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I love rock n roll

Sunday, July 29th, 2012

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A fabulous coworker of mine had a bunch of people from my office over to her house for a party last night.

She’s from Thailand, and the food was incredible. I took the picture above before everything had been set out, and then when everything was out I was too excited to eat to take another one.

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I had a little of everything. The lettuce wrap looking thing in front is called larb. It was spicy.
The shrimp hiding behind the lettuce is on top of a pile of pad thai. There were two kinds, shrimp and chicken. My coworker banged both kinds out in like ten minutes flat, and they were absolutely restaurant quality. They were also spicy.
In the upper left corner, that’s green curry with tofu over two kinds of rice – regular white and sticky. The rice was not spicy! The curry was spicy.
Finally, the chicken leg is fried chicken (with lemongrass, maybe?) that another Thai coworker brought. It was kind of spicy, and it came with a dipping sauce. The dipping sauce was spicy. Like, SPICY spicy.

Basically I’m not really sure how Thai people have any tastebuds left. Everything was insanely good though. I went back for more pad thai. Twice.

Err.. then the karaoke machine came out and I started singing.

Like, a lot.

It was a good night!

My coworker had told us that we should eat lightly in preparation for the party, so I did. I had some fruit and coffee in the morning, and then used some of the leftover pork to make a quick taco at lunch time.

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Since I didn’t have any pickled slaw left, I used some pickled radishes I made last week instead. I made them based on this recipe from David Lebowitz, and damn if they didn’t come out SO GARLICY that I thought I’d wasted the radishes. Turns out they’re perfect for an application like this, where they’re mixed with other strong and fatty flavors, so I’m glad I didn’t give up on them.

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I ran by the store, too, and picked up some tastiness for the upcoming week. On the menu? Rick Bayless vegetarian tacos (taco time!), farro salad, bruschetta chicken, and fruit. The corn, peaches, and tomatoes pictured all came from Colorado. I love summer time. (Did you hear that red is why tomatoes suck now? That makes me nervous for those red beauties right there, but I literally could not find anything that looked more natural. Well, except $7/lb heirloom tomatoes, and since I’m not making BLATs I wasn’t really up for that kind of investment. The three dollars I saved is half a glass of wine in a restaurant, people. I have my priorities straight.)

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Lots and lots of fruit.

What are you eating this week?

under the bus

Friday, July 27th, 2012

I hate the phrase ‘throw someone under the bus’. That being said, I totally did it twice yesterday.

The first time, my bosses boss came over and asked about an anti-fatigue mat I was supposed to have since I have my standing desk. I told him I asked my boss for it, BECAUSE I HAD. Afterwards my coworker said she thought I got my boss in trouble. Whoops.

The second time was at dinner. Crockett and I had some errands to run, and we stopped on the way home to grab a pizza. A friend of ours that works there was bartending, which is a new position for her, and she was slammed. She got our drinks and put in our pizza order, but then when our pizza came we didn’t have napkins or plates or silverware. We tried to get her attention but then the bar manager saw us trying, and I made a silverware motion and he brought us some.

Then she called me out on it, and I felt absolutely terrible.

So, yeah. Whoops.

The pizza was damn good though. Marinated zucchini, buttermilk ricotta, and mozzarella.

I would eat more right now if I could.

Other dubious decisions I made yesterday: piling my breakfast into a jar like this. Pretty, right?

Eating it was not easy. My hand was covered with yogurt by the time I was done.

To make me feel better, my company gave me a popsicle.

(They did really give me a popsicle, although I don’t think it’s because of my yogurt hand issue. It was just general employee appreciation.)

Anyway. I don’t have another picture of the pork tacos, but I do have the recipe!

Pork Tacos with Asian Pickled Broccoli Slaw
Adapted from Food52 and Mark Bittman

Pork:
3 pound pork shoulder
2 medium onions, quartered
3 cloves garlic, peeled and lightly smushed
1 tsp salt (more if not using a slow cooker)
1 tablespoon cumin

Slaw:
4 cups packaged dressing free broccoli slaw
1/2 cup white vinegar
2 teaspoons toasted sesame oil
1 tablespoon fish sauce
2 tablespoons soy sauce
1 tablespoon brown sugar

For the ‘crema’:
Sour cream (light or otherwise)
Lime juice

Tortillas

For the pork, using a slow cooker:
Cut the pork into fist size chunks. Add with all other ingredients to slow cooker, add water to cover, and cook on low for 8 – 10 hours.

