Redemption Tastes Sweet

Our Thanksgiving dinner kind of helped get my cooking mojo back after this horrible fruit pie disaster but I have to admit I was still kind of shaken. So this weekend when Brian and I were invited to go over to our friends house for a BBQ and we were in charge of bringing the dessert I figured that this was a sign that I needed to redeem myself with the notorious fruit pizza. Verdict? Nailed it.



I was so on my game this weekend I woke up Sunday morning and made pancakes for everyone and then started some chili in the slow cooker to freeze. Who am I?!

I was still pretty sore on Friday from using the bench press on Thursday so I took Friday off from working out. Saturday I ran 6 miles though and then did an easy 5 km on Sunday.



The fruit pizza and I have a tumultuous history that goes way back to my early teen years when I made it for the first time with my friend Christina (it is her mom’s recipe). So now dear friends I will share it with you because honestly it is super easy, very delicious, and once I tell you how to make it, it will become clear why me screwing it up was so embarrassing. photo 3(1)(yes this is a photo from the one that I failed at, I forgot to take a photo of the masterpiece from the weekend :()

So first up, make the crust. You will need:

– 2 cups all purpose flour

– 1/2 cup icing sugar

– 1 cup cold butter (I used margarine)

Mix the icing sugar and flour together in a medium sized bowl. Cut in butter until the mixture resembles crumbs. My margarine was quite gooey so I added it in stages to make sure it was evenly distributed. Then press mixture onto a greased pizza pan until it is evenly distributed and about the size of a plate. (This weekend I needed to have the dessert in something that was easy to transport so I tried pressing mine into a glass pie plate. It worked well, however the crust was quite a bit thicker than I would like.) Then pop the crust in the oven at 350 degrees F for about 12 to 15 minutes or until the crust is lightly browned (FYI the pie plate took quite a bit longer because it was so thick).

While the crust is in the oven beat together:

– 1 (8 oz) package cream cheese

– 1/3 cup white sugar

– 1 teaspoon vanilla

Beat this mixture until smooth. Spread evenly over cooled crust (make sure it is cool or else it will be hard to spread). Now the fun part! Pick whatever fruit you desire to arrange on the pizza. I used strawberries, kiwis, and a banana. But you could also use pineapple, blueberries, raspberries…whatever you would like! For my fruit pizza I used:

– 1 cup strawberries

– 1 banana

– 2 kiwis

I always add a glaze on top but you don’t have to if you want to cut down on the sugar intake. The glaze just kind of blends everything together and adds a bit more flavour. It kind of acts like the cheese on a pizza 😉

To make the glaze you will need:

– 1 cup pineapple juice (if you used pineapples for your pizza you can use the leftover juice from the can!)

– 1/2 cup white sugar

– 2 tbsp corn starch

– 1 tsp lemon juice

Mix the ingredients in a saucepan over medium-high heat and make sure there are no lumps from the cornstarch (Tip: I mix half of the juice and the cornstarch in a cup beforehand and that ensures that the cornstarch dissolves correctly). Bring to a boil while stirring constantly. Once boiling keep stirring it for about two minutes as it gets thicker. You will know when it is done because it will coat a metal spoon. This change occurs fast so make sure you keep an eye on it or it will burn very quickly. I usually end up using about 1/3 of this mixture on the fruit pizza but it depends on your own preference. For easiest distribution I use a tablespoon and drizzle the glaze on top of the fruit until I am satisfied. However if you want to just dump the entire pot of glaze on top that is okay too. If you do that make sure you scream YOLO* at the same time and then send me a picture because that would be legendary.

*YOLO = You Only Live Once. It is quite popular to use it on Social Media with a hashtag (#) when people do something dumb or something they may regret later.

So there my friends is the infamous fruit pizza recipe. I hope you enjoy it and now you can all unanimously laugh at me now that you realize what an easy recipe I screwed up. Ah F*** it whatever, YOLO amiright?!

xo T

First 5 km

Hello and happy Monday! Who am I kidding, Mondays equal:


My weekend was fabulous! The highlight of which was my very first 5 km race! It was put on by the local police detachment and all donations went to support the Special Olympics.  Brian and I did our fundraising together and raised $155 for the cause. Not the best but better than our goal which was $100.

Saturday morning we woke up bright and early to have some breakfast before the race. We were a bit surprised at how disorganized the event was and we planned to arrive really early Saturday morning to get all the information that we needed as well as our bibs for the race. We knew where the race was and what time but that was the extent of the information given after registering. I had a filling breakfast of two scrambled eggs and a piece of whole wheat toast and was ready to go!


