Posts Tagged ‘soup’

vegetables

Friday, January 6th, 2012

I know, I’m not trying to eat more healthily. Don’t you just want vegetables sometimes, though?

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Sweet potato and spaghetti squash curry.

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Green beans…

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Roasted with garlic. Have you ever roasted green beans? I don’t know why this is new to me – I’ve roasted every other vegetable under the sun. They got all hot and wrinkly and delicious.

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Green goddess smoothies.

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And sort-of miso soup.

This was loosely based on Deb’s Carrot Soup with Miso and Sesame, but I ended up changing a bunch of the proportions and adding apples because I didn’t want leftovers and then when I went to get the carrots, I had half as many as I thought I had and half of those were kind of slimy. Basically, it could have come out better.

Still, though – vegetables! In January! It’s almost like I’m making an effort!

Speaking of making an effort, I signed up for a half marathon that’s on April 1st. (Yes, I double checked. It’s a real race.)

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I even have a plan.

Again – almost like I’m making a new year’s effort, here.

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.

I CAN HAVE CRANBERRY SAUCE NOW.

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?

Sandra Bullock

Friday, October 28th, 2011

She’s so adorable, is she not? She was 27 when this cute shit was filmed in 1991, and I was 10 in 1991… so perhaps she’s too old to want to hang out with me – but I would totally chill with her all the live long day.

(I have Speed playing was I write this. Dude, my brother and I must have watched this movie once every other week when I was in high school. The only movie that was higher on the rotation list was, obviously, Tremors.)

I didn’t get to see Sandra today.

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Since I used up my steel cut oats on Tuesday, I decided to try something new. It was $3.19 for a one pound bag, making it more expensive than oats from the bulk bins at Whole Foods. However, it’s five grains are rolled whole wheat, rye, oats, barley, and triticale. And it has flaxseed. It sounded like something in there would probably be chewy, and I’m sure it’s 100% healthy.

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I cooked it up with water and some frozen cherries, for sweetness and because frozen cherries are proof that Costco loves me and wants me to be happy.

Sadly, it was pretty chew free. It was texturally interesting, though, so I’ll definitely finish the bag.

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This is the only picture I took today in natural light. I walked the girls before I left for school (like I do every day), and this tree with the sun rising behind it was just too gorgeous. Sadly, it was 22 degrees, so I think the rest of the world missed this.

Then – lecture (teaching, not taking), meetings, lunch (Malt ‘O Meal with peanut butter – I decided no one wants to see more hot cereal), gym….

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I got home midafternoon and tackled my pile of homework. I need to get ahead of the game on homework because I have this paper that was submitted to a conference that isn’t done, and if our abstract is accepted then they’ll expect us to actually have the paper. And right now I’m the hold up. Sigh.

Crockett went to hang out with his niblings (children of his sibling), so when dinner rolled around I knew exactly what to cook.

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Romanesco broccoli. (It’s actually cauliflower). If you haven’t seen it before (like Crockett), it can be a little scary.

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He thinks it looks like someone was messing around with genetics, but it’s been available in Italy since at least the 16th century.  It’s just one of those things. I actually bought it two weeks ago, and I kept thinking I would do something special with it since it’s so wacky looking, but that special idea never came. I just plain roasted it.

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I saved Crockett a piece, though. So he wouldn’t feel left out.

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I am in the process of eating half the cauliflower (the other half is in the fridge) with some butternut squash soup from a box that I added some yellow curry powder to, and some crackers and goat cheese.

Yum.

 

 

 

 

it’s not very interesting being me this week

Tuesday, October 11th, 2011

I went into this week with a series of very important tasks. I have a midterm tomorrow, a take home midterm due Friday, and three homework assignments due either tomorrow or Friday.

I have finished two of the assignments and most of the third, and begun to study for tomorrow’s exam.

The most interesting thing that has happened so far is the fact that yesterday my tenant emailed me to let me know he was distinctly lacking in the hot water department. I took a few minutes off of studying yesterday afternoon to pop over and see if I could relight the pilot – but there was a gigantic puddle of water under the heater. Turns out, that’s not a good sign.