For the pork, using the stove:
Cut the pork into fist size chunks then cut in half again.  Add with all other ingredients to a dutch oven, cover with water, and bring to a boil on the stovetop. Reduce heat to simmer and cook for 1 – 1 1/2 hours.

Either way, when the pork is done, reserve a cup of the water (with as little fat in it as possible) and set the pork on a plate to cool until you can touch it. Discard the onions and garlic.  Shred the pork with your fingers or two forks, and set aside.

Start the slaw an hour before you’re planning on eating. Mix the wet ingredients together with the sugar. Find a dish that you can put something on top of, because you’re going to need to press down on the broccoli so that it all pickles at the same rate. Add the liquid and slaw to the container, cover with plastic, and then rest something on top so that all slaw is submerged.

When you’re ready to eat, mix together the sour cream and lime juice to taste. Fill a tortilla with pork (if it’s cold, reheat it on the stove with a little of the reserved cooking water), add slaw, and top with crema.

sigh

Sunday, October 23rd, 2011

I’m having a boring, frustrating week. I did poorly on an exam (which I may have mentioned), and now I’m feeling the need to prove myself academically, and I’m having a hard time doing it. I just have so much to do that I can’t focus on any one thing long enough to excel.

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The work – it is constant.

Anyway.

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I know it’s no Dogfish Head – but I love me some pumpkin beer, and this one is pretty tasty.

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On Monday I made vaguely Asian inspired tempeh and butternut squash tacos. I thought breaking the tempeh into smaller pieces would make it more flavorful, but then I baked it after marinating it, and it dried out. It took a lot of greek yogurt to make them moist enough again – but at that point, they were pretty tasty.

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On Tuesday night, we went out with my parents to Southern Sun.

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I had one of the specials, a steak sandwich with horseradish mayo and melted cheese of some variety called ‘I can’t remember but it was white and damn delicious’.

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And my mom gave me a piece of her crabcake sandwich.

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My dad had the other special, the fish and chips. I love fish and chips, but for whatever reason I was of the opinion that my sandwich would be healthier.

Obviously that was not the case.

Fortunately, my sandwich was good enough that I didn’t regret not ordering the fish. I wanted a bite, but by the time I looked up, there were only fries remaining – clearly the fish was not a disappointment either.

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Crockett had a salad with pecans and arugula and who knows what else. He loved it, but he ate half my sandwich too. That’s the problem with salad, yo. Sometimes you just need a sandwich too .

On Thursday, Crockett made beer.

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In an enormous pot in our kitchen.

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With hops from our hops plant.

It’s bubbling away under my feet right now.

Yesterday, Crockett went to the CU homecoming game and I stayed home to work. I took two quick breaks – one to make chocolate chip cookies and one to make cauliflower gratin.

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For breakfast today: plain yogurt with cherries and a crumbled cookie.

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For lunch today: cauliflower gratin (made with orange cauliflower, not purple and orange like Deb’s).

The cookies are mediocre, due to some changes I made to the recipe because of last minute ‘holy shit I haven’t gone to the store lately’ shortages, but the gratin? People, it’s like macaroni and cheese if the macaroni were replaced with delicious firm cauliflower instead.

Anyway. I’ll be better about posting this week, promise.

How was everyone else’s week?

Sixty

Saturday, February 19th, 2011

My momma turned 60 years old yesterday!

Wait, let’s back up.

I sort of feel like I’ve been all cookies all the time since Valentines day, so yesterday I decided to start off with a nice fruitful smoothie instead.

Mmmm, smoothie. I finally bought Grape Nuts, so I’m back to my yogurt/milk/frozen banana/blueberries/Grape Nuts combination. Crunchy and delicious.

Crockett left last night for two ski trips. It’s all very exciting – first he’s going to Vail with some old friends, and then he’s driving to Crested Butte with some other old friends. All of these friends are men, so if you’re picturing nine days of snowboarding, cigars, and scotch, you’re probably not far off. At least, that’s how I picture it. Perhaps right now they’re sitting around discussing how much they miss their girlfriends. Who knows.

We had some crucial Costco shopping to do before he left, so we ended up nibbling on Costco snacks and eating a late lunch.

We’re still working our way through the Asian Cabbage Casserole from Sunday. I swear to god it’s actually multiplying in the fridge, and now that he’s gone the remaining servings are up to me. Making an appropriate amount of food for two people is proving to be something of a challenge – more than twice what I needed alone, but less than a full family size.