We arrived 45 minutes early for the race and received our bibs, t-shirt, swag bag, and time tracker (I am not sure what they are officially called but you strap it around your ankle and it monitors when you cross the start line all the way to the finish line). The t-shirts were actually super nice and were a lightweight, breathable material.


(Brian had gotten into a fight with a piece of PVC pipe at work last week so that is why his face is all cut up. I also look like I am 12 without makeup on…)

I actually knew a couple people in the race with us, one person that I deal with quite a bit at work and some others that I know on twitter but have not officially met before. Kinda creepy, but I think a lot of people have “friends” like that now-a-days…right?

Eventually the police siren wailed letting us know that the race had begun. It is a pretty weird feeling having waves of people running past you, but I knew that if I tried to keep up with anyone else’s pace, I would fizzle out. So I kept my own steady pace that I was comfortable at and slowly got super humbled by the amount of people passing me. Brian is a fast runner, but he wanted to stay with me so that we could cross the finish line together (cute right?) but there were a few times where he forgot I was slower than him and had to stop to wait for me to catch up. The race started off along a busy main road in our city but eventually dipped into the coulees (these are landforms that were created from erosion and are all over Southern Alberta.They are kind of shaped like inverted mountains.) for the 5 km and 10 km racers. The half marathon-ers (?) continued on a different route. The first 1.5 mile went really fast because of the adrenaline from the race and the steep downhill that hurt the knees but was kind of fun (my abs hurt the next day though! Downside of using a treadmill for your runs I guess). I felt really strong the whole race. My breathing was steady and overall I felt great.


The hard part came in the last 1 km. I knew the end was close but because the route twisted and turned I couldn’t see the finish line and I think this weighed on me mentally. This was the first and only time I stopped during the race and I know it was because I kept waiting to see the finish line and it just wasn’t there yet. There were quite a few people around us at this time, all girls who had the same pace as me. But for a few of them I could see that they were really struggling and their breathing was very ragged, almost wheezing at times. Brian and I didn’t use music because we both know it would only take us about 30 minutes and we could talk for most of it. But the downfall of this was the wheezing I could hear for the last half of the race.

Finally I could hear the microphone from the finish line announcing the racers as the crossed and we sprinted the last 400 meters to the finish for a time of 32:14. We crossed at the exact same time and the announcer butchered my name as well as our last name as we crossed but we didn’t care. We high-fived and congratulated each other and got our spiffy medals for competing.


Overall it was a really cool experience and something new for both of us to do together.  We decided that next time we would sign up for the 10 km but I was happy that we started with a 5 km for our first race though just to get our feet wet so we know what to expect.

Did you have a positive first race experience? 

What activities do you and your partner like to do together to get some quality time in?

Welcome Fall!

I love Fall. Fall is my favourite season of them all – and no I did not purposefully mean to rhyme that… Many people simply cannot wait for Fall because of this lovely feel-good amazingness:



I love pumpkin spice lattes don’t get me wrong but my favourite things about Fall always include clothing. Boots, scarves, mittens, I LOVE scarves. I even learned how to knit last year just so I could make my very own chunky infinity scarf. True story.

In my house growing up, the change of seasons always meant that we would go through our clothes and donate the stuff we did not wear and bring our seasonal clothes out of storage. Anyone else do this? I lived in a house of all girls for the majority of my life so that probably had something to do with it too. So since yesterday was football Sunday in our house I decided to do the annual clothes change-up. However, this year was a bit different because one of my good friends, Mackenzie, had just done this and she had gotten rid of enough stuff that she didn’t need to store any of the extras and has been loving the fact that she can look in her closet and see everything that she owns.  So it became my goal to have a year-round closet.

A ton of my clothes were stuff I still had from high school that I was hanging onto for vanity reasons (ie: I can still wear these same shorts from when I was 17, see?) but my style has changed and I have figured out that I am no longer comfortable in shorts that disappear when I wear a t-shirt because they are so short (exaggerating but you get what I mean). So then this happened:

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*Note the bright pink Ed Hardy trucker hat? Yeah that is nostalgia at it’s finest.


I now have a full garbage bag of things to donate to good will, and a full garbage bag of things to give to my younger sisters (all the cool, expensive stuff that I thought they might like), and a couple items to give to my older sister that I thought she might like as well. Whew. But on the bright side, I can now fit everything I own in my closet and half a dresser (other half is for Brian, he also has his own closet) and I forced myself to get rid of stuff that I was holding onto just for the sake of holding onto something I have had since I was a teenager.

Also, this weekend this happened:



My longest run yet! My right hip flexor is pretty tight today but other than that it felt great! Pretty productive Sunday I would say 🙂

How was your weekend? 

xo T