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Thursday, August 16th, 2012

On Monday night I made something I was SUPER excited to eat.

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Pretty, right?

It’s spicy shrimp and apple salad from Serious Eats. We’ve had it before, twice, and both times I loved it so much I could barely contain myself.

On Monday I forgot the nuts AND the basil (which I was going to sub in for the mint). And I used a shallot that was a little past it’s prime, which maintained a level of spiciness that was a little overwhelming even after I soaked it in water.

Basically it blew. My fault, not the recipe’s fault. So sad.

Then yesterday I just put oddly timed and chosen foods in my mouth all day until I didn’t feel like eating them anymore.

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I started the morning with a smashed chickpea salad – basically I smooshed chickpeas and then stirred in a little mayo, some salt, some celery, and a big squeeze of harissa.

It was good. And spicy.

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I followed with about half of this package of Popchips.

I love Popchips. They’re so crunchy that if people who want to talk to me have to go away when I’m eating them and come back later.

They’re not usually breakfast food, but wev.

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I figured out how to get Fresca out of the soda machine! (Turns out there is no row F. Spoiler: the Fresca was in row E the whole time.)

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Then, later, for… lunch? Who can say with meals like this. It was about 2 pm, I think… I had a piece of an almond peach galette I made on Monday night after dinner to rebound from the shrimp salad fiasco. It’s a basic half whole wheat all butter pie dough, layered with about a cup of frangipane from my freezer, topped with three sliced fresh peaches, and baked for about forty five minutes.

It’s way better than the messed up shrimp salad.

I got hungry towards the end of the day, but I held out because three of my darling friends were coming over at 6:45 for book club, and they were all bringing food. I chilled a bottle of dry riesling (what? are you implying I knew they didn’t like riesling and I’d have leftover wine? of course not!) and made a spinach artichoke dip (ingredients from Alton Brown, quantities unmeasured, lightened, and based on what I had in my fridge and then topped with more parm and broiled for five minutes), and we chatted about Wither and life and basically got our girl on.

There may have been a dance party when Cruel To Be Kind came on the stereo.

Other good spontaneous dance party songs? They must exist!

We had three kinds of hummus, sliced veggies, bread, crackers, almonds, cheese, chocolate covered pretzels, and my dip. I have a picture somewhere… but I’m tired and my camera is alllll the way over there. Anyway, hopefully your Tuesday was fab!

take it! I want you to have it!

Friday, August 10th, 2012

My book is free today!

 

 

 

 

 

 

shameless. and achy.

Tuesday, August 7th, 2012

My head is killing me, you guys. I’ve had a headache since lunchtime, and a nap hasn’t fixed me up – I think I’m going to eat a bowl of butter masala and go back to bed.

Which makes this an excellent time for some shameless self promotion.

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This is my book.

It’s available for purchase here. It’s also available to be checked out if you’re a Kindle prime member.

AND, just for you guys, I will be giving it away for free on Friday. (Don’t worry, I’ll remind you then.)

This is what I already wrote about it, and I would love to be wordier but … ow.

When Ollie’s face appears on Rose’s computer screen, she thinks it’s time for her to take a break. After all, the security tape she is reviewing is a week old, and Ollie died five years earlier, on the same night he broke up with her. A tragic accident took his life, and Rose has spent years putting hers back together. She has a new boyfriend, a new job, and a new place to live. A good night’s sleep and a cup of coffee later, Ollie’s face is still there, and Rose can’t help but try to track him down.

LHope y’all do not have headaches. See you tomorrow! (If you’d like to chat, tell me what the best book you ever discovered online is, please?)

 

Well, I feel reune-ed

Sunday, August 5th, 2012

This weekend was my family reunion (for my mom’s side of the family). It was in Woodland Park at a place called Triple B Ranch, so on Friday afternoon Crockett and I packed up the car (and the dogs) and headed down.

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There was a considerable amount of confusion on the part of the small furry members of the family.

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We stopped a couple of times along the way for supplies. Namely, wine. Lots of wine.

I was a little stressed, you guys. See, my mom is one of twelve children, and only one of her siblings wasn’t there. When you include my grandma, my aunts and uncles husbands and wives and a few (but not nearly all) of the grandkids and some of their significant others, we had about forty people. And one cousin and I were in charge of food.

