Dear Reader,
As I'm sure you've noticed I have not been writing. I haven't been doing a lot of things I love lately, as I'm still trying to settle in and find my groove.
My pledge to you, however, is that on January 1, 2010 my blog will be a new animal. I'm sure tons of websites are making this promise but I don't care about slipping in with the crowd on this one. As Joe Fox says in You've Got Mail, "I'm working on a little project that needs... tweaking."
Until 1/1/10, I wish you and yours the happiest and healthiest of holidays! Keep warm, eat well, and drink up!
Peace,
Kendra
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Celery & Chives
As soon as I actually start cooking in my new place I'll send pictures. Until then, enjoy this beautiful array of celery and chives!!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
I'm here!
It's been a while since I've had a chance to catch my breath. But now I'm here, in my new place, as close to settled as I would hope to be. The sky is grey, but that didn't stop me from discovering my new neighborhood. I've found friendly people in almost every shop, restaurant, or cafe I come across. It's a fabulous area and I'm forever thankful to God for letting path cross with such an inspiring home.
Since I still don't have food in the house, I went to Tom's Restaurant on Washington for lunch (and brought half of it home for dinner). Green pea soup and a grilled cheese with tomato - there aren't many things that comfort you quite like that! I even found a new wine shop! It's down the street on Vanderbilt and they have wine tastings on Wednesday and Saturday evenings.
So, thank you, God, for opening my eyes to Brooklyn. I'm a fan... a big, BIG fan.
More on food once I get fully moved in.
Since I still don't have food in the house, I went to Tom's Restaurant on Washington for lunch (and brought half of it home for dinner). Green pea soup and a grilled cheese with tomato - there aren't many things that comfort you quite like that! I even found a new wine shop! It's down the street on Vanderbilt and they have wine tastings on Wednesday and Saturday evenings.
So, thank you, God, for opening my eyes to Brooklyn. I'm a fan... a big, BIG fan.
More on food once I get fully moved in.
Monday, November 23, 2009
My new home
It's happened. I've found a new home in Crown Heights, Brooklyn! I went back this weekend and signed the deal with a warming hug.
On my way to the subway (only 4 blocks from my door!!) I could barely contain my ear to ear grin. I walked into Lily & Fig and was delighted to find such a gem! I met Lily and she gave me a soothing cup of Jasmine Green Tea.
This is going to be a good thing. A very, very good thing. More to come as I start venturing around my new neighborhood!
On my way to the subway (only 4 blocks from my door!!) I could barely contain my ear to ear grin. I walked into Lily & Fig and was delighted to find such a gem! I met Lily and she gave me a soothing cup of Jasmine Green Tea.
This is going to be a good thing. A very, very good thing. More to come as I start venturing around my new neighborhood!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Baba's Approval!
I called Baba this evening to see what she thought of the potato salad I made. Her comment:
"You've made it better than anyone I've ever given the recipe to. It was very, VERY good. Next, I can teach you how to make Babka. Do you want to know how to make Babka?"
Oh hell yes!
"You've made it better than anyone I've ever given the recipe to. It was very, VERY good. Next, I can teach you how to make Babka. Do you want to know how to make Babka?"
Oh hell yes!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Mushroom Risotto and Chardonnay
I've been looking at apartments. Thinking about apartments. Imagining myself in a living quarters other than this beautiful kitchen that Joe and I designed. We picked out these tiles. Peeled the walls of horrid paper and chose the color for their new skin. This is our home... and now, the kitchen I've had some of my greatest times in, is going to belong to someone else.
But I think I've found a new home. Dear God, I hope I've found my new home.
Tonight I cooked mushroom risotto for works' potluck lunch tomorrow. I listened to jazz... I drank chardonnay... and now, as I'm getting ready to call it a night, the song is "It's Harvest Time". Because it is. It is harvest time. As I drove from the train to home I became so excited to stir ingredients and encourage them into a beautiful dish (I hope it holds until tomorrow!!!).
Times, well, they are a changing, but my cooking utensils and love for food are not. They remain and they will grow strong enough for me to harvest.
I'll share the recipe AFTER the Food Network face off!
But I think I've found a new home. Dear God, I hope I've found my new home.
Tonight I cooked mushroom risotto for works' potluck lunch tomorrow. I listened to jazz... I drank chardonnay... and now, as I'm getting ready to call it a night, the song is "It's Harvest Time". Because it is. It is harvest time. As I drove from the train to home I became so excited to stir ingredients and encourage them into a beautiful dish (I hope it holds until tomorrow!!!).
Times, well, they are a changing, but my cooking utensils and love for food are not. They remain and they will grow strong enough for me to harvest.
I'll share the recipe AFTER the Food Network face off!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Really? Really!?
Let's say some middle school kids have a food fight. No harm in this, right? No harm was ever caused in the numerous food fights that I, my friends, or generations of kids before have participated in.
Well, these 25 poor middle schoolers from a Chicago Charter School were thrown into jail! I kid you not and I'm disgusted by the authorities.
I'm not one for wasting food... but come on, how good (and how real) is the food that they were throwing anyway?
Well, these 25 poor middle schoolers from a Chicago Charter School were thrown into jail! I kid you not and I'm disgusted by the authorities.
I'm not one for wasting food... but come on, how good (and how real) is the food that they were throwing anyway?
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Day 1: Making Potato Salad (alone and in Queens)
Today, I make the infamous Baba Potato Salad. She has moved out and Joe is going to look at apartments in Brooklyn with his friend. Change and transition are in the air. I am on my own, but keeping positive.
I am cutting the recipe in half because after much thought, 5 lbs of potato salad in the middle of November may be a little over zealous and ambitious for one little Italian on the out skirts of Queens to combat by herself.
Today, I cook with love and all of the stories Baba has shared with me over the past 2 years. I must do her proud!
Ok... here I go. Wish me luck!
I am cutting the recipe in half because after much thought, 5 lbs of potato salad in the middle of November may be a little over zealous and ambitious for one little Italian on the out skirts of Queens to combat by herself.
Today, I cook with love and all of the stories Baba has shared with me over the past 2 years. I must do her proud!
Ok... here I go. Wish me luck!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Homemade Chicken Soup & Apple/Persimmon Sauce
I'm getting my two bottom wisdom teeth extracted today - YIKES! So, this morning, I ran to the store (well, drove because it was wet and cold) and picked up chicken thighs from Marino's Italian Market and a few other necessities.
After sauteing some onions, carrots, celery, ginger and garlic in a pot, I dumped in the chicken followed by the last of my gardens' herbs. The pot was then filled with water and set to boil with the lid on.
Then, I chopped the last of my five apples and two overly ride persimmons. Added them to a bit of water, whiskey, and cinnamon and brought to a boil.
Now, I think I am ready for a rainy (and slightly painful) weekend.
Oh yes, and before I forget, DON'T leave out the freshly squeezed lemon in the chicken soup. It takes any broth from great to AMAZING!!!
After sauteing some onions, carrots, celery, ginger and garlic in a pot, I dumped in the chicken followed by the last of my gardens' herbs. The pot was then filled with water and set to boil with the lid on.
Then, I chopped the last of my five apples and two overly ride persimmons. Added them to a bit of water, whiskey, and cinnamon and brought to a boil.
Now, I think I am ready for a rainy (and slightly painful) weekend.
Oh yes, and before I forget, DON'T leave out the freshly squeezed lemon in the chicken soup. It takes any broth from great to AMAZING!!!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tea & Me (perhaps you too!)
What I'm loving right now are hints of floral and earthy aromas in my tea.
When I was browsing the impressive (and slightly overwhelming) tea selection at the Queens Health Emporium, I came upon Numi's Green Tea with Jasmine. I could barely wait to brew a cup and experience whatever steeps.
To my delightful surprise, the jasmine actually has a familiar gardenia scent. I've had jasmine in the past and remember it being slightly more dark in flavor. Regardless, it is delicious and it warmed me right up.
There is something about tea and timing. If you are in a mood, the right cup of tea can calm your nerves and soothe your soul. It will bring you to that quiet place within ourselves which we all need every so often.
One piece of advise I will share is to only let your bag steep for several minutes. There is a fine line between "just right" and "bitter". I believe this lesson goes well beyond tea...
When I was browsing the impressive (and slightly overwhelming) tea selection at the Queens Health Emporium, I came upon Numi's Green Tea with Jasmine. I could barely wait to brew a cup and experience whatever steeps.
To my delightful surprise, the jasmine actually has a familiar gardenia scent. I've had jasmine in the past and remember it being slightly more dark in flavor. Regardless, it is delicious and it warmed me right up.
There is something about tea and timing. If you are in a mood, the right cup of tea can calm your nerves and soothe your soul. It will bring you to that quiet place within ourselves which we all need every so often.
One piece of advise I will share is to only let your bag steep for several minutes. There is a fine line between "just right" and "bitter". I believe this lesson goes well beyond tea...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Harvesting Silence
I grabbed the Epoch Times with enthusiasm from a spot that is usually crowded with Metro, AM and Korean free daily papers. This publication hasn't been free since it launched last year (perhaps even two years now). I was ecstatic.
As I thumbed through on the busy 7 train while balancing a juice box of cashew fruit and my mp3 player I came across an article in the Arts section about silence. Now, for someone who has been battling with writing demons, relationship demons, moving demons, career demons, family demons, etc, etc, this story felt like a whispering voice from God.
I committed myself to the page and took Eric Shumsky's word as guidance and advice - not just commentary on how inspirational silence is in this noisy and loud world we live in.
Being so overtaken by the notion that I have to gain control back over myself again I vowed to spend all of my evening in complete silence. No radio, the phone would be off, and I wouldn't even hum. The goal was to be a quiet observer to whatever organic sounds present themselves in the evening.
Not having cooked in a while and knowing that I had an abundance of great produce in my fridge I went on to roast some cauliflower - curry style. I was entranced by the way the water rushed over each veggie and the way it really boiled in the pot. The rhythm my knife made felt more like a tribal drum as the cutting board gently rocked with each slice.
And it wasn't just the sounds I was noticing. The aromas that were lifted out of this experiment made me think more about what to add next? Ginger, red pepper, celery, carrots, lemon? They all ended up going into a bath of olive oil, spice and garlic along with the blanched cauliflower (tip from my favorite vegan, Ryan).
As I closed the oven door on the medley to roast, I retreated to my living room and unrolled the yoga mat. The positions I contorted my body into were not real positions at all, but I could hear cracking, grinding, and then an unexpected siiiiiiiigh from the relief of stress. I even made myself stop grinding my teeth and popping my jaw.
The evening continued, the food came out of the oven and cooled, I went to bed and read some "Growth of the Soil" and then fell asleep.
Read the article, it is inspirational. I think I'm back on the right track to listening to my heart and not the static of my talkative brain.
As I thumbed through on the busy 7 train while balancing a juice box of cashew fruit and my mp3 player I came across an article in the Arts section about silence. Now, for someone who has been battling with writing demons, relationship demons, moving demons, career demons, family demons, etc, etc, this story felt like a whispering voice from God.
I committed myself to the page and took Eric Shumsky's word as guidance and advice - not just commentary on how inspirational silence is in this noisy and loud world we live in.
