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That's what I call positivity. Sparse attendee turned passionate loyal @beeveeaye hoists the #PositivityAward but all of you will help us reach #3014. The Tribe is Strong. #gopro
Finally got around to uploading my #GoPro photos from this week. Monday certainly was a beautiful workout @novemberproject #Madison #mendota
Sometimes here at November Project-Madison we get a little close. A little cozy. A little weird.
Seriously though, it is starting to get perfect out @novemberproject #Madison #Turbo15 #Bascom
The Best Barista in Madison
While my existence is at a level where I am unimportant, a lazy worker, and all around useless in relation to the general populace of Madison, WI, there is one elevated mid-twenties standard that I achieve: the uncontrollable need for gallons of coffee every single fucking day. I wake up, have two cups. Get done working out, well that is another two cups. I have to walk to the bank, another cup. I am tired and want to go to bed, that is at least half a cup. Sitting down to write a short piece about coffee, five cups. The nice thing about living in Madison is that there are a lot of unique coffee shops staffed by a lot of professional baristas. Excuse me. I meant to say staffed by a lot of artists, musicians, and those that refuse to conform to any job that requires you to remove your hat and maintain properly cleaned fingernails. Doing things like that is for old nerds and those not brave enough to stand up to The Man.
I respect the barista. I clearly do not have the balls to ditch the social norm of pursuing a professional career and instead taking the harder road in life of working fifteen hours a week then going home a drinking PBR and discovering myself. Now, not all baristas are strong unlike me. Most of them greet you with a smile when you order. Most of them ask you how your day is going and if you have a preference for light, medium, or dark roast. These baristas are clearly going nowhere in life. When I order a coffee I expect my barista to know that he or she is above me. I am just a plebian compared to them and should be treated as such. That is why I love going to one particular coffee shop in Madison, and get service by one barista in particular. Dan at Coffee Bytes is the perfect example of how we should all go about our lives.
It was mid afternoon when I was served by Dan. It wasn’t too crowded in the coffee shop. A lot of girls studying but the place where there is usually a line was empty for once. I walked up to the counter, where my new favorite barista Dan was standing behind the register, on his phone, which was not put down when I approached. I am sure he had an unbelievably important Instagram post to finish up so I could wait because my time means nothing. He finally put the phone in his pocket, looked up at me with that scraggily un-kept beard, big brown eyes, deep V t-shirt, and grey sock cap and so elegant said, “What?” Customer service at it’s finest.
Seeing as he was so thrilled to see me, I decided to ask how his day was going, which he loved. You see Dan is not a normal barista. He is a cut above the rest. His day was not going good, bad, or you know same old same old. His day was going, “Well do you know what you want or not?” It is always nice to witness moments when you know humanity is still on the right path towards maintaining common pleasantries. Seeing as I was properly put back in the mundane place I belong I just ordered my large coffee with a little room for cream please. I know I am high maintenance and rude when it comes to my coffee order, so his eye roll, dangling of his arms at his side, and sigh were completely warranted. After he completed his long three step journey to the coffee pot and back he set my cup on the counter and announced the price to me. A large cup at Coffee Bytes is a little over two dollars so I handed him a five. Unfortunately I didn’t have the exact change and I was about to apologize for making him count the bills and coins he owed me when I was put in my place by another completely reasonable sigh.
It is moments like this where I realize how important it is for me to tip baristas. I clearly cause them an extreme amount of stress with my overbearing orders. I should probably switch to ordering something more simple like an Orange Mocha Frappuccino. Seeing as I had already been such a difficult customer to deal with, I decided that instead of putting my dollar tip in the jar designated for it, I should hand it to him and make eye contact so he could see how sorry I was for being such a hassle. He clearly recognized how sorry I was and politely accepted my free money with a charming, “Seriously? Only a fucking dollar?” While this may sound aggressive and unappreciative, I could read between the lines. Using sarcasm as a form of gratitude is so like Dan. What a great guy!