Since I had to work Friday, my mom and that cousin did the shopping – and since they were doing the shopping, I took it on myself to turn our meal plan into a list with quantities. I was nervous about putting together food for that many people.

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Here’s some of them at our pancake breakfast. See? Lots of people!

We did do things other than eat, of course.

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We danced, and sang karaoke, and walked the dogs. The ranch had horses, so some people rode. (I opted to not smell like horse all weekend, so I passed.) We hung out with the puppies in the room and played charades. I supervised pool volleyball…

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With the help of a solo cup of wine and my kindle. Claire DeWitt and the City of the Dead is a strange, compelling book, y’all.

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I cooked. Good heavens did I cook. This is a just one of the tables set up for one of the meals – the tables go off to the left and all those tables in the background were full of eating people in just a few minutes.

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I set aside food for myself while no one was paying attention. Grilled corn, turkey burger, half of a beef burger, broccoli salad, caprese salad (it’s back there, I swear), avocado, and some pita chips.

It turns out I love pita chips.

I may have gained five pita chip related pounds this weekend.

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Cloey enjoyed watching the world go by…

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and Maida enjoyed sitting under people’s chair and catching stray pieces of food.

Unfortunately, Crockett had to go home Saturday evening, so on Sunday my mom and I drove back together.

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The car was full of leftover food and exhausted, farm smellin’ dogs.

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We stopped for Coffee Light Frapuccinos (I don’t drink these very often, but when I do I’m always pleasantly surprised by how much tasty coffee bitterness they manage to maintain – are the non light ones that way too?).

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When I made it home, I gleefully shopped for a week’s worth of food for two people. Two. Yogurt, scallops, salad – it all fit into one tiny cart.

It was glorious.

If you’re interested, this was the meal plan for the weekend, with my commentary and quantities (and weird blog formatting that I’m too lazy to fix, sorry!):

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I especially like the last line. I’m so sensitive.

 

ahem

Friday, November 4th, 2011

Ok, so. I haven’t been feeling well since Tuesday (I’m better now, I think), but I don’t have a lot of pictures. Think soup and cereal.

What I do have is something to express an … opinion about.

Here’s the thing. I’m a feminist. The loud kind. I write about it on emmanation more than here, obviously, but today the two crossed paths. Why?

Because it’s National Men Cook Dinner Day, of course!

Lest you think this is just a goofy website, I found it on The Daily Mail (hardly a bastion of feminism, I know, but still) through Tasteologie, a food linking site, and have since seen it on Epicurious. Sure, it’st not everywhere, but it’s in enough places.

National Men Cook Dinner Day is a terrible idea. It’s ridiculous, embarrassing, and bad for women and men.

The thing about something like NMCDD (yeah, I abbreviated it – what of it) is that it’s the societal equivalent of when my friend’s parents used to give her little brother $50 for getting a C. It’s saying ‘aww, poor guys – we know stuff like cooking is hard for you. Here’s a day devoted just to you and your silly little efforts’.

What makes this particularly ridiculous is that professional cooking is a male dominated industry. (Whole different issue.) There’s no actual reason to believe that men can’t cook. Goofy movements like this are just reinforcement of the idea that there are male roles and female roles – and that cooking for the family is something done by women. (See also: that Tide commercial with the couple that has triplets that ends with the wife telling the husband he sucks at folding clothes).

The person who does the cooking should be the person with the time and the desire to do so. If neither person has either, then there should be a Crockpot or a takeout menu involved. There should be no special reward for men who generally sit back and let the women in their life run the kitchen if they should deign to pick up a colander the first Thursday of every November. Partners, of any kind, should share duties in the way that makes sense for them.

Honestly, doesn’t National Men Cook Dinner Day sort of imply that the other 364 are National Women Cook Dinner Today Like Every Other Day days? And, by association, don’t men cooking on those 364 days seem like they’re bucking societal expectations? See? Good for no one.

P.S. I never thought $50 for a C was a good idea either. My friend only got paid for A’s, and it seemed to me that her parents were sending her brother the message ‘this is the best you can do’.

P.P.S.  I do most of the cooking in my relationship. I decide what we’re eating based on what I feel like making and eating. Crockett does not expect me to cook, and I’m not shocked when he’s struck by a desire to get into the kitchen, which he occasionally is. There are household tasks in which we defy traditional gender roles, too. Neither of these are a big deal, because we work hard to differentiate between personal expectations and societal ones.

That’s all. We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.