Being so overtaken by the notion that I have to gain control back over myself again I vowed to spend all of my evening in complete silence. No radio, the phone would be off, and I wouldn't even hum. The goal was to be a quiet observer to whatever organic sounds present themselves in the evening.
Not having cooked in a while and knowing that I had an abundance of great produce in my fridge I went on to roast some cauliflower - curry style. I was entranced by the way the water rushed over each veggie and the way it really boiled in the pot. The rhythm my knife made felt more like a tribal drum as the cutting board gently rocked with each slice.
And it wasn't just the sounds I was noticing. The aromas that were lifted out of this experiment made me think more about what to add next? Ginger, red pepper, celery, carrots, lemon? They all ended up going into a bath of olive oil, spice and garlic along with the blanched cauliflower (tip from my favorite vegan, Ryan).
As I closed the oven door on the medley to roast, I retreated to my living room and unrolled the yoga mat. The positions I contorted my body into were not real positions at all, but I could hear cracking, grinding, and then an unexpected siiiiiiiigh from the relief of stress. I even made myself stop grinding my teeth and popping my jaw.
The evening continued, the food came out of the oven and cooled, I went to bed and read some "Growth of the Soil" and then fell asleep.
Read the article, it is inspirational. I think I'm back on the right track to listening to my heart and not the static of my talkative brain.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Nothing like good ol' fried chicken!
Terry, my new friend, loves fried chicken.
Tonight before leaving work she mentioned going to Pop Eyes and picking up something on her way home. I said, I'll go with you if you are willing to try something new. Being the adventurous girl she is she replied, "Sure, but it better really good fried chicken". With little negotiating she agreed to trust me (because I really don't have bad taste).
We proceeded down 14th St and after a funny phone call with my nephew, Eliot, we approached the unassuming open doors of Dirty Bird. To me this is the BEST slow fast food in NYC. No joking.
The first step in boasted of herb-y, garlic-y, rotisserie chicken. The plump (but not unnaturally pumped) breasts were slowly turning under a slow cooker and the kitchen buzzed in the back. Without hesitation Terry placed her order and looked pleased. "Oh this is going to be good", she proclaimed. I just nodded and ordered my smashed red skin potatoes with gravy.
My favorite thing about Dirty Bird is how humane and awesome they are with the environment. Aside from their free range, vegetarian, and hormone free chicken from Amish country, they also recycle their cooking oil! I didn't realize until tonight that they give their grease to TriState Bio diesel (TSB) to turn into reusable fuel! I asked if they used the fuel for themselves and the gentleman behind the counter said, "well, eventually we would love to have our own Dirty Bird street cart!".
Holy crap, Dirty Bird on the go? That would be awesome!
Tonight before leaving work she mentioned going to Pop Eyes and picking up something on her way home. I said, I'll go with you if you are willing to try something new. Being the adventurous girl she is she replied, "Sure, but it better really good fried chicken". With little negotiating she agreed to trust me (because I really don't have bad taste).
We proceeded down 14th St and after a funny phone call with my nephew, Eliot, we approached the unassuming open doors of Dirty Bird. To me this is the BEST slow fast food in NYC. No joking.
The first step in boasted of herb-y, garlic-y, rotisserie chicken. The plump (but not unnaturally pumped) breasts were slowly turning under a slow cooker and the kitchen buzzed in the back. Without hesitation Terry placed her order and looked pleased. "Oh this is going to be good", she proclaimed. I just nodded and ordered my smashed red skin potatoes with gravy.
My favorite thing about Dirty Bird is how humane and awesome they are with the environment. Aside from their free range, vegetarian, and hormone free chicken from Amish country, they also recycle their cooking oil! I didn't realize until tonight that they give their grease to TriState Bio diesel (TSB) to turn into reusable fuel! I asked if they used the fuel for themselves and the gentleman behind the counter said, "well, eventually we would love to have our own Dirty Bird street cart!".
Holy crap, Dirty Bird on the go? That would be awesome!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Forcing Insight
I'm exhausted. Physically and emotionally exhausted.
I don't know what the heck happened in the month of October but I am left with nothing to offer. While there are people across the world starving and suffering, here I am wallowing over a crab and quail egg dinner. Shame on me.
Seriously.
I haven't been able to write what I love about because my words are beginning to feel mundane and redundant. Does anyone really care what I had for dinner? Yes, people care about the gardens but I have been uninvolved lately because work and my personal life have taken over the 24 hours I have.
I was on the Culinary Corps website today and read through each page. I finally felt something I haven't felt in weeks: yearning. I was literally lifted off of my seat while reading their projects that range from menu development to kitchen training to school garden construction and education. I can't believe I've been too selfish with my time to get back involved! Thankfully I have a meeting with Sarah this week so hopefully we can really get more Good Food Garden initiatives rolling.
What I'm trying to say is that I'm forcing insight because I know this is what I need right now. Vanity is not the answer, nor is weeping and wallowing. I need to do what my mother always told me: pull yourself up by the boot straps and start helping other people. Get your ass into the kitchen, get your hands dirty, and start!!
Thanks, Ma! That's just what I'm going to do.
I don't know what the heck happened in the month of October but I am left with nothing to offer. While there are people across the world starving and suffering, here I am wallowing over a crab and quail egg dinner. Shame on me.
Seriously.
I haven't been able to write what I love about because my words are beginning to feel mundane and redundant. Does anyone really care what I had for dinner? Yes, people care about the gardens but I have been uninvolved lately because work and my personal life have taken over the 24 hours I have.
I was on the Culinary Corps website today and read through each page. I finally felt something I haven't felt in weeks: yearning. I was literally lifted off of my seat while reading their projects that range from menu development to kitchen training to school garden construction and education. I can't believe I've been too selfish with my time to get back involved! Thankfully I have a meeting with Sarah this week so hopefully we can really get more Good Food Garden initiatives rolling.
What I'm trying to say is that I'm forcing insight because I know this is what I need right now. Vanity is not the answer, nor is weeping and wallowing. I need to do what my mother always told me: pull yourself up by the boot straps and start helping other people. Get your ass into the kitchen, get your hands dirty, and start!!
Thanks, Ma! That's just what I'm going to do.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Queens Health Emporium
Situated on the Horace Harding Highway in Flushing, Queens, the Queens Health Emporium is a true gem to the neighborhood. I've been living here for two years now and I randomly decided to go in about a month ago. It doesn't look like much from the outside, but then again, none of the good places in this area do.
When I first approached the corner door I anticipated a vitamin shop with some packaged "health" food. To my surprise the interior resembled more of a market from San Francisco or Lambertville's Bear Foods. I felt like a child on Christmas.
The two story store offers one of the largest tea selections I've ever seen, their own vegan deli, an awesome variety of fresh organic produce, a vitamin/pharmacy section that would give any apothecary a run for their money, and the list goes on and on. For someone who gets excited over a perfect persimmon or coconut water, this is the place for you. Most things are fairly priced and beat Manhattan's up-marking any day.
I stocked up on treats such as radishes, beets, squash, wild blueberry granola, Jasmine Green tea, and almond water, to name a few. Unfortunately I was slightly rushed, but that didn't stop the kind cashier from talking to me about the importance of ginger for a stressed immune system and as a brilliant detoxer.
Go. Now. What are you waiting for?
When I first approached the corner door I anticipated a vitamin shop with some packaged "health" food. To my surprise the interior resembled more of a market from San Francisco or Lambertville's Bear Foods. I felt like a child on Christmas.
The two story store offers one of the largest tea selections I've ever seen, their own vegan deli, an awesome variety of fresh organic produce, a vitamin/pharmacy section that would give any apothecary a run for their money, and the list goes on and on. For someone who gets excited over a perfect persimmon or coconut water, this is the place for you. Most things are fairly priced and beat Manhattan's up-marking any day.
I stocked up on treats such as radishes, beets, squash, wild blueberry granola, Jasmine Green tea, and almond water, to name a few. Unfortunately I was slightly rushed, but that didn't stop the kind cashier from talking to me about the importance of ginger for a stressed immune system and as a brilliant detoxer.
Go. Now. What are you waiting for?
Friday, November 6, 2009
Tener un buen día!
This morning I stopped by my favorite Mexican lady on my way to the 7 train. She has the best tamales from anywhere I've been and makes this soul warming arroz con leche (sweetened milk with plump rice) which I crave on cold mornings.
Today, aside from the usual broken Spanish/English and smiles we exchange, we actually had a personal conversation.
She asked if my mother was Spanish and if I could understand her. I told her my mother is Italian and I am trying to learn Spanish because it is such a beautiful language. She said the best way to do so was through food, and I could NOT have agreed more!
I walked away with my arroz con leche ($1), tamale con pollo ($1), and a new phrase: tener un buen dia! Have a nice day!
Today, aside from the usual broken Spanish/English and smiles we exchange, we actually had a personal conversation.
She asked if my mother was Spanish and if I could understand her. I told her my mother is Italian and I am trying to learn Spanish because it is such a beautiful language. She said the best way to do so was through food, and I could NOT have agreed more!
I walked away with my arroz con leche ($1), tamale con pollo ($1), and a new phrase: tener un buen dia! Have a nice day!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Welcome to the White House!
What is most exciting to me about this NY Times article (aside from the fact that I am the Coordinator for Iron Chef America) is that I signed the petition for the White House Victory Garden!
All in all, I need a hard copy of this article for my scrap book.
I hope you enjoy!!!
All in all, I need a hard copy of this article for my scrap book.
I hope you enjoy!!!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Botany Of Desire
Botany of Desire, one of Michael Pollan's first books was made into a documentary and aired on PBS last night. Check it out.
I find that while Mr Pollan's books are fascinating and informative, they tend to ramble a bit in the beginning making them a little hard to get through at times. This does not mean I don't love his work, but it was nice to watch the book rather than to re-read it.
Enjoy!
I find that while Mr Pollan's books are fascinating and informative, they tend to ramble a bit in the beginning making them a little hard to get through at times. This does not mean I don't love his work, but it was nice to watch the book rather than to re-read it.
Enjoy!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Moving On
We all need time. It is time who calls out the difference between our decisions. The countless or counted moments it takes for us to say yes or no, maybe or maybe not.
The time I'm talking about is the distance between who we are now and who we will be in the future. The future, meaning, any time after a realization. Without getting too personal, just know that I'm starting to feel that realization and it's creeping up on me much faster than I thought it would. Basically, I'm finally honing in on who I want to be and who I currently am.
I've set aside cooking for a few weeks and have been depressed. I've pushed aside charity work and have felt empty. I'll catch only headlines in the news and without reading on, feel disconnected. So, I don't want to be this person.
I have to get back involved and tonight I'm finally watching PBS, cleaning my house, and roasting a soup (yes, roasting). It sounds silly, but, alas, it's true. It has to be normal to get out of touch with your intellect and drift into vanity... but you have to come back to the true you.
So now? A sweet potato, squash, some onion, two apples, garlic, curry and carrots are sitting in a water bath in my oven at 400 degrees. I have no idea what I'm doing but I know, however it turns out, it's going in the right direction (and perhaps I may even be on to something).
Happy timing....