I then took more time off of studying to go to Home Depot and pick out a new water heater. It’s being installed today by a man named Michael Myers.

I think that’s awesome.

That his name is Mike Myers, not that I had to buy a new water heater that I can’t really afford.

cherry oatmeal

Before the water heater debacle, I went to class – an endeavor fueled by stone ground oats mixed with cottage cheese and cherries. (The cherries were frozen, so I stuck a bunch in saucepan and cooked them down into an unsweeted jam over the weekend – that’s the big blob in the middle of the oats).

white bean and mushroom soup

Back home again, I finally finished the white bean and mushroom soup I made last week. I take my new not throwing food away rule very seriously – this soup is like a week old. It was still pretty good.

pluot

Afterwards, I wanted chocolate but settled for an enormous pluot.

brie and olives

Crockett got home at about 4 and hadn’t eaten lunch yet, so he made himself a monster sandwich – to keep my appetite in sync, I had a couple of pieces of bread with brie and a few olives.

SO DELICIOUS.

I don’t know why I don’t eat just cheese and bread all the time.

fish cakes

Oh, right, this is why I don’t.

White Fish Cakes
Based on Salmon Croquettes, from How To Cook Everything On-The-Go

2 small white fish fillets (I used flounder)
2 small russet potatoes
2 shallots
1 clove garlic
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
1 egg
1/2 cup finely torn or chopped pieces of bread (crusts ok)
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 tablespoon melted butter

Prick the potatoes all over with a fork and microwave them for 7 minutes, stopping once to flip them over. Set aside to cool a little bit.

Pan fry the fish with a little salt in a non-stick pan over medium high heat. If you have thin fillets, it will take less than two minutes per side. Set aside.

Peel the potatoes and add them to a bowl in chunks. Finely chop or grate the shallots and garlic into the bowl, and then add the mustard, olive oil, and egg. Mash it all up.

Add the bread crumbs and the fish, and stir until the fish has broken up and is pretty evenly distributed. Form the mixture into six or seven palm size patties, and refrigerate until you’re ready for dinner.

When you’re ready to cook, heat your same non-stick pan over medium to medium low. Brush the patties on one side with melted butter (thinly) and add to the pan. Cook for 5 – 7 minutes, or until the bottom is nicely brown. Brush the exposed side with butter and flip, cooking until they’re warm through and the bottom browns again.

Serve with lemon wedges.

We ate ours with roasted asparagus and leftover brussels sprouts salad.

Mmmm.

Brain food.

it’s plum o’clock somewhere

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

Yesterday, there was salad.

buffalo chik'n salad

There was coffee.

coffee

A lot of coffee.

water fountain

There was a new drinking fountain (on what is possibly the ugliest wall ever) at the gym. See, there’s a water bottle filler thingy above the drink-from-here thingy! (I don’t know why someone hasn’t already hired me as official namer of things.)

 

ramen

There was ramen (Thai Kitchen Bangkok Curry).

There was homework.

There was Costco, and a trip to the mall to return two shirts to Banana Republic that ended with us leaving with two (different) shirts from Banana and two shirts from J Crew (not all mine, Crockett was with me).

Most importantly, though?

There was pizza.

plum and pork pizza

I realize this is not the most attractive pizza you’ve ever seen. Partially, that’s because I made my own dough and then froze it in a pizza shape, and during the baking process it stuck to the foil I baked it on. Every piece had to be flipped and peeled before it could be eaten.

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What it lacked in prettiness, it made up for in damn-that’s-tasty-ness.

Plum and Pulled Pork Pizza

More of a suggestion than a recipe, ok? As in, I suggest that the next time you have these ingredients on hand, this is what you do with them. The suggested qualities are per serving – I made a pizza big enough for the two of us, so I used twice as much of everything as listed.

