I grew some carrots, and then I roasted them. I grew some greens, and then I put them on a BLT. Then I made a salad with store bought greens (how much do you want to bet that at least 3 dummies are gonna skim this post and then post a comment like "YUM! THAT SALAD LOOKS GREAT I BET IT FEELS GOOD TO GROW YOUR OWN LETTUCE! CHECK OUT MY BLOG!") and I put chunks of fresh mozzarella on it, and topped it with some of my friend's strawberry-ginger-rosemary jam mixed in with some balsamic and olive oil. It was really good.
Today I took a bike ride with my friend and we rode our kids to the park, watched them play, took them out for ice cream, and rode back to her place. It was awesome and now I'm pining for a bicycle. I am officially saving my pennies for one. Then should I do a trailer, or a kid seat on the back? I think trailer, probably, because then I could store shit in it.
HEY DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS A CATASTROPHIC OIL SPILL AND WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE? Yeah, I knew that too. But at least I had a pleasant day off from work.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Monster noodles are back on our regular meal agenda, with one small addition. I don't often have quite enough ingredients on hand (despite shopping for things specifically- it's easy to dip into stuff that's meant for something else) to complete a big bowl of pesto, and lately I've been doing this thing to stretch my pesto that is making my life pretty goddamn awesome. KEEP IN MIND, that if you are a pesto purist, this is an abomination unto the lord, but I find it seriously delicious.
Take your normal pesto recipe, (which should be something like, basil, one clove of garlic, olive oil, parmesan, some nuts like walnuts or pinenuts, lemon juice, and salt & pepper) boil your noodles, and then spoon about half a cup of plain whole milk yogurt into a bowl. Scoop a small amount of pasta water out after the pasta is done cooking, dump it in with the yogurt and use it to thin it out a little, then dump that into the pesto and mix it around, and TA DA. Creamy pesto. Picture me, the super hippie, with small woodland creatures nesting in my armpit hair as I dig into my bowl of whole wheat spaghetti with creamy yogurt pesto, made with fresh basil, kale, and some chard from my own garden. DON'T HATE, PLAYERS. It tastes really good.
Speaking of my garden, I was looking up information about growing carrots last night when I realized I have not been thinning my carrots nearly enough. They were practically growing on top of each other so I pulled up a bunch of wee little babies to make room for the big carrots to grow.
I ate a couple of the bigger ones and they were delicious. I am transported by homegrown carrots, y'all. That is the #1 garden treat that I remember from my childhood, second only to fresh green beans off the vine, but it's too early in the season for those yet. Snap peas don't really compare. I'm thinking about taking all the thinnings and pickling them whole. I'll get back to you on that.
Additionally, I came home to this on my dining room table today:
This Frankie's Spuntino cookbook made its way home with my husband today, and tomorrow night we're going to some kind of fancy book release event as part of our date night? I actually am not 100% sure what the event is all about, but it's at my husband's job and it sounds like it's going to be cool. This cookbook is glorious, by the way. I think it's styled after vintage field guides, and I'm really into the illustrations and just the size and cover and gold leaf, it's really a beautiful book. Fuck you, Kindle. Books are pretty and they smell good. And don't give you cancer.
Finally, we had dinner with some old friends tonight, and the served us up (among other things) some nice little cookies. I thought they deserved mention because they're a recipe taken from another blogger, Soule Mama.
I think it was this recipe and the general consensus was that they tasted more like gingersnaps or graham crackers than coffee, but they were good and I enjoyed the texture, they reminded me of these.
Anyway. Portland was beautiful today, I've been eating really amazing food, seeing really amazing people, and this week marks the first consecutive 2 days off I've had since I started my new job, so I feel pretty goddamn rejuvenated right now. I HAVE TO GO START A LOAF OF NO-KNEAD FOR A SWAP TOMOMORROW (I'll be getting some strawberry-ginger-rosemary jam from a friend & I'm bringing her a loaf in trade).
(p.s. yeah, I had a couple of glasses of wine tonight, by the way)
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Hey, did you know that Portland is having like, the wettest spring on record or something like that? The 10-day forecast can seriously suck a fart out of my butt. My tomato plants are languishing, frozen in place by shitty weather and turning black from too much rain.
On the up side, my peas are doing awesome, I have carrots going crazy, and maybe someday it will stop raining for more than a day or two at a time. I keep promising that I'll stop complaining about it but SERIOUSLY WHAT THE EVERLOVING HELL!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!? IT IS THE MIDDLE OF JUNE AND I STILL HAVE MY HEAT ON.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Okay, okay. My kitchen is operational. (We still need to put in the hood.) Would you like to hear the mind-blowing, totally fantastic, OUTSTANDING meal we made as soon as everything was ready to go?