The time I'm talking about is the distance between who we are now and who we will be in the future. The future, meaning, any time after a realization. Without getting too personal, just know that I'm starting to feel that realization and it's creeping up on me much faster than I thought it would. Basically, I'm finally honing in on who I want to be and who I currently am.
I've set aside cooking for a few weeks and have been depressed. I've pushed aside charity work and have felt empty. I'll catch only headlines in the news and without reading on, feel disconnected. So, I don't want to be this person.
I have to get back involved and tonight I'm finally watching PBS, cleaning my house, and roasting a soup (yes, roasting). It sounds silly, but, alas, it's true. It has to be normal to get out of touch with your intellect and drift into vanity... but you have to come back to the true you.
So now? A sweet potato, squash, some onion, two apples, garlic, curry and carrots are sitting in a water bath in my oven at 400 degrees. I have no idea what I'm doing but I know, however it turns out, it's going in the right direction (and perhaps I may even be on to something).
Happy timing....
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Cold Days...
...mean warm cider.
I bought some locally produced cider this morning. Now, I'm heating it up with some cinnamon and splash of citrus. I'll curl up on the couch with my book and my dog and loose myself in the evening.
Happy Cider Days!
I bought some locally produced cider this morning. Now, I'm heating it up with some cinnamon and splash of citrus. I'll curl up on the couch with my book and my dog and loose myself in the evening.
Happy Cider Days!
Friday, October 16, 2009
World Food Day is Today!!
I'm still reading up on what World Food Day really entails, but it can't be a bad thing!
More to come...
More to come...
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Breakfast Before Bed
I often talk of how comforting breakfast food is for dinner. Last night after having dinner plans cancelled with a dear friend, I rushed home to fill that pit in my stomach. Mulling over in my mind what I had in the fridge and pantry, I finally decided on an omelet and sweet potato home fries!
I threw some chopped onions and sweet pots into a skillet with olive oil, s/p, & thyme - they did their thing. Next, I steamed some kale with a squeeze of lemon, ran off the water/juice (saved it of course!), then sauteed it with a little olive oil & garlic. I then whipped up two eggs with water and poured them over my popping kale, shredded some asiago, added a "pinch" of red pepper and let it all cook together.
By the time my eggs were cooked, the home fries were crispy and ready! I poured a glass of homemade iced tea, made my plate, and cozied up on my couch to watch crap TV (literally, nothing was on so I laughed my way through Melrose Place).
And that was that!! Everything took about 45 minutes to cook, but it was completely worth it!
Oh yes, and the wine, you ask? She's doing well!! Every time I go down to the basement I remind my juice-of-life how much I love her!!!
I threw some chopped onions and sweet pots into a skillet with olive oil, s/p, & thyme - they did their thing. Next, I steamed some kale with a squeeze of lemon, ran off the water/juice (saved it of course!), then sauteed it with a little olive oil & garlic. I then whipped up two eggs with water and poured them over my popping kale, shredded some asiago, added a "pinch" of red pepper and let it all cook together.
By the time my eggs were cooked, the home fries were crispy and ready! I poured a glass of homemade iced tea, made my plate, and cozied up on my couch to watch crap TV (literally, nothing was on so I laughed my way through Melrose Place).
And that was that!! Everything took about 45 minutes to cook, but it was completely worth it!
Oh yes, and the wine, you ask? She's doing well!! Every time I go down to the basement I remind my juice-of-life how much I love her!!!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Harlem Children's Zone
Saturday I got to spend the day with Share Our Strength & Wholefoods at the Harlem Children's Zone for the unveiling of yet ANOTHER New York City garden!!!
Here I am with the wonderful, fabulous, brilliant, and all inspiring, Sarah Copeland. Sarah has been such an incredible mentor and friend to me this past year... I don't know what I would be doing without her.
The kids were awesome! We taught them about some veggies, pulled carrots from the planter, and gave them seeds. SO MUCH FUN!!!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Overwhelming Unwinding!
A bit paradoxical, right? But, alas, it is true *sigh*.
My mind and heart have been taken over by mixed feelings, intense emotions, and soaring standards. While I'm not a huge fan of these transitional tides, I am welcoming them.
I've been swaying away from humility and walking the line of vanity. As my co-worker and dear friend, Mel, puts it "you BETTER step down!". I don't let many people talk to me that way, but she is different. A woman of remarkable strength and faith, she is my mother away from my mother.
So this is where I'm at now. I've been trying to get myself back onto a schedule, however, I need to try harder. I read in Runner's World magazine that consistency in your daily routine is the secret ingredient to achieving a better you. I believe it.
Tonight, I'll go home, go for a run, do some yoga, and brew soup!
For now, I leave you with this beautiful quote from my favorite book that I found in Portland, OR.
In the wilds every season has its wonders, but there is
always something unchanging: the immense, heavy sound of
heaven and earth, the sense of being surrounded on every
side, the darkness of the forest, the friendliness of
the trees. Everything is heavy and soft, no thought is
impossible there.
- Knut Hamsun, Growth of the Soil
My mind and heart have been taken over by mixed feelings, intense emotions, and soaring standards. While I'm not a huge fan of these transitional tides, I am welcoming them.
I've been swaying away from humility and walking the line of vanity. As my co-worker and dear friend, Mel, puts it "you BETTER step down!". I don't let many people talk to me that way, but she is different. A woman of remarkable strength and faith, she is my mother away from my mother.
So this is where I'm at now. I've been trying to get myself back onto a schedule, however, I need to try harder. I read in Runner's World magazine that consistency in your daily routine is the secret ingredient to achieving a better you. I believe it.
Tonight, I'll go home, go for a run, do some yoga, and brew soup!
For now, I leave you with this beautiful quote from my favorite book that I found in Portland, OR.
In the wilds every season has its wonders, but there is
always something unchanging: the immense, heavy sound of
heaven and earth, the sense of being surrounded on every
side, the darkness of the forest, the friendliness of
the trees. Everything is heavy and soft, no thought is
impossible there.
- Knut Hamsun, Growth of the Soil
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
The Goodness That is Truffle Oil
Ok, so it's really olive oil infused with truffle... but who's counting?!
I love the foodie movement. It allows me to be pretentious amongst friends and family. My parents now call me for cooking advice! But, then I always feel guilty and awful after. I'm not Catholic, but I think it is similar to Catholic Guilt. It's very weird, so I've been making a valiant attempt to stop bragging about my "food knowledge".
The thing I hate about the foodie movement, however, are all the rules (and the pretension).
For example, I went to Tuscany in 2008 for my friends' wedding. On this trip I purchased a small vile of olive oil infused with the ingredient of topic (one of my prized treasures).
We are now approaching 2010 and I still have a great majority (basically all) of my oil booty!
I've spoken of my dear vile with several fellow foodie friends and they sneered at the combination, saying: "not only is it not real truffle oil, but it's probably rancid... you should just throw it out".
FOR SHAME, I thought immediately! Instead of going ballistic on them, I smiled politely, sipped my wine and drank down my words. What do they know, anyway?
It was then that I realized I must cook a meal with truffle as the focus!
Portobella Pizza
(I made this for my girlfriend, Elizabeth, who is the most un-pretentious foodie I've ever met! I love her for humbleness.)
1 lg Portobella Cap
1/4 of sm Onion (diced)
4 Cherry Tomatoes
1 Sprig Thyme
1 tspn Fresh Garlic (finely chopped)
1 tbspn Grated Parm
1/4 lemon
Olive Oil
Olive Oil infused with Truffle
Balsamic Vin
Salt/Pep/Red Pep
Saute onion, garlic & tomato together in a bit of OO on medium to high heat (add a bit of salt/pepper/red pepper). Add 1/2 of the sprig of thyme. Set aside. Place the Portebella cap in the same pan stem side down for 2 minutes. Flip the mushroom and place the sauteed contents in the cap, squeeze lemon on top & cover with pan lid. Let sit on medium to low heat for about 5 minutes. Remove the lid and add the other 1/2 sprig of thyme & grated parm. Replace lid and let sit on low heat until cheese in melted. Once finished, move to plate and lightly drizzle balsamic vinegar and finish with 4 to 5 drops of truffle oil.
Now, pour yourself a delicious glass of red wine (I ate mine with a wonderful rioja), set the table and enjoy!!!
Take THAT foodie snobs!!
I love the foodie movement. It allows me to be pretentious amongst friends and family. My parents now call me for cooking advice! But, then I always feel guilty and awful after. I'm not Catholic, but I think it is similar to Catholic Guilt. It's very weird, so I've been making a valiant attempt to stop bragging about my "food knowledge".
The thing I hate about the foodie movement, however, are all the rules (and the pretension).
For example, I went to Tuscany in 2008 for my friends' wedding. On this trip I purchased a small vile of olive oil infused with the ingredient of topic (one of my prized treasures).
We are now approaching 2010 and I still have a great majority (basically all) of my oil booty!
I've spoken of my dear vile with several fellow foodie friends and they sneered at the combination, saying: "not only is it not real truffle oil, but it's probably rancid... you should just throw it out".
FOR SHAME, I thought immediately! Instead of going ballistic on them, I smiled politely, sipped my wine and drank down my words. What do they know, anyway?
It was then that I realized I must cook a meal with truffle as the focus!
Portobella Pizza
(I made this for my girlfriend, Elizabeth, who is the most un-pretentious foodie I've ever met! I love her for humbleness.)
1 lg Portobella Cap
1/4 of sm Onion (diced)
4 Cherry Tomatoes
1 Sprig Thyme
1 tspn Fresh Garlic (finely chopped)
1 tbspn Grated Parm
1/4 lemon
Olive Oil
Olive Oil infused with Truffle
Balsamic Vin
Salt/Pep/Red Pep
Saute onion, garlic & tomato together in a bit of OO on medium to high heat (add a bit of salt/pepper/red pepper). Add 1/2 of the sprig of thyme. Set aside. Place the Portebella cap in the same pan stem side down for 2 minutes. Flip the mushroom and place the sauteed contents in the cap, squeeze lemon on top & cover with pan lid. Let sit on medium to low heat for about 5 minutes. Remove the lid and add the other 1/2 sprig of thyme & grated parm. Replace lid and let sit on low heat until cheese in melted. Once finished, move to plate and lightly drizzle balsamic vinegar and finish with 4 to 5 drops of truffle oil.
Now, pour yourself a delicious glass of red wine (I ate mine with a wonderful rioja), set the table and enjoy!!!
Take THAT foodie snobs!!
Too Busy Isn't Always Good
The fall proving to be too busy for me to get ahead. With searching for a new apartment and trying to stay focused on simplicity and my future, it makes me quite sad when I think of all the things I'll miss from Flushing.
Today, my goal is to not rush. To take note of and appreciate as many details as I can. I bought a little pumpkin for my desk this morning from the Manhattan Fruit Exchange and am willing it's bright orange skin to pop me into that go-getter spirit.
Perhaps tonight I'll really go for a run and then after pour a glass of red wine, make a gutsy meal, and curl up to You've Got Mail.
Oh yes, and the wine is doing quite well. Joe surprised me with a little thermometer that is reading 69 degrees F.