Pulled pork – any recipe, about half a cup 
Plums – preferably large ones, so you don’t end up with a lot of peel, about 1/2 
Goat cheese – 1/3 cup
Mozzarella – 1/3 cup
Thyme – teaspoon, dry
Olive oil
Pizza dough (fresh, homemade, frozen – I suspect even Boboli would work here)

  1. Heat the oven to 450, with the pan you want to cook the pizza on inside.
  2. Using a mandoline or a sharp knife, slice the pitted plum(s) into 1/8 inch thick slices.
  3. Separate the pork into bite size strands and chunks.
  4. Mix together the goat cheese and mozzarella in a small bowl.
  5. Roll out whatever pizza dough you’re using. (You want to be able to transfer it, so think small rather than huge (or use whatever your regular pizza baking strategy is)).
  6. Smoosh the cheese mixture over the dough and sprinkle over the thyme. Lay out the plum slices, overlapping in places (they’ll shrink in the oven) and brush them with olive oil. It’s fine if some of the oil gets onto the cheese or dough. Evenly distribute the pork over the top.
  7. Bake for about 18 minutes. If the pork starts to burn, you can cover the top with foil. (Alternatively, bake the whole thing for 10 minutes and then pull it out and add the pork and stick it back in).
  8. Eat it.

It’s sweet, but savory. Cheese, but not too cheesy.

It may be my single favorite pizza I’ve ever made, and I’m terrified that Crockett is going to eat the leftovers before I get home.

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With it, I served this salad. I already had the mandoline out, I had brussels sprouts, I had a new chunk of romano cheese from Costco – I was all set. The only changes I made were to leave out the thyme and to use almonds instead of hazelnuts.

I’ve recently realized that hazelnuts always taste stale to me.

Even in Nutella.

With that blasphemy, I leave you for class.

Bye!

I have a new boyfriend. His name is MarsEdit.

Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

Please consider this both a post and an experiment, k? I finally finally finally joined the ranks of people who like the internet who also know that a web interface isn’t the always best thing ever. (What. WordPress, I love you, but come on. You know you’re a pain in the ass sometimes.)

watermelon

Sugar continued to be my friend through Saturday night. I took advantage of that fact to eat an entire half watermelon. By myself. In mah bellah. Immediately preceding a run. Sloshsloshslosh.

What. I never claimed I was a genius.

vegetarian corn dogs

What does a hungry and sugar loving girl eat when ketchup and fake meat is back on the ok list?

FAKE CORN DOGS, of course.

I’m disappointed that you guys even had to ask.

potato soup

To finish the meal trifecta, I made loaded baked potato soup. (Except with light sour cream and bacon as a garnish only. Just because I was indulging doesn’t mean I had to be awesome about it.)

Crockett beer book

Oh yeah – Crockett is going to start making beer in … our garage? Our basement? Who can say. Perhaps he’s just going to read the book.

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I have no idea what happened to yesterday.

Oh, wait – yes I do.

Linear Vector Spaces happened to yesterday. There are no pictures. You’re welcome.

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Today I made the unfortunate choice of having tuna salad for breakfast. Unfortunate why? Because my breath smelled like tuna all day?

Oh, if only it were that simple.

I sneezed while eating it while driving, and now my car smells like tuna.

Yeah.

cobb salad

And then? I ate a terrible cobb salad for lunch. The egg didn’t taste like egg. The bacon didn’t taste like bacon. There was roughly a gallon of ranch dressing. Obviously this will teach me not to forget my breakfast and then eat my breakfast as lunch. It leads to a fishy smelling car and a crappy lunch.

fish bowl

We made up for all the unfortunateness with  dinner, though. Crockett grilled some flounder that I got on screaming sale (he marinated it too – in pure deliciousness) and I gently spiced (thyme, cayenne, cumin, onion) and heated up some canned black beans.

So simple. So frugal. So tasty.

I don’t know why we eat out so often.

Oh wait, yeah I do.

 

back in the saddle

Friday, August 19th, 2011

Did I mention that we drove home? From Michigan? To Louisville, CO, the best small town in America?

No trip would be complete without the obligatory picture of Crockett and our coffee cups. This place was called Diane’s, and it was in Gaylord, Michgan.