It was spaghetti with classico sauce, y'all. And some roasted broccoli. WE HADN'T GONE GROCERY SHOPPING YET! JEEZ. Saturday, we paid some bills and then went shopping with a meal plan for the first time in a few months and it was AWESOMEEEE. Then we roasted a chicken.
And hey, i don't want to toot my own horn but this was the best chicken I've ever roasted. I don't know if it's because the heat is more evenly distributed in my new fancy oven, or if it's just that it's been awhile, but it was so perfectly cooked, omg.
Uhhhh anything else? Sorry if this is really boring, I'm distracted by the sound of my kid and my 2 nephews tearing my basement to shreds. They seem to be having a good time, but HOLY CRAP, little kids make a lot of noise.
Also, my garden is doing pretty well. I have lots of snap peas and even though I keep finding slugs all over everything, stuff seems to be growing. So, hooray for that.
Also I just had a conversation with my friend Josh about the upcoming Zombie Apocalypse and honestly y'all? This shit kind of bums me out. I can try to ignore things as much as I want (OIL SPILL OIL SPILL OIL SPILL OIL SPILL OIL SPILL) but the reality is that I spend pretty much every day practically vibrating with anxiety and consumer guilt. I have to spend a huge portion of my time shoving thoughts out of my head because I am so freaked out by life in general. Like WHAT IS EVEN THE POINT OF BEING ALIVE WHEN HUMAN BEINGS DO SO MUCH FUCKED UP SHIT?! WHY DID I HAVE A KID IF HE IS JUST GOING TO GET EATEN ALIVE BY ZOMBIES ON MY 29TH BIRTHDAY (my 29th birthday will be 12/21/2012, fyi)?!?! WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE! I AM A BAD PERSON BECAUSE I HAVE A DISHWASHER AND ALL THOSE LITTLE GIRLS IN "BORN INTO BROTHELS" HAVE TO SCRUB THEIR PANS WITH FILTHY OLD WATER!
I could go on, but I won't. The truth is I don't have a clue what to do with this type of energy. I grow shit in my yard, I teach my son to be a good person, I cook all my meals at home in an attempt to be healthy, but I wrestle with feelings of "WHAT'S THE POINT" pretty much all day, every day. I just keep making shit- art, food, friends- and hope that things turn out okay. Even complaining about these bad feelings makes me feel like a dick, knowing that somewhere else, like some Guatemalan kid is like, "ORLY, ALICE? YOU'RE STRESSED OUT BECAUSE YOU FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HAVING A NEW DISHWASHER? WELL THERE IS A SINKHOLE THAT LITERALLY REACHES THE PITS OF HELL IN MY BACKYARD, SO STOP WHINING. I get it, I know that I am like the epitome of White Kids With Problems. Poor me, I have college debt but I own a house in a beautiful city where most people have the same political ideals as I do. Hard knock life, y'all!
I don't know where I was going with this. Just know that I am incredibly thankful for what I have.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
A few years ago I quit drinking coffee, because I am a very high strung person and I thought ditching caffeine would help me relax. I don't know if that helped, but I no longer rely on it to function, so I consider that a win. But, I've been a barista for most of my food service career, and my husband works for a large local roaster (ahem ^^) and so, we're a coffee family. We have a coffee tree in our windowsill (a housewarming gift from Alia and Jason) and I'm finding myself drinking coffee more often these days. OR MAYBE IT'S JUST BECAUSE IT'S STILL SO GODDAMN DREARY HERE, I AM TRYING NOT TO GO ALL SYLVIA PLATH ON EVERYONE.
I know I'm always BOO HOO CRYBABIES, THE WEATHER ISN'T THAT BAD! I like rain! It's nice! Scarves are cute! Forget everything I said. Nonstop rain (okay, like 3 or 4 days of random sun breaks stuck in there) through June can S my D.
I'm paranoid about my plants, but so far the tomatoes aren't dead yet (knock on wood) and the peas really like it.
And finally, an obligatory kitchen progress shot. We are SO CLOSE.
It looks so much better than I even imagined it would. It feels weird (wrong?) to have a brand new shiny kitchen because I've never owned anything this NICE before. Is this being a grown-up? Paying bills and working and being stressed out about shit isn't fun, but I guess I can hang with it if it means I get a new kitchen out of the deal.
START MAKING BETS ON THE FIRST THING I'M GONNA COOK! (I'm leaning towards roasting a chicken, but I might just end up poaching some eggs for breakfast as the first thing.)