Then, it was BIRTHDAY TIME!


That’s right, ladies and gentlemen. My wonderful mother turned 60 years old yesterday.

See her, there towards the right, already getting ready to walk away and welcome more guests?

One of her good friends put together this great party in the back room of The Cactus Wheel in downtown Louisville. There were 30+ people there, and we had margaritas and all sorts of fun. My mom is a competitive sprinter and cyclist, and most of her friends are as well, so this was a room full of athletic fabulousness.

She got all kinds of fun cards and presents.

That’s my hand-drawn hilarity in the top right corner.

In case you were wondering.

Crockett came by to say happy birthday to my mom, before he took off to pick up his friends from the airport. He and my dad had a beer and talked about all the crazy athletes in the room.

I had tilapia tacos, which were great. I think we overwhelmed the Cactus Wheel’s tiny kitchen, because the food came out in fits and spurts and mine took an awfully long time. It’s a small restaurant, and 30 people ordering at once must’ve hit them hard. Everything was good, though.

We had cake (also courtesy of my  mom’s lovely friend Valerie). And then? Things started to get a little goofy.

Like, helium sucking goofy.

I gave my mom a new updo, appropriate for her new age, and, then I went home. You know, sometimes grown ups don’t want their kids around to witness their goofiness.

Happy Birthday Mom!

psych. oh.

Sunday, November 7th, 2010

Friday was rough, y’all. I had two glasses of wine over about four hours, and I woke up hung over.

At least I did it in a nice cushy hotel bed.

I suspect that all of the breakdancing dehydrated me, creating a higher blood alcohol percentage than such a reasonable amount of wine would have normally done. I suspect that, because the alternative is that my ripe old age of 29 means I’m too old to drink two glasses of wine, dance until midnight, and then hop up the next morning happy and refreshed.

The hangover required a substantial breakfast.

Sadly, the eggs were truly horrific. When I dished them up, I found the smell a little off-putting, but I wanted some protein so I toughed it out. However, they tasted worse than they smelled. I think the onions were slightly past their prime, cut too large, and undercooked. Onions and I have a hard time. We have our moments, but it’s mostly when they’re fully deliciously caramelized.

I blame it all on a job I had in college that involved cutting all the rotten parts out of purple onions so they could be diced for a salad bar.

You haven’t known nauseous until you’ve become intimately familiar with the smell of rotten onion.

Or been pregnant. So I’ve heard.

I ate the apple and the tiny muffin (which was good) and supplemented with some overly sweet yogurt (I like mine plain) and a tiny blueberry scone (outside: yummy, inside: not). Basically, breakfast was sad and not enough to carry me happily through the talks that followed.

You know that thing where your head keeps dropping and you catch it at the last second and you look like you’re doing some very slow jive move?

Despite much coffee, that was me.

When lunch rolled around, I passed on the sandwiches that seemed to focus on green cheese. Because I’m not Dr. Seuss.

Chowder and a  cucumber wrapped panzanella were better, but still not great.

In order to compensate, I had to have two desserts.

They were those cute shooters like they serve in PF Changs. This one was cappuccino mousse on top with chocolate mousse on the bottom. Good, but custards aren’t really my thing. I prefer to trade my calories for texture.

Afterwards, still mildly unsatisfied, I tried one of the vanilla caramel desserts that everyone else was ignoring. The chocolate, cappuccino, and raspberry ones went like wildfire, but there was a rumor in the crowd that the liquid caramel under the vanilla custard was too strong.

I am here today to tell you that is patently untrue.

That caramel was fucking delicious. (Yeah, family friendly, I know. Sometimes the word just has to be invoked.)

The desserts carried me through the rest of the conference, including the announcement that I did not win the poster conference, but that I did do very very well. Yippee-ki-yi-yay.

I came home, exhausted, on the downside of a sugar high and a hangover, and I did my favorite thing in the world.

Sat on the couch and talked to Crockett.

We went out to get some dinner, but we ate at the bar and it was dark and we were watching a fellow we’d just met unsuccessfully try to make a new lady friend and ok fine I forgot to take a picture. I had Chicharrone Style Chicken Tacos (Breaded and Fried, Avocado, Cilantro, Hot Sauce). They were delicious and a fine goodbye to the whole ‘damn if I care how my heart feels about my meal’ attitude that I’ve (apparently) had my whole life.

If you found out you needed to permanently modify your diet, what would you eat before you started?