Today, my goal is to not rush. To take note of and appreciate as many details as I can. I bought a little pumpkin for my desk this morning from the Manhattan Fruit Exchange and am willing it's bright orange skin to pop me into that go-getter spirit.
Perhaps tonight I'll really go for a run and then after pour a glass of red wine, make a gutsy meal, and curl up to You've Got Mail.
Oh yes, and the wine is doing quite well. Joe surprised me with a little thermometer that is reading 69 degrees F.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
I love history... and food
Last night I had the duty of picking the place to go for drinks. I was racking my brain over the many fantastic places in this city! Do they want posh? Pub? Lounge? Music? College-crazy-like? Then, it popped into my head: Ear Bar (well, the Ear Inn).
I have visited the joint several times throughout the years of living here. I love the history behind this incredible bar and strongly believe they have the best pub food in New York City. In fact, I am even willing to go out on a limb and say that their mussels in white wine, butter and garlic sauce are #1!
Make sure to pay a visit... but please don't tell.
I have visited the joint several times throughout the years of living here. I love the history behind this incredible bar and strongly believe they have the best pub food in New York City. In fact, I am even willing to go out on a limb and say that their mussels in white wine, butter and garlic sauce are #1!
Make sure to pay a visit... but please don't tell.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
7 days
I read an old wives tale tonight:
"In seven days something extraordinary will happen... if you let it".
Just thought I'd share that with my readers. Whoever you are.
"In seven days something extraordinary will happen... if you let it".
Just thought I'd share that with my readers. Whoever you are.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Some quick updates...
1. The air-lock is on the demijohn! The wine is bubbling and my notebook is flowing...
2. School lunch at one Queens middle school takes a turn in the right direction. Bravo!
Work has been extremely busy, but I'll post some photos of the wine soon.
2. School lunch at one Queens middle school takes a turn in the right direction. Bravo!
Work has been extremely busy, but I'll post some photos of the wine soon.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Wine and Joe's Birthday Dinner
This weekend has proven to be fairly busy!
Yesterday we pressed our grapes and brought the juice home in our demijon. We actually had to syphen some of the garnet liquid into a 5 gallon bucket to make transportation easier. After we got it down to the basement and on the counter we were able to syphen the bucket back into the demijon. A complete project that I know will be well worth it in the end.
Last night I took Joe for his first hibachi experience. I haven't been to a hibachi table in years which made all these wonderful, fun memories re-enter. He had a great time and wants to go back today!
It amazed us how talented these chefs truly are! Their knife skills, speed, and control are beyond impressive. Watching this as a culinary person really allowed me to appreciate their craft as art and not just some fancy dinner show.
Bravo, hibachi!!
Yesterday we pressed our grapes and brought the juice home in our demijon. We actually had to syphen some of the garnet liquid into a 5 gallon bucket to make transportation easier. After we got it down to the basement and on the counter we were able to syphen the bucket back into the demijon. A complete project that I know will be well worth it in the end.
Last night I took Joe for his first hibachi experience. I haven't been to a hibachi table in years which made all these wonderful, fun memories re-enter. He had a great time and wants to go back today!
It amazed us how talented these chefs truly are! Their knife skills, speed, and control are beyond impressive. Watching this as a culinary person really allowed me to appreciate their craft as art and not just some fancy dinner show.
Bravo, hibachi!!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I paid my grapes a visit
I stopped by A & S Nursery to check on my baby this morning. They were a beautiful garnet color and smelled like fermenting grapes (not really sure how to describe this scent just yet).
As I pushed down the "cap" and mixed the skins with juice I could barely contain myself. I can't believe this is actually happening!
I'll go back Friday evening before yoga to give another personal stir. Then, Saturday AM is their glorious homecoming!!
Pictures and ton more stories to come.
As I pushed down the "cap" and mixed the skins with juice I could barely contain myself. I can't believe this is actually happening!
I'll go back Friday evening before yoga to give another personal stir. Then, Saturday AM is their glorious homecoming!!
Pictures and ton more stories to come.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Yesterday We Crushed Grapes!!
3 cases Montepulciano, 1 case Grenache & 1 case Alicante. They are currently fermenting at A & S Whitestone Nursery in Queens.
Don't worry, I'll be writing plenty more on this... stay tuned!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Mario's Vinotheque
When I first moved to Queens I knew the transition was going to be hard. A state, an island and several rivers would separate me from family and friends. The entire small-town style I knew was being replaced with a new apartment in a city I knew nothing about and nobody in (and I am not referring to Manhattan).
I've said in the past I found my comfort in the varied cuisines which grace each differing town in Queens county. But just three blocks away from my house, I found my home: Mario's Vinotheque.
It should come as no surprise when I say I love wine. I've always loved wine. It's the bouquet of all things love at the end of a long day. But, I never really knew anything beyond the cheap Yellow Tail I would get (magnum size) in college and on girls' nights. Joe and I would go down to Mario's on evenings we were working on the apartment and get several bottles of $5 table wine which we drank without thought and for the soul purpose of getting a buzz (and thus the inevitable hangover from overly sugary vino).
However, something happened along these mindless purchases, a relationship was formed. Not just your typical I-buy-wine-he sells-it-to-me relationship, either. No, no, no, this was deeper and much warmer than a mere exchange of money for bottle.
I forced myself under the wings of owners Mario and Dante, delegating them my wine mentors. They took to the position with little frustration and great patience recommending Rioja and Tempranillo from Argentina, Chile and Spain and having me note the differences; Chianti verse Super Tuscan; what Crianza and Reserva mean; Rhone blends from California against their native Rhone Region... the list goes on.
At their first mega wine tasting event I met their nephew Vladimir Garcia, who is the GM at Chelsea Wine Vault, and he's expanded my wine world to interesting blends from Portugal, Oregon, Southern Italy, and the high dry mountains of Spain where Numanthia is produced. Miguel Cano, wine maker and distributor, comes in every so often and offers his knowledge on South American varietals as well. Lucy, Mario's wife, brings the motherly figure I miss so dearly as we talk about traveling, food, wine, art, culture, dancing, etc and how it makes us feel.
They saved me the past few years. When Joe took his night job, a lonely me would go down to the wine shop to hang out. After an hour or so, I end up coming home with several bottles to share (or not) and a big ol' smile on my face.
While I'm not sure they will ever truly know the influence they've had on my heart and spirit, I know that I will forever be grateful and in love with Mario's Vinotheque.
I've said in the past I found my comfort in the varied cuisines which grace each differing town in Queens county. But just three blocks away from my house, I found my home: Mario's Vinotheque.
It should come as no surprise when I say I love wine. I've always loved wine. It's the bouquet of all things love at the end of a long day. But, I never really knew anything beyond the cheap Yellow Tail I would get (magnum size) in college and on girls' nights. Joe and I would go down to Mario's on evenings we were working on the apartment and get several bottles of $5 table wine which we drank without thought and for the soul purpose of getting a buzz (and thus the inevitable hangover from overly sugary vino).
However, something happened along these mindless purchases, a relationship was formed. Not just your typical I-buy-wine-he sells-it-to-me relationship, either. No, no, no, this was deeper and much warmer than a mere exchange of money for bottle.
I forced myself under the wings of owners Mario and Dante, delegating them my wine mentors. They took to the position with little frustration and great patience recommending Rioja and Tempranillo from Argentina, Chile and Spain and having me note the differences; Chianti verse Super Tuscan; what Crianza and Reserva mean; Rhone blends from California against their native Rhone Region... the list goes on.
At their first mega wine tasting event I met their nephew Vladimir Garcia, who is the GM at Chelsea Wine Vault, and he's expanded my wine world to interesting blends from Portugal, Oregon, Southern Italy, and the high dry mountains of Spain where Numanthia is produced. Miguel Cano, wine maker and distributor, comes in every so often and offers his knowledge on South American varietals as well. Lucy, Mario's wife, brings the motherly figure I miss so dearly as we talk about traveling, food, wine, art, culture, dancing, etc and how it makes us feel.
They saved me the past few years. When Joe took his night job, a lonely me would go down to the wine shop to hang out. After an hour or so, I end up coming home with several bottles to share (or not) and a big ol' smile on my face.
While I'm not sure they will ever truly know the influence they've had on my heart and spirit, I know that I will forever be grateful and in love with Mario's Vinotheque.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
A few more from the trip...
Pacific Coast (Oregon)
Wild Elk!!! Really!! (Oregon)
Mt. Rainier (Washington)
Red Wood National Forest Reserve (Oregon)
Wild Elk!!! Really!! (Oregon)
Mt. Rainier (Washington)
Red Wood National Forest Reserve (Oregon)
Where the Wild Things Are
I was exhausted last night. I think the trek down the Pacific finally caught up with me.
I crawled into bed around 9:30 and remembered that Joseph had left for me a copy of Where The Wild Things Are. Not having read the book since my youth, I turned off the radio and read the story about Max.
Of course the colorful pictures conjured memories from my childhood, but what really struck me was the end of the book.
The moment Max decides to leave the island of the Wild Things it is because of a scent - the smell of his dinner. I don't know how I never recalled this detail, but I couldn't get over it!
I froze on those pages and read the lines over and over again:
And Max, the king of all Wild Things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. And then, all around, from far away and across the world, he smelled good things to eat. So he gave up being King of where the Wild Things are, but the Wild Things cried "Oh please don't go! We'll eat you up, we love you so!" and Max said, "No".
Max sails through a year, a week and then a night only to return to his room and find his dinner is sitting there. Still hot.
Now, my mind started rolling and I began playing a million thoughts at once. But, as I always say, this is a blog and I must be brief: we all want to be where we are loved best and food is the warmest way to express that security.
Don't we all feel, or at least long to feel, this way?
I crawled into bed around 9:30 and remembered that Joseph had left for me a copy of Where The Wild Things Are. Not having read the book since my youth, I turned off the radio and read the story about Max.
Of course the colorful pictures conjured memories from my childhood, but what really struck me was the end of the book.
The moment Max decides to leave the island of the Wild Things it is because of a scent - the smell of his dinner. I don't know how I never recalled this detail, but I couldn't get over it!
I froze on those pages and read the lines over and over again:
And Max, the king of all Wild Things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. And then, all around, from far away and across the world, he smelled good things to eat. So he gave up being King of where the Wild Things are, but the Wild Things cried "Oh please don't go! We'll eat you up, we love you so!" and Max said, "No".
Max sails through a year, a week and then a night only to return to his room and find his dinner is sitting there. Still hot.
Now, my mind started rolling and I began playing a million thoughts at once. But, as I always say, this is a blog and I must be brief: we all want to be where we are loved best and food is the warmest way to express that security.
Don't we all feel, or at least long to feel, this way?
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Proud to be a New Yorker
This morning I was at the New York Botanical Gardens for the closing weekend of The Edible Garden.
I parked behind the Observatory and walked the semi-convoluted path to our garden. As soon as I spotted the white posts and green vines climbing the trellises I didn't care that it was 8:15 on a Sunday morning.