Of course I didn’t giggle at all about the name of the town.

That you know of.

Anyway, the restaurant had full 80′s decor and the item on the specials menu that I wanted was sold out – a fact that was shared with me after I’d ordered it and while the waitress stood there tapping her toe. I defaulted to the benedict, and wished I hadn’t – by weight it was half hollandaise. I would have taken a picture, but I believe in your ability to picture a place of yellow sauce with lumps underneath. (I feel like I’m being awful, but Yelp confirms that it’s hit or miss, so… awful it is.)

We stopped at the beach after breakfast, for one last view.

I may or may not have been yelling ‘ahoy, mateys’ when Crockett took this picture.

You can’t go to the beach with your man without taking a kiss picture.

Seriously, it’s against the law in Michigan.

I checked.

When I took this picture, I said ‘wow, you’re a badass, babe’. When his mom saw this picture, she requested that I stop goading her son into dangerous actions. (Cough*trampoline*cough).

We had big plans for a quick drive home. 19 hours, two people, one kick ass car – power through, amirite?

We stopped not once but twice. Once in Appleton, WI (a stop we were expecting, because we left MI very late in the day), at a La Quinta that was spacious and clean and delicious smelling and gave us a coupon for the Texas Roadhouse that shared a parking lot.

La Quinta, I love you.

The second time, there was no La Quinta, and we’d had good luck at the Super 8 on the way to NY, and…

It was my decision, and I admit it was a crappy one. We had to switch rooms because the first one smelled musty, and when I took my shoes off, the carpet was WET. Like, 100% of it was 100% wet. BLEAAHHHH. The second room came with a card that talked very seriously about the security risks and recommended that we never spend time in the room without both engaging the chain and manually locking the additional deadlock. Also, the air conditioner sounded like there was a gimp locked in it.

The view of corn was the best that the Super 8 in York, NE, had to offer.

I had such high hopes, York. Your balloon made you seem whimsical, but you in fact welcomed us with a hotel receptionist that (I’m 99% sure) had a meth problem.

We arrived home to happy puppies and an empty fridge. I pulled a half&half-fruit grocery run, because otherwise our coffee drinking selves would have been miserable in the morning, and then threw together this delicious looking sampler platter.

Crockett’s grandma’s pickled beets were on there, but I ate them before I even took the picture. I loved them so much that she took some back from a neighbor just to send me home with a jar. (I’m sure that neighbor is a huge fan of me right about now, because I get the sense the neighbor was less into picked beets than I am. The jar had dust on it.)

Fudge sampler there in the front. Cherry chocolate, vanilla walnut, and dark chocolate.

And my sampler was the end of my vacation:

Dinner tonight, left to right: a ginormous pile of old probability and statistics exams (Why do I have exams when the section I’m co-teaching hasn’t started yet? Only the shadow knows.), a bowl of Thai Kitchen Garlic and Vegetable Instant Rice Noodle Soup (my least favorite flavor, therefore perked up with frozen veggies and sauteed tofu), a tiny glass of Toasted Head chardonnay, and the ubiquitous grad student laptop.

Back to real life.

 

Spring sprung

Saturday, March 19th, 2011

See?

These little crocuses appeared in our front yard.

I don’t know where they came from. Crockett might have planted them at some point, but I prefer to think that they just happily landed in what looked like the funnest house on the street.

I don’t know very much about flowers. What is this goofy thing that looks like it’s trying to grow a sucker out of it’s face? Is it going to try to suck my blood or something? Seems unlikely.

These little guys are my favorite. They’re working so hard to climb up from inside the grasses.

I thought about trying to clear the grass away, but I think maybe the grass is protecting them from the frost, so I’m going to let them keep hiding.

In order to celebrate spring, I had strawberry muesli and? Bought new placemats.

Except that they’re not placemats.

They’re scrapbooking pages that I bought at Michael’s.

Pretty, huh.

I got one with sock monkeys, too.

You’ll just have to hold out for that.

Because right now this one seems most appropriate.

Flowers aren’t sophisticated enough for lunch, though.