Now when I go into Coffee Bytes I pray that Dan is there. The few minutes I spend in his coffee shop are a jolt back to reality. I often forget my place in this world so it is nice to be reminded by Dan that I am nothing and always will be. Sometimes I think that I may eventually be as important and beloved as Dan is, but then I quickly realize I clearly do not have what it takes and I make sure to remind him of that every time I stand there and ask him questions about his day, what type of beans they use, if his music career is finally taking off, and how he keeps the coffee at the perfect temperature to warm my tummy. It is my purpose to take any and all opportunity to remind him how much better than everyone else he truly is.
We here at November Project Madison love three things: beer, running, and selfies.
The difference between elegant and redneck: when you stack your shit, you don't put it between a bun #classyashell #spaghettisquah #asparagus #polloi
Been awhile since I've been here #sketchbook #singlemalt #ideatime
It may have been cloudy but Abe doesn't mind. #gopro #uwmadison
Nothing wrong with some sweaty hugs @novemberproject #gopro #turbo15
Buffalo Sauce
It has been awhile since my last post because I think this Wisconsin winter is officially slowly sucking the life out of me. Laziness has increased ten fold, healthy food consumption has plummeted, and the hours spent laying on the couching while playing Skyrim and drinking beer has soared. Many of nights my dinner has become breaded chicken tenders, tossed in buffalo sauce, with fries on the side. Some might say it is my comfort food, and others who are more intelligent might just call it a damn good meal for the quintessential American male.
Homemade buffalo sauce is super easy, and kind of really unhealthy but it is a condiment and I am not entirely sure they are suppose to be healthy anyway. The recipe is as follows:
2/3 cup of your favorite hop pepper sauce (I used Red Hot)
1/2 cup of unsalted butter
1 1/2 tablespoons white vinegar
1/4 tablespoon worcestershire sauce
1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1/8 teaspoon garlic powder
salt to taste
The recipe calls for a heinous amount of butter in relation to everything else and I suspected Paula Dean had a hand in composing this recipe. Also, when you live in a drafty apartment that leaks heat, the sauce will kind of coagulate in your pantry due to the abundance of buttery goodness. When that happens, simply heating it up in the microwave before use is acceptable. I think from now on I will probably dial back the butter. It is a bold strategy but we will see how it plays out.
Today marked a long awaited day for November Project-Madison: the day the sun was up before workout started. After months in the dark we were gifted with light this morning. It might still be cold as hell but at least we can see each others bright and smiling faces. Abe and Bascom looked great this morning.
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A week in photos
Last week was a pretty exciting week. Myself and 19 others made a trip to Milwaukee to see the November Project-Milwaukee crew, went shredding with three friends, and had a relatively big crew for November Project on Friday. I spent a lot of time working on videos so I did not have too much time for photos until today.
Milwaukee and snowboarding were both on Wednesday, which was a flippin' beautiful day. Low of 28 and not a cloud in the sky all day. It is making the return of the cold today super depressing but whatever. If there is one thing I've learned from six years in Wisconsin is that Spring is well worth the wait. Friday was a bit more gloomy. We had winds of about 25 mph all day but our workout was hard and kept you warm. Hopefully the cold will not deter too many people from November Project this week, and hopefully our little weekly Wednesday snowboard crew will brave the weather as well so we can get out there and for a Shred-tastic day.
Oh, and in case you did not know this, our weird community started out in Boston with The Money Makin', Hip Shakin', Dance-aholic: Brogan Graham, and The Mean Muggin', Booty Clappin', Serbian Prince: Bojan Mandaric. These elaborate titles may or may not ring true in these fellas seeing as I have not met either in person for more than a few minutes, but I'm sure they will love and cherish their new nicknames.
A few months ago Brogan approached me for a collaboration video with his beloved city. A fella by the name of Kosta and I both captured what makes out cities so great, then mashed it all together to show how despite the hundreds of miles that separate us, we are still one strong Tribe.