Our Good Food Garden was booming with peppers, tomatoes, beans, herbs, eggplant, and marigolds of multiple varieties and colors. If that site wasn't beautiful enough, you should have seen the people walking through! We encouraged young and old to touch, smell, and taste as many plants as they could (with special caution to the peppers). Their delicate senses were careful not to disturb the exhibit or other observers. They asked questions and told stories. It was brilliant.
I walked around to several gardens with one little girl, Sydney, and her grandmother, Carmela, discussing different plants and composting strategies.
Sydney and Carmela have a love for nature that I immediately related with. Carmela (a fellow Sicilian - though she is really from there) told me how she posts photos of nature on several websites. It is a beautiful she said, we must preserve it. We exchanged email addresses and I vow to keep in touch with this family.
Sydney, who must not be any older that 9, had a most intriguing and inquisitive personality. Her patience, respect, and politeness was a pleasant reminder that we do not need to fear the future because there are wonderful souls like hers that will be running the world some day.
Amen!!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Video?
I've decided to start posting some food video, journalist style!
My question is, what do you want to see? All appropriate requests will be addressed.
I think it may start out with some photos and voice over. Eventually I would love to post edited pieces, but I want to get it right so I'll have to start small.
Thank you!
My question is, what do you want to see? All appropriate requests will be addressed.
I think it may start out with some photos and voice over. Eventually I would love to post edited pieces, but I want to get it right so I'll have to start small.
Thank you!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
A few photos from the journey...
Now THIS is a wine tasting (Portland, OR)
A golden hog at the Public Market (Seattle, WA)
Veggies... mmmmmmm, chantrel mushrooms (Seattle, WA)
The Public Market, a foodie's mecca! (Seattle, WA)
A golden hog at the Public Market (Seattle, WA)
Veggies... mmmmmmm, chantrel mushrooms (Seattle, WA)
The Public Market, a foodie's mecca! (Seattle, WA)
Let Beauty Carry You
For some reason or another I've been waking up very sad. I get out of bed, stretch and by the time my shower is over and I'm just about ready to leave, I finally feel better. It's like I almost have to pick myself up and give myself a serious pep-talk about why today will be a good day.
Today, was no different.
Except before I get into the shower, I notice the sky. Bright pink, deep purple and light blue all dancing together in the distant east. Just the brief sight of them quickly lighten my mood as I say a quick prayer of thanks, forcing a not-so-hard-to-force smile over my face.
While this post doesn't have much to do with food or the media, it does have to do with finding sheer joy in simplicity. I'll write later today about the children of Treasure Island in San Francisco. How their hunger was calmed by picking and nibbling purple green beans. How they taught me, within minutes of meeting them, what friendship, laughter, and education really mean.
So today, I'm letting beauty carry me through.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
A Comforting Meal
Tonight I returned from the week long journey down the Pacific Northwest coast line. While I'll have photos to post and stories to tell, for now I am sipping on chicken broth with lemon and corn.
Thank God for these three ingredients that gently and magically calm my soul.
Good night.... soon.
Thank God for these three ingredients that gently and magically calm my soul.
Good night.... soon.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The Hawthorne Cafe
This is probably the most heart warming little restaurant I have ever been to.
The gentleman who owns the cozy, country kitchen is from Iran and has lived in Portland since 1971. He creates his food from love and you feel it soothe its way through your veins with every bite. All the ingredients are obviously fresh and everything is prepared from scratch.
When he talks to you, it is easy to believe that he may very well be the happiest man alive. He takes your order with a "it will be my pleasure and honor to serve you" and when he delivers the meal he says "I love you, I made this with love for you".
What an incredible experience!!
The gentleman who owns the cozy, country kitchen is from Iran and has lived in Portland since 1971. He creates his food from love and you feel it soothe its way through your veins with every bite. All the ingredients are obviously fresh and everything is prepared from scratch.
When he talks to you, it is easy to believe that he may very well be the happiest man alive. He takes your order with a "it will be my pleasure and honor to serve you" and when he delivers the meal he says "I love you, I made this with love for you".
What an incredible experience!!
Friday, September 4, 2009
Greetings from Portland!!
Hello!! This is going to be short and sweet...
We are currently in Portland and have seen some pretty amazing things on the drive down from Seattle. The Pacific Northwest is truly magical and serene and has this intense way of putting you in your place.
I'll explain more when I don't have 3 minutes to write.
Cheers!!
We are currently in Portland and have seen some pretty amazing things on the drive down from Seattle. The Pacific Northwest is truly magical and serene and has this intense way of putting you in your place.
I'll explain more when I don't have 3 minutes to write.
Cheers!!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
A Picnic on The Highline
Yesterday for lunch I met my girlfriends Becca and Natalie. Both work next door to me and are the perfect example of silly, giddy girls.
I've known Becca for almost 3 years now (wow, have I really been living in Manhattan for 3 years?) and Nat sits at the desk across from her. They are both in HR for some hip, cool ad firm and they completely look the part (being all put together and... well, cool).
The first time we all hung out as a little group was happy hour back in the beginning of summer. We went down to Bar on Hudson and Jane in the pouring rain.
I'll never forget waiting an hour for a table at Benny's Burritos (one of our favorite Mexican restaurants in the area). In that hour we laughed over anecdotes of our teen and college years while consuming several pints of awesome micro brews. It was just plain ol' "girly" fun.
So we all decided yesterday that it has been too long and that we should meet for lunch. The girls brought sandwiches and I picked up some cookies and sparkling water from the market. Again, we sat and laughed and joked and gossipped.
It was the perfect hour away from reality... like a little vacation in the middle of the day.
I've known Becca for almost 3 years now (wow, have I really been living in Manhattan for 3 years?) and Nat sits at the desk across from her. They are both in HR for some hip, cool ad firm and they completely look the part (being all put together and... well, cool).
The first time we all hung out as a little group was happy hour back in the beginning of summer. We went down to Bar on Hudson and Jane in the pouring rain.
I'll never forget waiting an hour for a table at Benny's Burritos (one of our favorite Mexican restaurants in the area). In that hour we laughed over anecdotes of our teen and college years while consuming several pints of awesome micro brews. It was just plain ol' "girly" fun.
So we all decided yesterday that it has been too long and that we should meet for lunch. The girls brought sandwiches and I picked up some cookies and sparkling water from the market. Again, we sat and laughed and joked and gossipped.
It was the perfect hour away from reality... like a little vacation in the middle of the day.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Lidia B
She is my favorite TV chef and if I ever have the honor of meeting her, I don't even know what I would say. Well, I do. I would tell her how incredible a teacher she is and that she embodies every memory I've taken from Italy.
I'm watching her make foccacia with her 3 grandsons. She reminds them to make sure the tomatoes were turned seed-side-up on the bread so that the water and juices are not released into the dough which would make it soggy.
"Nature gives us such beautiful ingredients", she began to explain. "We must respect these ingredients and exalt them to the delicious, expressive gifts they are".
I'm not 100% sure these were her exact words... but they are close and they remind me why I genuinely love cooking and food. Sometimes we lose sight of all the simple joys in life, however, it only takes a moment to remember and receive their warmth.
Thank you, Lidia.
I'm watching her make foccacia with her 3 grandsons. She reminds them to make sure the tomatoes were turned seed-side-up on the bread so that the water and juices are not released into the dough which would make it soggy.
"Nature gives us such beautiful ingredients", she began to explain. "We must respect these ingredients and exalt them to the delicious, expressive gifts they are".
I'm not 100% sure these were her exact words... but they are close and they remind me why I genuinely love cooking and food. Sometimes we lose sight of all the simple joys in life, however, it only takes a moment to remember and receive their warmth.
Thank you, Lidia.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Tea in the morning
I am been quite the AM coffee drinker.
I appreciate my tea in the afternoon because I find it comforting. While I'm at work I can't exactly curl up on the couches by the wii lounge for a little zen time, so I find it where I can.
I've been drinking this wonderful Healing Heaven loose tea (green tea with all kinds of good stuff added to it) from the T Salon downstairs. At $13/3.5 oz it has lasted me for some time now though the initial purchase seemed steep.
When in college my tea of choice was rooibus. I love, love, LOVE that deep red, mineral, herbal, floral aroma that the dried leaves from South Africa create in my mug.
But, today, is a different day.
After I opened my work "pantry" (literally the shelf above my desk is filled with olive oil, sherry vinegar, a 2008 Sauvingnon Blanc from Medlock Ames (unopened), Petron (unopened), honey, vitamins, 2 types of tea and sugar in the raw - not to mention several work binders, notebooks, and some back up betas of The Cooking Loft & Bobby Flay) I found the forgotten bag of fig & anise tea from my friend Marni.
Marni, I have to brag, is our fabulous wardrobe stylist from Hawaii. While she doesn't look Hawaiian, per say, she has this beautiful, tropical aura surrounding her that gives off an exotic je ne sais quoi. Last Christmas she gave me this loose tea and I savored every drop it gave me.
So today, I am happy to report that I'm savoring yet another cup and it's everything I could possibly need right now.
I appreciate my tea in the afternoon because I find it comforting. While I'm at work I can't exactly curl up on the couches by the wii lounge for a little zen time, so I find it where I can.
I've been drinking this wonderful Healing Heaven loose tea (green tea with all kinds of good stuff added to it) from the T Salon downstairs. At $13/3.5 oz it has lasted me for some time now though the initial purchase seemed steep.
When in college my tea of choice was rooibus. I love, love, LOVE that deep red, mineral, herbal, floral aroma that the dried leaves from South Africa create in my mug.
But, today, is a different day.
After I opened my work "pantry" (literally the shelf above my desk is filled with olive oil, sherry vinegar, a 2008 Sauvingnon Blanc from Medlock Ames (unopened), Petron (unopened), honey, vitamins, 2 types of tea and sugar in the raw - not to mention several work binders, notebooks, and some back up betas of The Cooking Loft & Bobby Flay) I found the forgotten bag of fig & anise tea from my friend Marni.
Marni, I have to brag, is our fabulous wardrobe stylist from Hawaii. While she doesn't look Hawaiian, per say, she has this beautiful, tropical aura surrounding her that gives off an exotic je ne sais quoi. Last Christmas she gave me this loose tea and I savored every drop it gave me.
So today, I am happy to report that I'm savoring yet another cup and it's everything I could possibly need right now.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Zucchini & Raisin Muffins
I made them and I think I am finally onto something good!
Basic ingredients - zucchini, raisins, carrots, whole wheat flour, rolled oats, 2 eggs, a pinch of salt, a splash of nectarine nectar, honey, flax seed.
I'll post the full recipe when I get home. I'm just psyched I baked something that looks and tastes like it's supposed to.
Sweet!
Basic ingredients - zucchini, raisins, carrots, whole wheat flour, rolled oats, 2 eggs, a pinch of salt, a splash of nectarine nectar, honey, flax seed.
I'll post the full recipe when I get home. I'm just psyched I baked something that looks and tastes like it's supposed to.
Sweet!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
What I'm craving today...
Last night I went out with a dear girlfriend and drank what some may consider a little too much wine and bourbon. Well, we only get to go out once every blue moon so we lived it up. However, we are both paying for it today.
While the morning was slow, the afternoon is shaping up to be pretty relaxing. It is lunch time here in this big apple and I am salivating over the decission of what to have!