Silly flowers.

A lunch of tomato soup with wild and brown rice and fresh greens (and more of the 567 pounds of strawberries that have taken over our kitchen) requires stripes.

It’s like formal wear for a home cooked lunch.

Except that the tomato soup came in a box.

I stirred in the rices and mixed greens to liven it up a little and heated it all up on the stove.

Spring in a bowl.

Also, grapefruit.

Have you ever noticed how grapefruits get kind of weird inside when they get old? Kind of… actually, I’m not going to try to describe it, because then I’ll get grossed out and won’t be able to eat my remaining grapefruits.

Carry on.

starry starry night

Tuesday, February 8th, 2011

I did mention that I have a perfectly good office, right?

I do.

I swear.

My working at the coffee table is a choice.

P.S. Yes, this is instant coffee. What? Crockett had been out of town for like 12 hours, and he’s the coffee maker. I no longer stock my pre-ground beans, and turns out when he’s not around to grind ‘em I’m just not that motivated.

When I work at the coffee table, I sit on the floor.

Cloey think that means she gets to lord it over me.

Maida, on the other hand, finds it all just tooooo boring.

My orchids were not doing well in this window – but don’t they look pretty with the snow?

Are you asking yourself if this is the same coffee table at lunch as it was at breakfast?

It is.

Are you asking yourself if I moved between lunch and breakfast?

I didn’t, aside from the preparation required for said lunch and breakfast. And said preparation was minimal. I microwaved some broccoli soup (from a box, not as good as the butternut squash but not bad) and then microwaved a Chik’n pattie, and then chopped the pattie up for toast with Franks wing sauce.

Some days a microwave is a girl’s best friend.

These are scrambled eggs. Topped with salsa. On whole wheat bread.

And wait, is that more broccoli soup?

Yes, yes it is.

You know what else it is, though?

A DIFFERENT TABLE.

That’s right.

The downstairs one.

Dinner: Coffee table – 0, Emma – 1.

I felt much better this morning. I consider this cold mostly defeated. Better enough to use the elliptical while watching Glee (no I didn’t cry jesus christ why would you even ask ok fine I DID are you happy now?) and then do sit-ups, even. Maida acted as my sit-up buddy.

In an effort to branch out from the Morningstar Farm Chik’n patties of yesterday, I microwaved a salmon cake and smooshed it up to put on toast with green chili mustard for lunch.

Not pictured except where that green mug very slightly appears in the corner: more broccoli soup.

I took a very slight homework break today to go to Lowe’s and find some alternate plants for the window, so I could move the poor scorched orchids out of the direct sun. Now I have aloe and … three other things whose names I’ve already forgotten. That’s ok, though – they’re all ‘bright light’ babies.

walk like an egyptian

Sunday, February 6th, 2011

I’m not a good sick person.

I spend a lot of time declaring my imminent death, and time starts to blur together.

Friday night was first Friday, but in the war between art and whining about my cold, whining won. We ended up going downtown Louisville, where we actually saw some art anyway – which basically means that my cold is some kind of magic eight ball.

Crockett had butternut squash risotto. It was delicious.

As if there were any suspense to be had….

I had the calamari salad.

Saturday morning I woke up sick and ravenous.

Is it feed a fever starve a cold? Because if it’s that way I’m definitely doing it wrong.

I filled the bowl up as full as humanly possible.

I was watched. Or my cereal was watched.

It’s so hard to know what’s going on in the head of a puppy.

Friends of ours had a co-ed baby shower yesterday, so we got nibblies for lunch, and then Crockett took off in the middle of a snowstorm for a mountain weekend with the boys.

What’s a sickish girl to eat when she’s all alone with snow and her puppies?

Butternut squash soup from a box, of course. With a little (ok, a lot of) hot sauce, poured over a spoonful of yogurt (invisible but there), and topped with some toasted pecans.

So yummy.

I do have a perfectly good office somewhere in this house, in case you’re wondering – I just choose not to work there.

See? Snow.

Just in case you thought I was lying.