Sifting through all of Kosta's footage taught me two things: Boston is huge, and Madison is going to be as well soon.
The Tribe is Strong.
I discovered something unfortunate about Tumblr today. Apparently, files over 100MB cannot be posted. So...well...shit. I suppose a link to my Youtube page will have to do (click on the bolded, underlined title for link).
This video is one of my favorites so far because it shows what I actually got to be a part of. November Project-Madison's leader, The Riff-Raffin', Ball Bustin', Bear of a Man: Mr. Teddy G, organized a fun little trip to Milwaukee for whomever could make it (I may or may not have looked up when it is proper to use whom). Instead of waking up at 6 o'clock on Wednesday and making our way to Bascom Hill in Madison, we woke up at 4:15 and made our way to the Art Museum in Milwaukee to show support for our former leader, The Hip-Hoppin', Heart Breakin', Stunning Specimen of a Man: Dan Graham, in his last "Pledge" week for November Project-Milwaukee. Milwaukee is one of two extensions of our little Tribe here in Madison, the other of which is Minneapolis, and they are both pretty kick ass. We somehow managed to keep our trip a secret for anyone in Milwaukee so they were quite excited to see us at 6:30am, on what turned out to be an absolutely beautiful morning. Workouts are a lot easier with the Art Museum and a frozen Lake Michigan as the backdrop.
Not only was it a fun workout, but it was an opportunity to see the connection between all the Tribes around the nation. There is a place you kind of get stuck with these workouts (I really do not want to refer to it as a rut), where you sort of lose appreciation for what you get to do every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning. Sometimes I find myself simply getting up, going to the workout, then getting on with my day without acknowledging the connection I have made with all my fellow Tribesmen. By taking a step back, and realizing what crazy shit we are doing, I have been reintroduced to what I have always loved about November Project: the community. 20 of us Madisonian's put our Wednesday on hold in order to get up even earlier, drive an hour and a half, and workout with mostly strangers, and that did not feel strange at all. We not only got to show DG and Milwaukee how much they mean to us, but we also got see how much we mean to them. The never ending flow of love between all these Tribes never ceases to amaze me. This community that we are all helping build by just showing up is truly something remarkable. Each and every person that just shows up is part of this big beautiful puzzle called November Project, and I love each and every single piece.
The Tribe is Strong.
Just 2 months ago we started the experimental Monday morning workout with November Project-Madison. We have a very small, but very loyal Tribe that shows up every week. Here they are in action.
Homemade Pizza Crust
One of the benefits of subscribing to Runner's World is their food section. They offer a lot of different recipes that are extremely healthy. They are super anti any meat besides fish, so I often find myself altering their recipes to add some chicken or beef. My favorite recipe I have gotten from the magazine is their homemade pizza crust. It is super simple once you find all the ingredient you need. It is mildly time consuming but most of the time spent on it is simply waiting for the dough to rise. Here are all the ingredients you will need:
2 1/3 cups of flour (they recommend unbleached flour because you know how foodies are, but it really does not matter)
1/4 cup Wheat Germ (which you would think Trader Joe's has but no)
1 teaspoon sea salt
1/2 teaspoon instant yeast
1 cup room-temperature water
1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil (plus more for greasing the bowl)
2 teaspoons honey
In a big ass bowl combine the flour, wheat germ, instant yeast, and salt and mix it all up. In a separate, but just as badass bowl, whisk the olive oil, honey, and water. Those will all initially separate so whisk it to make it all consistent. It will be the color of mildly dehydrated pee.
After you have both of those mixed a legit amount, start adding the dry mixture to the wet mixture. Do not add it all at once because it will take way longer to mix. Start with about 1 1/2 cups of the dry mixture into the wet mixture. Stir that until it is smooth(about the consistency of mixed pancake batter) then slowly add the rest. At this point it is a little easier to stir it with your hands because the big plastic spoons will start to bend like the little bitches that they are. Wooden spoons will stir it well but your hands will get super messy anyway so why not get dirty early. Keep stirring until the mixture starts to peel away from the bowl. I know that sounds totally unspecific but you will see what I'm talking about when you do it for yourself. The mixture changes from a gooey liquid to a thicker, kind of coarse mass that feels a bit like Floam (90s kids know what I'm talking about). There will be some loose bits but they will come together once you start kneading the dough.
