Posts Tagged ‘cranberries’

good freaking point

Wednesday, November 9th, 2011

This morning, while I was at school waiting for a class to start, I read an article called What We Eat While We Wait for Thanksgiving over at The Kitchn.

Then I went grocery shopping.

(Ok – first I waited for my classes to end. And I actually had to go to the store anyway. But for the sake of this narrative, let’s pretend I read the article and immediately jaunted off to the market, ok?)

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I absolutely love fall food. I love squash and pumpkin and apples and sweet potatoes. To put a finer point on it: I love Thanksgiving food.

Turkey? Yes. Brussels sprouts? Yes. Sweet potato casserole? Yes.

Cranberry sauce?

Fuck. Yes.

It’s not Thanksgiving yet, and I’ve already been perusing recipes for a Thanksgiving cranberry sauce.

Then I read that article, and Costco had 3 pound bags of fresh cranberries for $4.99, and I felt like I was hit over the head by a culinary anvil.


We fill certain foods away in certain slots, and for me cranberry sauce never made it out of it’s little niche – until today. I came home, I threw 4 cups of the cranberries into a pot with 1/4 cup each of sugar and orange juice and 1/4 teaspoon of salt, and I let it bubble away while I toasted a piece of bread, spread it with goat cheese, and heated some boxed butternut squash soup.

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It was Thanksgiving in my mouth. And there’s more in my fridge.

I’m glad I finally woke up.

What foods do you love but wait to eat?

theme song

Monday, October 25th, 2010

I need a theme song.

I LOVE theme songs. I know this because last night, Crockett pointed out that I sing along with the lyrics to the theme song of every show we watch (as long as the song has lyrics, that is – if it doesn’t, clearly it sucks and doesn’t deserve my glorious singing).

This weekend, my theme song would have been something about simplicity and … boredom. Oh, and homework. With the occasional burst of awesome.

Is there such a song?

Fall obviously means pumpkin, but guess what I found the other day? Fresh cranberries, yo.

Here, they’ve been reduced to sauce with just a little sugar, and smooshed on no-knead half whole wheat bread and homemade ricotta, with the omnipresent apples. Saturday started off right.

Crockett was off bike shopping with my dad (isn’t it nice when they bond?) and I had roughly ten hours of homework, so I did the thing I do best when I’m feeling overwhelmed.

I went for a 3 mile run. In the fall deliciousness. I’m sure the fact that I stopped to take pictures of fake witches on trees did wonders for my heart rate.┬áRefueling took place in the form of that flatbread that I’m seriously getting kind of tired of and the falafel that I will NEVER get tired of.

I guess that’s what happens when you’re a woman who lives alone who shops at Costco. It is pretty when it cooks though, eh?

Then, you guys, I totally focused on homework. Specifically, actually, NOT homework. I focused on my National Science Foundation graduate fellowship application that’s due in three weeks. It’s exactly as awesome as it sounds, y’all.

In seriousness, it would be damn cool. I would be funded for three full years, with the ability to focus on my own research. The application itself is a bitch, though. Essays and declarations of intent and recommendations and possibly a promise of my first born – I haven’t gotten that far down yet.

Fortunately Crockett came and saved me from myself at about 10. He took me out to show me his fire guitar skills – what girl could resist?

Today was more of the same, with one new addition to our little family.

A shiny new bicycle! His, not mine. I do not ride bicycles, if I can help it. I prefer my butt unsore. Personal preference, I guess.

I fueled his bike work with barbecue chicken and egg breakfast soft tacos. And apples. Shockingly.

Cloey found the whole bike thing fascinating.

Then, of course, work work work.

With a pumpkin butter interlude.

When I was at the grocery store, I saw some Dickinson’s Pumpkin Butter on sale for $2.50, and I was all over that sh.. izzz. (Family friendly, Emma, family friendly.) Then I realized that I could buy 15 oz of pumpkin for $2.19, add my own personal spices, and end up with twice as much butter for the same amount of scrilla.

You should have seen the back patting that went on between me and myself, there in the store.

Not pictured: brown sugar.

I found this recipe I was going to use, but I was irritated by the white sugar. Why would you put white sugar in pumpkin, unless you were unaware that brown sugar existed at all? Turns out, Deb totally agrees with me, so I busted out her version instead – cept I added more cloves, cause yum with the spice, and more apple juice because it was so thick it was doing that exploding bubble thing all over my stove top. That latter was probably a bad idea, because the apple is actually competing with the pumpkin in my batch, but whatevs. It’s delicious.

Pumpkins = Halloween = gothic photography. Obviously. (Those are roasted pumpkin seeds in the little jar in the middle. They’re from the pumpkin that you shall see pictures of tomorrow. Probably.)

I had to try it, right? While I was making my real dinner, I had some sourdough from my freezer toasted with ricotta and the still warm pumpkin butter. If I hadn’t already added the pasta to the water, I probably would have had ten more pieces of this and called it good.

However, pesto? Totally acceptable as well.

If you’re wondering if that pesto is in the shape of an ice cube, the answer is yes. There is a very good reason for that. It’s frozen, and that freezing happened in an ice cube tray. Pesto freezes really really well, so a bounty of basil can be utilized to its full advantage.

Brain food.

That was my weekend. How was yours?