I have to admit I am a bit spoiled here at work. First of all I work at the Chelsea Market so some of the most delicious food in the city is 2 floors below me. Second, I happen to be good friends with our executive chef, Rob, and a few of the food stylists, putting good food within arms reach (literally).
"How's the hangover?" Rob asked.
"Jubilant" I replied.
Now, back to my lunch dilemma! Whenever I feel slightly "under the weather" I crave comfort food. The long and short of it, I coerced Rob to make me a grilled cheese sandwich.
"I don't know if we have bread so come up stairs and we'll search", he said.
No bread!! But we're have 2 HUGE kitchens, there has to be bread!!
I was up there in a flash going through the studio and walk in with my chef. We finally found what we were looking for (and more) and within moments a beautiful grilled colby cheese and thyme sandwich was in the frying pan heating up!
I love lunch time!
While the morning was slow, the afternoon is shaping up to be pretty relaxing. It is lunch time here in this big apple and I am salivating over the decission of what to have!
I have to admit I am a bit spoiled here at work. First of all I work at the Chelsea Market so some of the most delicious food in the city is 2 floors below me. Second, I happen to be good friends with our executive chef, Rob, and a few of the food stylists, putting good food within arms reach (literally).
"How's the hangover?" Rob asked.
"Jubilant" I replied.
Now, back to my lunch dilemma! Whenever I feel slightly "under the weather" I crave comfort food. The long and short of it, I coerced Rob to make me a grilled cheese sandwich.
"I don't know if we have bread so come up stairs and we'll search", he said.
No bread!! But we're have 2 HUGE kitchens, there has to be bread!!
I was up there in a flash going through the studio and walk in with my chef. We finally found what we were looking for (and more) and within moments a beautiful grilled colby cheese and thyme sandwich was in the frying pan heating up!
I love lunch time!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday Adventures
It's true, I spread myself too thin and get anxiety from sitting still. Sometimes I work all weekend and still feel the need to do something! Well, yesterday, was no exception to my move-move-move behavior.
After waking up around 8:30am, I flipped on CBS for some Sunday Morning program and proceeded to tidy up the house, brew coffee, and start making something yummy for breakfast. Our normal potatoes where frying in the skillet and when I transferred them to the oven I had an epiphany.
"We should go to a museum today", my mind said distinctly.
"How marvelous!?", my heart responded.
It was settled. I would make some delicious french toast, have breakfast with my man, and then get ready for the Nassau County Museum of Art.
We devoured our carb loaded meal and headed north on Northern Blvd to one of my favorite areas.
I could barely contain myself the whole 20 minute drive. The day was looking beautiful, regardless of the mugginess. The trees were lush and full and the sky was blue as blue and adorned with white cumulus.
The left turn after the bridge led us down a long, windy driveway and opened up to 145 acres of sculpture, gardens, and the museum.
"Magic", I whispered through my gasping breath.
Napoleon was the main exhibit and Alice In Wonderland was down in the miniature building. Families of young and old strolled the grounds admiring the beauty that surrounded them. My eyes were wide open the entire time and I believe I forgot how to breathe everytime we turned a corner.
Unfortunately I get carried away in these posts, so I do apologize for the length. It's just that there is no way to describe such a tranquil setting in only a few paragraphs. So I'll say this: just go!
I can't wait to return.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Oliviera
I really didn't know how to connect with France when I found out we were going. I could speak bits and pieces of the language from my studies in high school and knew that their wine is exquisite. Their food isn't exactly my style - heavy and more complex compared to my simple Italian - so this frightened me a little.
But, alas, there I was in Borders at Newark Airport searching the travel section for a French travel book 30 minutes before boarding the plane to Paris with the final destination being Nice.
I thumbed to the section on the French Riviera and started reading away remembering (and becoming excited at the thought of) how close we would be to northern Italy. "Ah yes, perhaps I'll find something to eat," I thought.
Then it was there: Oliviera. I read the short description of this little olive-oil-centric restaurant on rue du Collet over and over again. I had to go there. This would be the restaurant that would change my mind about French cuisine forever!
Now, I don't know how well you know me, but, when I get an idea in my head I'm going to make it happen. One way or another, it will happen. Sometimes the reality turns out as a disappointment, but for the most part it turns out to be just as wonderful, if not more amazing, as how I had imagined it. So we set out to find Oliviera.
In an old city as twisty and turny as a dream I became doubtful that we would even find the establishment let alone secure a table. Our short vacation was quickly dwindling to an end but it was imperative, come hell or high water, that we dine there.
Joe and I wandered the streets of Old Nice following a silly children's map. We got off the bus and began to carefully navigate each step as though we were following secret directions to pirates booty. Well, olive oil may not be treasure to some, but to me, it is liquid gold.
And there it was! The end of the rainbow and the commencement of an intense love affair with French olive oil.
Nadim, the owner, welcomed us as though we were old friends that join him nightly for dinner. He poured us each a glass of Coteaux d'Aix while explaining how he chooses the many varieties of oils and local ingredients. I was all eyes, ears and tastebuds for the next 3 hours.
This story could go on for days if I were to describe the intensity of each dish... however, this is a blog so I will leave you one final thought: I would swim the Atlantic and walk across France just to spend another evening at Nadim's Oliviera.
Pictures: Carte du 30 Juillet 2009 (Menu for July 30, 2009); Myself and owner of Oliviera, Nadime
But, alas, there I was in Borders at Newark Airport searching the travel section for a French travel book 30 minutes before boarding the plane to Paris with the final destination being Nice.
I thumbed to the section on the French Riviera and started reading away remembering (and becoming excited at the thought of) how close we would be to northern Italy. "Ah yes, perhaps I'll find something to eat," I thought.
Then it was there: Oliviera. I read the short description of this little olive-oil-centric restaurant on rue du Collet over and over again. I had to go there. This would be the restaurant that would change my mind about French cuisine forever!
Now, I don't know how well you know me, but, when I get an idea in my head I'm going to make it happen. One way or another, it will happen. Sometimes the reality turns out as a disappointment, but for the most part it turns out to be just as wonderful, if not more amazing, as how I had imagined it. So we set out to find Oliviera.
In an old city as twisty and turny as a dream I became doubtful that we would even find the establishment let alone secure a table. Our short vacation was quickly dwindling to an end but it was imperative, come hell or high water, that we dine there.
Joe and I wandered the streets of Old Nice following a silly children's map. We got off the bus and began to carefully navigate each step as though we were following secret directions to pirates booty. Well, olive oil may not be treasure to some, but to me, it is liquid gold.
And there it was! The end of the rainbow and the commencement of an intense love affair with French olive oil.
Nadim, the owner, welcomed us as though we were old friends that join him nightly for dinner. He poured us each a glass of Coteaux d'Aix while explaining how he chooses the many varieties of oils and local ingredients. I was all eyes, ears and tastebuds for the next 3 hours.
This story could go on for days if I were to describe the intensity of each dish... however, this is a blog so I will leave you one final thought: I would swim the Atlantic and walk across France just to spend another evening at Nadim's Oliviera.
Pictures: Carte du 30 Juillet 2009 (Menu for July 30, 2009); Myself and owner of Oliviera, Nadime
Tonight's Menu Includes...
...but is not limited to:
Hearth Restaurant - wine, dinner & pie with Elizabeth
Julie & Julia!
I can't wait to see this movie for two reasons: Queens & Food.
Hearth Restaurant - wine, dinner & pie with Elizabeth
Julie & Julia!
I can't wait to see this movie for two reasons: Queens & Food.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
This used to be my playground
Meil's Restaurant was my very first job.
I signed my working papers at age 14 - so excited to be part of the world! My mother was their insurance agent and they allowed me to come in for an "interview" to be the new bus girl.
I remember being so nervous walking up to the door and asking for Mr. Meil. It was a warm summer morning and my dad dropped me off in his maroon buick - he went across the river and got an ice cream or something from Dilly's.
Michael Meil came out and shook my hand with a welcoming smile. "Let's go sit out here and talk", he said. I recall his voice being strong and fatherly. He led me out to a picnic table out in front of the building and gave me a run down of how restaurants work.
The most memorable moment in the conversation was when he asked me how strong I was because some trays can be very heavy. Without answering, I flexed my right arm and told him I was a gymnast, I would have no trouble carrying heavy trays or large bins.
I got the job and bussed almost every morning that summer. I worked there for several years, the first being the best because I didn't have that true teenage attitude yet.
To this day, I get the same feeling every time I walk into a cafe where Billy Holiday rotates sets with Myles Davis and John Coltrane. The smell of freshly baked peach muffins and snickerdoodle cookies quickly transports me to memories of Fiestaware dishes and learning how to make the perfect cappuccino.
I'm not sure why I thought of all this, but it is a very pleasurable experience to look back on.
I signed my working papers at age 14 - so excited to be part of the world! My mother was their insurance agent and they allowed me to come in for an "interview" to be the new bus girl.
I remember being so nervous walking up to the door and asking for Mr. Meil. It was a warm summer morning and my dad dropped me off in his maroon buick - he went across the river and got an ice cream or something from Dilly's.
Michael Meil came out and shook my hand with a welcoming smile. "Let's go sit out here and talk", he said. I recall his voice being strong and fatherly. He led me out to a picnic table out in front of the building and gave me a run down of how restaurants work.
The most memorable moment in the conversation was when he asked me how strong I was because some trays can be very heavy. Without answering, I flexed my right arm and told him I was a gymnast, I would have no trouble carrying heavy trays or large bins.
I got the job and bussed almost every morning that summer. I worked there for several years, the first being the best because I didn't have that true teenage attitude yet.
To this day, I get the same feeling every time I walk into a cafe where Billy Holiday rotates sets with Myles Davis and John Coltrane. The smell of freshly baked peach muffins and snickerdoodle cookies quickly transports me to memories of Fiestaware dishes and learning how to make the perfect cappuccino.
I'm not sure why I thought of all this, but it is a very pleasurable experience to look back on.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
So much to say!
Here are a few highlights of this week already (and it's only Wednesday!!):
1. Astor Class, American Heritage. Discussed the appeal (both agriculturally and economically) of raising heritage livestock breeds. For reasons that range from natural parasite resistant coats to weed/crop management (eating the weeds and fertilizing the soil) to marketable in the farming fad. Fascinating class and makes me want chickens even more!
2. The Encyclopedia of Cajun & Creole Cuisine. One of the biggest surprises I've ever found at my desk! My friend, Panini Pete, sent me a signed copy of this incredible, massive book. I flip through the pages when I need a break from work-reality.
3. NY Times article, Stars Are Aligning Over School Lunch Programs. I don't need to tell you how passionate I am about school nutrition. Just wish they would have mentioned our Good Food Gardens!
1. Astor Class, American Heritage. Discussed the appeal (both agriculturally and economically) of raising heritage livestock breeds. For reasons that range from natural parasite resistant coats to weed/crop management (eating the weeds and fertilizing the soil) to marketable in the farming fad. Fascinating class and makes me want chickens even more!
2. The Encyclopedia of Cajun & Creole Cuisine. One of the biggest surprises I've ever found at my desk! My friend, Panini Pete, sent me a signed copy of this incredible, massive book. I flip through the pages when I need a break from work-reality.
