August 21, 2011
And yes, I realize it’s been over a month since my last post… but what can I say? I’ve been frolicking. And traveling. And writing and reading and getting my hands dirty.
Unemployment, contrary to popular opinion, has been conducive to a whole lot of cavorting.
First I spent a few days on a farm where I befriended a few sheep, harvested my first (and second, and hundredth) beet, and did yoga outside next to a pen of squabbly turkeys. Then I went for a run along the Golden Gate Bridge and foraged for wild blackberries (and fennel, and Grecian strawberries, and Ponderosa lemons) in San Francisco. THEN I went to Nashville where I got to go honkey tonkin’, get harassed by a rather forward little Jersey cow, and eat my way through a bucket of crabs and a plate of fried green tomatoes (thankfully not all in one sitting). Finally I returned home to pillage a prolific plum tree on a quiet block of Park Slope, jump in the ocean… and spend hours reading about the nutritive value of organically- vs conventionally-grown tomatoes, sustainable farming methods, and farm-to-table/plate/school initiatives. Yep.
In between all of that, I also managed to make this salad:
Now *that’s* farm to table, baby.
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June 25, 2011
Soul-searching is a funny thing. It is simultaneously thrilling and terrifying, exhausting and exhilarating: somehow managing to feel like flying and free-falling at the same time. It’s hard work. And yet, for as much energy as it must require to fuel a process with such fascinatingly contradictory results, I’ve not found that it builds up much of an appetite — at least not for food, anyway. An appetite for change; for knowledge; for new places, blue skies and greener pastures; yes. An appetite for lunch — not so much.
Lucky for you, I stopped soul-searching just long enough to come to a very important realization: something was missing in my life. Something very important, and (fittingly) green. Something I suspect you too may be missing, going about your life day in and day out without ever noticing its absence.
I mean vegetables, of course. But not just any old vegetables. I am talking about vegetables FOR BREAKFAST.
(I hope none of you is wondering right now whether vegetable cream-cheese counts.)
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September 13, 2010
You have been so sweet. Let me sit back and take a moment to remember you — the salt-crusted skin and the smell of brine; the sound of cicadas and crashing waves; the intense sweetness of a plum after an accidental mouthful of seawater; the feel of falling asleep tucked into a hammock, impossibly both grounded and weightless, floating; the stretch of long days, melting hot and sticky-sweet, and the cool relief of evening — before I say goodbye….
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August 10, 2010
Confession: I tend to go through food phases… crushes, really. I’ll find something I love — like Thai curries, or pineapple fried rice, or this — and then make it (or some variation of it) over and over, eating it for two or three weeks straight, until finally my attentions are arrested by some previously unfamiliar ingredient or flavor combination… thus beginning a brand new love affair.
(Unfortunately for my neighbors, I do the same thing with music: I think I’ve listened to Band of Horses’ “No One’s Gonna Love You” about ten times already today. Sorry guys.)
Now I know some people are averse to eating the same thing more than once or twice in the same two to three-day period — sometimes to the extent that they won’t even eat leftovers — but if I’m being honest (and really, when am I not?), I don’t really understand those people. I mean, leftovers are great! Nevermind that living by myself and not having time to cook every night (or the money to eat out or order in all the time), I pretty much live on leftovers, making double or triple what I’ll eat at any given sitting so I have lunch or dinner for the next day or two.
Luckily for me, the ability to eat the same foods and not get bored (not even close) is also pretty convenient when one is trying to eat seasonally and to take advantage of crops for as long as they’re available.
Isn’t it great when life works out like that? I mean seriously, if I was one of those leftovers-phobic people, I probably wouldn’t have much of a social life.
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June 10, 2010
This past weekend was lovely.
It was lively and relaxing, full of trips uptown to see old friends, trips downtown to see new friends, and trips to the farmer’s market, and perfectly balanced out with some quality time in my kitchen and quiet time on my couch. It was wonderful — except that it was beastly hot, and the thought of turning on the oven to make this olive oil cake I was hoping to bake Saturday afternoon for my friend’s birthday party was totally out of the question.
More to the point, it was time for lunch, and I was hungry.
I desperately wanted tabbouleh, but even the thought of boiling water to cook up some grains was enough to make me wilt. I needed something cold, something crisp and refreshing, and I needed it STAT.
Then, out of the blue, I remembered this carrot salad with harissa, feta and mint that I had salivated over stumbled upon earlier in the week while perusing one of my favorite blogs. It promised to be everything I wanted: crisp and refreshing; light yet satisfying; minty and herbal; sweet and salty. All of that, plus a little kick of citrus? I was sold. Once I got this recipe into my head, wild horses couldn’t stop me from making it.
And if wild horses couldn’t, then I certainly wasn’t going to let the fact that I didn’t have any mint on hand get in the way. Or any harissa. Hmm. Or caraway seeds.
Okay, so it looked like I was going to be winging it.
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