Posts Tagged ‘tea’

heat wave

Wednesday, July 25th, 2012

When I run in the morning, there are bunnies EVERYWHERE. You can see the two there, who could not have cared less about my presence or picture taking, but there is actually one in that yard further on and two out of the frame to the left as well.

I think they’re going out early to escape the heat, just like me.

When I got home from my run, I did what I usually do. I destroyed the kitchen while packing breakfast and lunch. I don’t know why I needed four containers of vegetables and two containers of yogurt all out at the same time. I do know why I needed an enormous container of blueberries, though.

Because blueberries are delicious! Duh. Also, Stash pomegranate raspberry green tea is slightly more tolerable than Tazo Zen green tea. I’m going to keep drinking it though – I think it’s probably like coffee. Nobody likes coffee at first, they just drink it because this is America and that’s what we drink, galdarnit.

There’s a slight possibility I’m wrong about that last part.

See, this is why I had to make such a big mess in the kitchen. It takes a lot of stuff to put together a salad of mixed greens with  chickpea chicken curry, a bag of mixed veggies, and a white bean basil dip.

(I’m totally lying. All of this, with the exception of the veggies, was already prepared.)

Something that is justifiably messy? A SUPER DUPER ripe peach. I took this picture to show how it the flesh was red like half an inch down from the skin. It was a glorious drippy experience.

When I got home, I found Crockett facing off against the heat – he was in the backyard assembling our new air conditioner! The swamp cooler has done it’s best, I’m not degrading it, but the air conditioner will mean that we can close up the house during the day without worrying about coming home to a … well, a swamp.

I dutifully assisted by sitting next to the window with a book and a glass of wine, so I could hand tools over when necessary.

This is how air conditioners work, right?

When we decided it was too dark to finish, I put together some pork tacos that were FAB. I’ll tell you about the pork and the slaw tomorrow, k? K.

Basil White Bean Spread

I’m calling this a spread because puree sounds sort of blah, and it’s not really hummus because it has a different kind of bean AND no nuts or seeds. SO. Spread.

1 cup dry cannellini beans or two 15 oz cans cannellini
As much basil as you need to remove from your basil plant (this would also work with other soft herbs – 1 to 2 handfuls is probably ideal)
1/4 – 1/2 cup olive oil
kosher salt (start with 1/4 of  a teaspoon if you used canned beans, 1/2 teaspoon if you cooked them yourself)
2 – 3 cloves raw garlic

If you’re starting with dry beans, you can use my new and exciting bean cooking method. Put them in a slow cooker on low with water to cover and cook for three hours. Test, add salt, and cook for another half hour to one and half hours, depending on how done they were. Don’t soak. DO look for rocks, though. It’s my understanding that rocks will never soften in a slow cooker. (You’re welcome.)

Either let the beans cool or rinse the starch off the canned beans, and put everything but the olive oil into a food processor. Whiz for awhile, scrape the sides, and then turn it back on and slowly pour in the smaller amount of olive oil.

This is where you get to exercise your personal preference. (Again, you’re super welcome). Taste it and add more salt, more olive oil, some bean water or some milk if you’d like it thinner but not more olive oily, and anything else you want. Suggestions include oil packed sundried tomatoes (definitely chop them first), pine nuts, or parmesan. Or olive. Man, now I wish I’d added olives. That’ll move you closer to a tapenade, but that’s ok! That’s why we called it a spread.

Eat on crackers, veggies, or as a sandwich spread. Or off a spoon. Or your finger. No judgement here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wish

Tuesday, July 24th, 2012

I wish that people were honest about how distracting dangly earrings are when you’re wearing them.

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Especially when they jingle.

I wish that everyone was lucky enough to have coworkers who brought them home presents from business trips.

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Even if those present are shoes with claws.

I wish you didn’t think that was a hypodermic needle. Come on, guys. It’s powdered sunscreen. We walk outside after lunch most days.

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I wish that I liked green tea as much as I love Kashi. Green tea is good for you, and it has such cool names!

I still hate it.

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I wish that biting all the delicious mango off the mango seed didn’t leave grody strings in my teeth.

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I wish I’d remembered to bring vegetables with lunch today. Instead, I remembered the chicken and chickpea curry (Maya Kaimal, y’all), but had to buy the veggies from the cafeteria. They cost $2.38. I was cranky, but full.

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I wish every house were required to have window boxes full of flowers.

This is not my house. My house does not have window boxes full of flowers.

Finally?

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I wish I could eat Humboldt Fog with honey and crackers and fresh blueberries for dinner every day for the rest of my natural life.

… Ok, I could actually probably make that last one happen, at least for awhile. I’d probably get tired of it if it didn’t feel like a treat, you know?

Or not. Man, I love me some goat cheese.

P.S. I feel like I dropped a lot of brand names today. I guess I was feeling lazy? Who knows. None of these brands know or care that I’m talking about them.