3. NY Times article, Stars Are Aligning Over School Lunch Programs. I don't need to tell you how passionate I am about school nutrition. Just wish they would have mentioned our Good Food Gardens!
Monday, August 17, 2009
A good Monday
This morning I woke up with an ache in my heart. I wasn't exactly sure why I was dreading a day that hadn't even begun yet. Perhaps I just didn't want to get out of bed?
Well, I decided, right then and there that I would will it to be a good day. And here I am, with a positive attitude and a smile on my face!
I enjoyed a cup of coffee, some yummy fruit and a little french toast... now I'm ready for the day!
I guess, sometimes, we just need to tell ourselves "Hey babe, don't worry! Today is going to be a great day, embrace it. Have some healthy comfort food and breathe".
Happy Monday!!
Well, I decided, right then and there that I would will it to be a good day. And here I am, with a positive attitude and a smile on my face!
I enjoyed a cup of coffee, some yummy fruit and a little french toast... now I'm ready for the day!
I guess, sometimes, we just need to tell ourselves "Hey babe, don't worry! Today is going to be a great day, embrace it. Have some healthy comfort food and breathe".
Happy Monday!!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
My Kitchen...
I believe that a clean and organized kitchen is a happy kitchen.
My father taught me when I was very young that a good chef always cleans up after themselves. This will show that you take pride in and have respect for your craft.
This morning I scrubbed, reorganized and gave tons of love and attention to my favorite room in the house! It looks like a million bucks, feels fresh and cozy.
Now, I can't wait to make tomato sauce for my pasta dinner!
My father taught me when I was very young that a good chef always cleans up after themselves. This will show that you take pride in and have respect for your craft.
This morning I scrubbed, reorganized and gave tons of love and attention to my favorite room in the house! It looks like a million bucks, feels fresh and cozy.
Now, I can't wait to make tomato sauce for my pasta dinner!
Friday, August 14, 2009
Running and Iceberg Lettuce
Last night I ran a fantastic 4 miles. I prayed and meditate throughout the whole run and felt great at the end... basically ready to do another 4 miles (but it was dark, so I didn't).
Anyway, as I was approaching my house and slowing for my cool down lap I kept thinking of iceberg lettuce. For some reason it seemed like the perfect food to end a race with.
I vividly imagined myself crossing the 13.1 mile finish line on Sunday morning and someone handing me a full head of iceberg. Without hesitation, my imaginary self, took a giant bite of the juicy, light green veg and felt the sweet water splash through my mouth! How refreshing, I thought.
I love how even when I'm running I think of food (a blessing and a curse)!
Anyway, as I was approaching my house and slowing for my cool down lap I kept thinking of iceberg lettuce. For some reason it seemed like the perfect food to end a race with.
I vividly imagined myself crossing the 13.1 mile finish line on Sunday morning and someone handing me a full head of iceberg. Without hesitation, my imaginary self, took a giant bite of the juicy, light green veg and felt the sweet water splash through my mouth! How refreshing, I thought.
I love how even when I'm running I think of food (a blessing and a curse)!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Mmmm, my lunch...
Baked zucchini, peach bean muffin, and a salad. 50% from the garden, 100% homemade...
Peach Bean Muffins!!
They were a success!!!
Some notes for next time
- Add a little nectarine juice to the batter for sweetness all the way through
- Let peaches defrost before using & cut into smaller pieces
- Add a pinch of salt (and possibly some flax seed?)
Other than that - HOLY MOLY!! I'll post a few photos a little later today.
Some notes for next time
- Add a little nectarine juice to the batter for sweetness all the way through
- Let peaches defrost before using & cut into smaller pieces
- Add a pinch of salt (and possibly some flax seed?)
Other than that - HOLY MOLY!! I'll post a few photos a little later today.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
What's on the menu tonight?!
I didn't have the energy after a long(ish) run, folding the laundry, and changing the bed linens. My intent was to bake bean-peach muffins for the week, bread some zucchini and fry some zucchini-corn fritters. Clearly, none of this happened and I was REM'ing by 10!
What I did make myself do, however, was cut up the peaches and freeze them to ensure they would not mold before I was ready to use them. (The freezer is my new best friend, by the way)
So, the plan for tonight is...
1. Bake the muffins!
2. Make breaded zucchini for sandwiches
3. Zucchini-corn fritters
*BONUS - Pesto!
Well, we'll see if I get to the pesto...
What I did make myself do, however, was cut up the peaches and freeze them to ensure they would not mold before I was ready to use them. (The freezer is my new best friend, by the way)
So, the plan for tonight is...
1. Bake the muffins!
2. Make breaded zucchini for sandwiches
3. Zucchini-corn fritters
*BONUS - Pesto!
Well, we'll see if I get to the pesto...
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Are we ever truly ready?
I've been taking my time reading Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. It's taken me a few weeks but I'm finally in the section about devotion, prayer, yoga, self control, and God. This is exactly what I need to be hearing and what I want to start truly practicing.
For a while I've been out of yoga practice, in and out of good eating and sleeping habits, starting projects without finishing them. It's been frustrating not only to me, but those around me. While they don't come out and say it - myself included - I think I've just hit on why I've been having a difficult time communicating with friends and family. The bottom line is that I haven't been able to successfully communicate with myself.
I'm sure that I'll slip back into a haze of "I want this, no that, no this, no that" because we all allow our ego's to get the best of us sometimes. We are human after all. For now, however, I'm content with being content and in the present.
There is no need to rush - unless, of course, it's grilling the breaded zuchinni before it goes bad or baking those peach muffins I keep putting off!
For a while I've been out of yoga practice, in and out of good eating and sleeping habits, starting projects without finishing them. It's been frustrating not only to me, but those around me. While they don't come out and say it - myself included - I think I've just hit on why I've been having a difficult time communicating with friends and family. The bottom line is that I haven't been able to successfully communicate with myself.
I'm sure that I'll slip back into a haze of "I want this, no that, no this, no that" because we all allow our ego's to get the best of us sometimes. We are human after all. For now, however, I'm content with being content and in the present.
There is no need to rush - unless, of course, it's grilling the breaded zuchinni before it goes bad or baking those peach muffins I keep putting off!
Monday, August 10, 2009
Dinner with Marcy...
Joe and I arrived home around 4pm yesterday. We were fast asleep at 4:15pm and didn't peel ourselves off the bed until 8:45pm. Graziella's pizza was ordered and delivered by 9:15pm.
I called it a night at 10.
This morning I woke up at 5:30am and forced myself through a half-assed (pardon the expression) yoga routine which I was falling all over the place in.
Still exhausted, I drug myself to work and slowly started "coming to" around 9am. As the day got rolling I realized I needed to start filling my body with good food and my mind with positive thoughts. That's when I got the text from Marcy.
"Hi gorgeous, Is tonight still good for you? if not we can resched. Looking forward to see you - xoxoxomarcy"
I thought about taking a rain check and just going home to pretend to run and then sleep. But, something inside me said, "go with Marcy and have fun".
I responded, "Nope! Tonight it is!! Let's go to Blossom!"
Blossom is one of my favorite restaurants in NYC. I went there with my girlfriend, Ryan, and the food was out of this world. Vegan couisine and on the expensive side, but completely worth every penny and every bite.
Needless to say I am really looking forward to discussing life, peace, and love tonight! She's an unbelievably balanced woman with one of the most delightful airs surrounding her.
Comforting food and fabulous company... what more could a woman ask for?
I called it a night at 10.
This morning I woke up at 5:30am and forced myself through a half-assed (pardon the expression) yoga routine which I was falling all over the place in.
Still exhausted, I drug myself to work and slowly started "coming to" around 9am. As the day got rolling I realized I needed to start filling my body with good food and my mind with positive thoughts. That's when I got the text from Marcy.
"Hi gorgeous, Is tonight still good for you? if not we can resched. Looking forward to see you - xoxoxomarcy"
I thought about taking a rain check and just going home to pretend to run and then sleep. But, something inside me said, "go with Marcy and have fun".
I responded, "Nope! Tonight it is!! Let's go to Blossom!"
Blossom is one of my favorite restaurants in NYC. I went there with my girlfriend, Ryan, and the food was out of this world. Vegan couisine and on the expensive side, but completely worth every penny and every bite.
Needless to say I am really looking forward to discussing life, peace, and love tonight! She's an unbelievably balanced woman with one of the most delightful airs surrounding her.
Comforting food and fabulous company... what more could a woman ask for?
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Hopewell Valley Vineyards
If you have a chance and live in the area - you should totally go here!!!
My cousin, Jennifer, and I went yesterday and had fabulous afternoon. They have Happy Hour on Wednesday and Friday's from 5 to 8 with live music, food, and inexpensive GOOD wine.
I suggest a glass (or bottle) of the Merlot, Barbera, or Sangiovese.
Who could ask for more?
Friday, August 7, 2009
Old Friends and Watermelon
I was reading my good friend Sarah's blog yesterday and was drawn into her descriptive encounter of a conversation she had with an old friend. Recently, one of my dear friends from childhood contacted me, so I gave her a call last night.
We chatted about what we are doing now, how are families are, etc, etc. But, what really caught my interest is how humble she still is after all these years.
Briefly we spoke of what we used to do on Friday nights and I realized that it isn't much different from what I find comfort in now - going to a cafe with a book, a latte or tea, and bouncing from topic to topic for hours with friends or strangers.
This morning, while I found it hard to get out of bed, I dragged myself to the kitchen to cut up some watermelon. I remember helping my mother carefully pitting those slippery, black gems from the bright magenta, juicy fruit for my great grandmother, Gammy.
"She loves this", mom would say, "you'll understand someday that it doesn't take much to brighten someone's day".
As I sliced mine up and placed it carefully in my lunch container I thought of my mother and Molly and my Grandmother and Gammy and my sister and Sarah and Lisa and Kate and Beth and Ginny... and all the wonderful women who have always been my grounding souls.
We chatted about what we are doing now, how are families are, etc, etc. But, what really caught my interest is how humble she still is after all these years.
Briefly we spoke of what we used to do on Friday nights and I realized that it isn't much different from what I find comfort in now - going to a cafe with a book, a latte or tea, and bouncing from topic to topic for hours with friends or strangers.
This morning, while I found it hard to get out of bed, I dragged myself to the kitchen to cut up some watermelon. I remember helping my mother carefully pitting those slippery, black gems from the bright magenta, juicy fruit for my great grandmother, Gammy.
"She loves this", mom would say, "you'll understand someday that it doesn't take much to brighten someone's day".
As I sliced mine up and placed it carefully in my lunch container I thought of my mother and Molly and my Grandmother and Gammy and my sister and Sarah and Lisa and Kate and Beth and Ginny... and all the wonderful women who have always been my grounding souls.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Julie & Julia
Almost all girlie-foodie's are blogging, twittering, and gossiping about this movie... but I really want to see it. With every fiber of my being, I want to be there Friday night for the opening.
Just watch the trailer...
And for those who are SUPER interested, here is an article about the REAL Julie (Julie Powell) from Astoria, NY where this whole project began...
Just watch the trailer...
