While the batter rests, begin pre-heating your waffle iron to your desired crispness. If necessary, spray with oil to prevent waffles from sticking.
  5. When the light turns green, use 1/3 cup scoops of the batter to fill each waffle mold.
  6. The waffles are ready when steam stops rising out of the iron.
  7. Top with vegan butter, maple syrup, and powdered sugar, or any toppings of your choice.
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calories
225
fat
11g
protein
4g
carbs
30g
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They are perfection! They are so light and fluffy yet still have that delectably crispy shell. I didn’t even take any pictures because they were devoured so quickly >_<

Now to continue this lazy weekend with some reading and knitting, while listening to ‘NSync’s “Home for Christmas” album…

Eat, drink, move, sleep

I was bummed to miss out on a group ride this morning (thanks to a sleepless night) so I took my freshly-tuned-up bike out for a quick spin through some streets on the south shore of Staten Island. Ended up stopping at three parks before powernoia set in and I called it a day.

Wheels keep turning… #spring #bike #bicycle #salsa #casseroll #salsacasseroll #park #bloomingdalepark

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The last time I was on my bike, my life was very different. Things are slowly becoming normal again and it was amazing being back in the saddle. My current situation doesn’t allow me to commute by bike anymore and I work on weekends (preventing me from going on long-distance rides) but I miss my bike to the point of tears sometimes so I’m making it my mission to make time for the things that are important to me.