To knead, take a few pinches of just flour and spread it out over your tabletop, counter, toilet seat, or whatever flat surface you are working with. Knead the dough for roughly 8-10ish minutes. I had Pandora playing in the background so I kneaded through the entirety of One Directions Story of my Life and Nicki Minaj's Starships, which was not only manly and exciting, but also just about the appropriate amount of time. For those of you who have never kneaded anything before, it is pretty simple. All that you have to do it roll the dough around, stretch it out, push and pull it, smack it a few times, and show it who's boss. You will take it from the Floam consistency to a Silly Puddy consistency. Not only will you get a nice ball of dough, but you will also take a fun trip down memory lane. I included a photo of the ball of kneaded dough with Mount Gay for scale.
Once you have your ball, you will need to set it aside to rise in a dry, warm place. What my precious mother tipped me off to do, is to turn on the oven at a low, warm temperature. Grease a metal bowl(if you do not have a metal one plastic is also totally legit) with some olive oil. Use just enough to coat the entire bowl. This allows for the dough to rise without become kind of hard, but rather remaining delightfully soft. Throw the ball in the bowl and roll it around to grease her up like a pig at a fair. Cover the bowl with saran wrap, or a dish rag, and let her rise for about an hour to an hour and a half on top of the heated stove. You know it is done when it has just about doubled in size. I included a picture of the risen dough, separated into two balls. You could keep it as one ball but that will make a huge ass pizza that will not fit in your oven unless you happen to live in a Pizza Hut. If that is the case, I think there is a greater issue going on in your life that you need to address other than making too big of a pizza. After you separate it out, cover with a rag and let is sit at room temperature for about 30-40 minutes before cooking.
Personally, I like my pizza crust like I like my women; thin, crispy around the edges yet soft and delicate in the middle. In order to achieve that you have to search for years and deal with a lot of bimbos. For the pizza, however, all you need to do is take a standard cookie sheet and flip it up side down. Lightly grease the surface and roll that dough out. Runners World suggest investing in a pizza stone but fuck that, who cares. Cook at 475-500 until you get a light golden crust and the toppings look done (10ish minutes).
In regards to toppings, be creative. Every time I make my crust I use different toppings. Whatever you like is good on a pizza, however, there are a few simple rules to help make it delicious. It is possible to add too much sauce and toppings. When that happens, the crust will be cooked but will be a bit soggy. Nobody likes that. I am not big on the sauce so I use it sparingly. I love using Alfredo sauce because it is creamier, therefore you do not have to use very much. Also, for soft veggies like spinach, place them directly on the sauce before adding the cheese. That will prevent them from burning. Then add the cheese, heavier veggies, and protein options. Try and keep about 1 inch of dough around the edges. Also, do not be afraid to make the pizza a weird shape. That is part of the fun. For the two pizzas I made (one of which I forgot to photograph), I used vodka cause, mozzarella, spinach, sautéed green peppers, and pepperoni arranged to spell ASS. It is important to constantly keep yourself entertained while cooking and if spelling profanities in your food does the trick, go crazy. For the other pizza I used Alfredo, spinach, sautéed mushrooms, mozzarella and blue cheese, and pulled chicken which I cooked while the dough was wrapped in the hand towel.
While the prep and waiting time is awhile, the actual cooking time for the pizza is pretty short. Everyone loves pizza and if you say you do not you are lying and I hate you. It is a lot of fun taking a normal dish and making it both healthier and fancier. Learning how to make certain food items will not only increase the possibilities of what you can do in the kitchen, but it will also impress the ladies...or in my case my roommate.