P.P.S. Everyone loves them some goat cheese, right?

whaa?

Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

I just deleted a spam comment that included a spoiler from the season premiere of Glee. Low blow, spammers, low blow.

This whole no sugar thing does not lend itself to easily grabbed foods.

Unless you have things already prepared. And the only thing I had prepared was my last jalepeno spinach fritatta muffin.

To fill the caloric gap, I turned to the trusty celery vehicle and peanut butter.

Speaking of peanut butter – there are no pictures from dinner last night because Crockett was at a concert and dinner was me, a spoon, and a freshly opened jar of chunky pb.

Sometimes that’s just how you need to roll, you know?

Unshockingly, some peanut butter and a tiny muffin did not carry me happily through the morning. When I got home at 1:45, I was so hungry I was nauseous. Poor, poor planning.

I literally ate the first diet appropriate things that my hands landed on – a little Laughing Cow mozzarella and basil cheese wedge mixed up with some watery tomatoes, some hummus, half a package of button mushrooms to scoop it to my mouth, and some pickles. (Not pictured, the many many mushrooms with hummus that accidentally fell into my mouth on the way to the table.)

It was roughly as appealing as it looks, but I ate the hell out of it.

(Crockett just looked over my shoulder and asked what those delicious looking mushrooms are – so perhaps the pink sauce is in fact good looking if you didn’t eat it.)

Eating gave me enough energy to go for a short run in mah new shoes that I keep forgetting to write about, and then I showered and found that I desperately needed tea. Warm, sweet (artificial), delicious chai tea.

Oh, and also string cheese.

Because string cheese, yo.

I’m getting down to work now in our new kitchen accoutrement. This stool actually came from my townhouse, and when I moved into Crockett’s house we couldn’t find a place for it. We just today realized that all the way down, it’s roughly kitchen table height.

Also, it’s adorable.

It makes me feel like Judy Jetson. And everyone knows she was really good at statistics.

 

 

 

 

 

the lost weekend

Tuesday, November 16th, 2010

Sadly, this story is not going where you think it’s going.

Friday morning I had a very important date.

This lovely lady is my co-blogger on The Road More Travelled. We’ve been friends since we were 12(ish) and she is that friend that I know I will have when I’m old and grey and bitching about the crappy food at the old folks home.  She had me to her house, which had been very seasonally decorated by her little ones.

She fed me a very South Beach friendly meal, because her husband has been doing something very similar for literally years now. She’s used to it.

Lady Grey tea. Apparently this isn’t all that popular, but I adore it. If you haven’t had it, close your eyes and let your memory of Earl Grey tickle your tastebuds. Now add a little orange and a little lemon and subtract a little tannin. Oh with the yum. I never keep it in my house because only Twinings makes it commercially and my local stores don’t stock it, and our local tea house is like 11 whole miles away so clearly I can’t get there very often (even thought they make their own blend and it’s damn tasty). Thank goodness Laura is around to compensate for these failings of mine.

This is what happens when you stick an iPhone in a hot steamy oven.

In case you were wondering.

That lovely souffle looking thing is a crustless quiche that she made with ham, packaged cholesterol free eggs, and some delicious cheese. (It flattened out when we removed it from the oven, it wasn’t truly six inches thick.)

Fruit salad. Technically fruit isn’t in my phase 1 list of allowed foods, but honestly, like I’ve been following those rules. I ate it up. (Don’t worry, I checked out the real South Beach book today and I’m going to follow the real rules, not the half-assed-learned-them-on-the-internets rules.)

Are you jealous right now? I’m jealous and I got to eat it.

She’s the best. Plus?

She totally gave me the Las Vegas cup. That’s just how she rolls.

I did go to school on Friday, but I have no photographic proof because I didn’t eat while I was there. (You can consider that foreshadowing, if you’re the kind of person who likes to consider foreshadowing instead of just internalizing it and moving on.)

I did, however, send Crockett this series of IM messages before leaving campus:

Hey how’re you feeling?
The cold that’s been hovering over me has hit
Nose throat head
Blah

Cold or no cold, we had big plans.

That dude in the red shirt?

It was his birthday happy hour. We went to see him, have fun, be crazy, etc etc. We toured around Louisville, crashing more than one corporate happy hour, and ended up out with pizza. Pictures were not so successful, due to bar lighting. Oh, except?

This one. This one came out great. If I weren’t already with this guy, I’d be tracking down his phone number and dating status right now.

Saturday, the cold had hit with the vengeance that only November colds can have. (That’s what I was foreshadowing earlier, so you can stop holding your breath now.)

I don’t know what I ate all weekend. Yesterday I managed to get out of bed and stagger to my office to do some homework, but the only evidence I have of food is this.

Yogurt with almonds and honey. I seem to remember there being cereal, as well.

It was all very exciting.

How was your weekend?