And for those who are SUPER interested, here is an article about the REAL Julie (Julie Powell) from Astoria, NY where this whole project began...
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
National Day of Action - 9/7/2009
Let's get REAL food in our public schools!!
National Day of Action
Slow Food USA's Time for Lunch campaign
Labor Day - September 7, 2009
Description: One potluck could help bring healthy food to all of our schools.
On September 7, 2009, people in communities across the country will gather with their neighbors for public potlucks "Eat-ins" to send a clear message to our nation's leaders: It's time to provide America's children with real food at school. This National Day of Action, a part of Slow Food USA's Time for Lunch campaign, couldn't be more timely. This fall Congress will be debating whether to update the Child Nutrition Act, the law that determines what kind of food kids eat at school. Children who grow up enjoying food that is both delicious and good for them learn healthy eating habits that last throughout their lives. Those habits can start at school, but only if we give schools the resources to serve real food instead of overly processed fast food that endangers children's health.
Sign the Time for Lunch petition and get info on holding your own potluck!!
National Day of Action
Slow Food USA's Time for Lunch campaign
Labor Day - September 7, 2009
Description: One potluck could help bring healthy food to all of our schools.
On September 7, 2009, people in communities across the country will gather with their neighbors for public potlucks "Eat-ins" to send a clear message to our nation's leaders: It's time to provide America's children with real food at school. This National Day of Action, a part of Slow Food USA's Time for Lunch campaign, couldn't be more timely. This fall Congress will be debating whether to update the Child Nutrition Act, the law that determines what kind of food kids eat at school. Children who grow up enjoying food that is both delicious and good for them learn healthy eating habits that last throughout their lives. Those habits can start at school, but only if we give schools the resources to serve real food instead of overly processed fast food that endangers children's health.
Sign the Time for Lunch petition and get info on holding your own potluck!!
Monday, August 3, 2009
A Yummy Sandwich
I just threw together this sandwich for lunch:
Blue cheese
Grapes
Arugula with olive oil & sherry vinegar
Rustic roll
I toasted everything together and enjoyed!
Blue cheese
Grapes
Arugula with olive oil & sherry vinegar
Rustic roll
I toasted everything together and enjoyed!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
My journey to France (and back)
As some of you may know, I spent last week in Nice, France. Unfortunately I was not able to "log-on" all week, however, I happen to be an avid journal-er and wrote down every culinary adventure I went on.
Here is the list of posts to come:
1. The gastronome markets of Nice (vegetables, fruit, spices, olive oil, fromaggerie, boulangerie)
2. Dinner with Joe in Villefranche-sur-Mer
3. Independent Vineyard (Jean Baptiste!)
4. Olive Oil
5. Captaine Cook restaurant
6. Oliviera restaurant
7. ...
So be on the look out this weekend! I'll post photos and tales of the incredible cuisine!
Here is the list of posts to come:
1. The gastronome markets of Nice (vegetables, fruit, spices, olive oil, fromaggerie, boulangerie)
2. Dinner with Joe in Villefranche-sur-Mer
3. Independent Vineyard (Jean Baptiste!)
4. Olive Oil
5. Captaine Cook restaurant
6. Oliviera restaurant
7. ...
So be on the look out this weekend! I'll post photos and tales of the incredible cuisine!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Health Care
I'm listening to President Obama speak about Health Care and, I'm not going to lie, I'm a little confused.
One statement, however, did strike a chord in my heart. The example is a person with diabetes and the theme is prevention.
Pretty much, instead of this man or woman paying for their foot to be amputated, they will improve their diet through education and "counseling".
I was immediately warm to this because I believe in long term goals and the bigger picture. I am a firm believer that "quick" and "easy" solutions are not always be the best (obviously it depends on the circumstance).
Anyway, I have much more research to do on the subject. For now, however, it's just a little food for thought!
One statement, however, did strike a chord in my heart. The example is a person with diabetes and the theme is prevention.
Pretty much, instead of this man or woman paying for their foot to be amputated, they will improve their diet through education and "counseling".
I was immediately warm to this because I believe in long term goals and the bigger picture. I am a firm believer that "quick" and "easy" solutions are not always be the best (obviously it depends on the circumstance).
Anyway, I have much more research to do on the subject. For now, however, it's just a little food for thought!
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Ice Cream Trucks!
I never grew up with these. Now, however, they are all over Queens!!
Joe and I walked to Bowne Park today and heard the infamous 'Pop Goes The Weasel'. His ears perked up and my did as well. While he was sniffing out the exact location of the truck, I saw a couple walk past with vanilla wafer cones.
'I never liked soft serve', I thought.
But today was different. I was craving the sweet, cold, meltable, lickable, treat! We walked fast to the vendor, ordered, and found ourselves ooh-ing and ahh-ing over how, for different reasons, we never really had ice cream from Mr. Softee. His mom would say 'no' because they had ice cream at the house. And me... well... I grew up in the "country".
See, there are some advantages to this adult thing!
Joe and I walked to Bowne Park today and heard the infamous 'Pop Goes The Weasel'. His ears perked up and my did as well. While he was sniffing out the exact location of the truck, I saw a couple walk past with vanilla wafer cones.
'I never liked soft serve', I thought.
But today was different. I was craving the sweet, cold, meltable, lickable, treat! We walked fast to the vendor, ordered, and found ourselves ooh-ing and ahh-ing over how, for different reasons, we never really had ice cream from Mr. Softee. His mom would say 'no' because they had ice cream at the house. And me... well... I grew up in the "country".
See, there are some advantages to this adult thing!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Dinner De-Stressed
I have a problem where I think of food constantly.
I couldn't decide what to do for dinner last night so... I made a sandwich. And it was beyond satisfying.
Toasted Italian Wheat Bread
Olive Oil
Sliced Avocado
Sliced Cherry Tomatoes
Quinoa & Pineapple
Lettuce (from my garden)
Balsamic
S&P
I couldn't decide what to do for dinner last night so... I made a sandwich. And it was beyond satisfying.
Toasted Italian Wheat Bread
Olive Oil
Sliced Avocado
Sliced Cherry Tomatoes
Quinoa & Pineapple
Lettuce (from my garden)
Balsamic
S&P
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Eliot and his friend, the pig...
I have to share this photo because it is too precious and it speaks volumes.
This is my darling nephew, Eliot. He is 2 years old and loves plants, avocados, sweet potatoes, ducks, turtles, snakes, farms, music, and the moon.
I believe children like him are the key to a sustainable and respectable future.
True, he is a very fortunate little boy. He lives in the country with both parents who are extremely loving, nurturing, and creative. However, it does not take much for an adult (stranger or not) to set a positive example for a child.
Just something to think about next time you are around little ones!!!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Salad
Nothing like a nice salad to end a long day...
Lettuce Greens from the garden
Grilled romaine
Grilled pineapple
Oil/Balsamic
Pepper
Perhaps the only 2 things that would have made this better are a grilled portobella and eating dinner with Joe.
Good night!
Lettuce Greens from the garden
Grilled romaine
Grilled pineapple
Oil/Balsamic
Pepper
Perhaps the only 2 things that would have made this better are a grilled portobella and eating dinner with Joe.
Good night!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Outside... catching some sun!!!
It is beautiful out and my first day off!
We'll be making crab tonight and kicking back with beer. Very exciting!
While our breakfast was pretty usual for a Sunday - it was still fantastic. I swear my thyme is the best!!
Speak to you all soon!!!
We'll be making crab tonight and kicking back with beer. Very exciting!
While our breakfast was pretty usual for a Sunday - it was still fantastic. I swear my thyme is the best!!
Speak to you all soon!!!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
#7
I don't really know what the #7 has to do with this posting, but I wrote a lovely journal entry about it this morning on my way in to work.
Anyway, tonight I battled with "do I go out to dinner because I'm too tired to cook?" or "do I go home and cook a fabulous dinner and drink fun wine even if I am too tired to cook?" Well, the latter won and I am neither disappointed nor frustrated.
Here's the dish...
corn (leftover grilled corn from the 4th)
red onion
scapes
garlic
tomato
red pepper
herbs from my garden (thyme, basil & parsley)
butternut squash raviolis
A-M-A-Z-I-N-G
The colors were fun, the taste was fun and the whole dish is making me excited for my next dinner party!!
Oh, and aside from the raviolis, there were 7 ingredients (sans salt & pepper) in my sauce. I guess we can now call this the #7 Sauce...
Happy dining!
Anyway, tonight I battled with "do I go out to dinner because I'm too tired to cook?" or "do I go home and cook a fabulous dinner and drink fun wine even if I am too tired to cook?" Well, the latter won and I am neither disappointed nor frustrated.
Here's the dish...
corn (leftover grilled corn from the 4th)
red onion
scapes
garlic
tomato
red pepper
herbs from my garden (thyme, basil & parsley)
butternut squash raviolis
A-M-A-Z-I-N-G
The colors were fun, the taste was fun and the whole dish is making me excited for my next dinner party!!
Oh, and aside from the raviolis, there were 7 ingredients (sans salt & pepper) in my sauce. I guess we can now call this the #7 Sauce...
Happy dining!
Monday, July 6, 2009
4th of July: Picnic, Plays & Peace
I often wonder why I've chosen the life I lead. What am I really getting out of the hustle and bustle of Manhattan? Sure, there is beauty wherever you go and the grass is always greener on the other side, but I truly love the country.
This past weekend we went up to Westchester to visit my girlfriend, Rebecca, and her boyfriend, Johnny. To say that we had a blast would be an understatement. In addition to picnicing at Boscobel before the Shakespeare play, aside from grilling yummy veggies, making potato salad, bean salad, pancakes from scratch, farmers scrambled eggs, Sunday potatoes, etc, etc, we happened upon fireworks, friends, stories, and scrabble for the ladies and uno for the men.
The three days were romantic, liesurely and relaxing, to say the least. And the food... mmmmmmmmmmmm...
This past weekend we went up to Westchester to visit my girlfriend, Rebecca, and her boyfriend, Johnny. To say that we had a blast would be an understatement. In addition to picnicing at Boscobel before the Shakespeare play, aside from grilling yummy veggies, making potato salad, bean salad, pancakes from scratch, farmers scrambled eggs, Sunday potatoes, etc, etc, we happened upon fireworks, friends, stories, and scrabble for the ladies and uno for the men.
The three days were romantic, liesurely and relaxing, to say the least. And the food... mmmmmmmmmmmm...
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Worms!!!!
I had a difficult time getting up this morning but knew I had to bring my veggie scraps out to my little compost corner.
Not only had I neglected to rotate the heap in a few weeks (woops!) but the garage door was open revealing a shovel - I had not excuse not to. Little did I know, however, that with the push and flip of my tool I would unveil tons of plump, juicy earth worms!!! While they were less than happy to be uprooted from their feast, they quickly dove back in and continued munching!
A wonderful surprise for a not-easy-to-wake-up morning.
Oh yes, and my strawberries are FINALLY blossoming their flowers. A bit late, but I'll take what I can get!
Not only had I neglected to rotate the heap in a few weeks (woops!) but the garage door was open revealing a shovel - I had not excuse not to. Little did I know, however, that with the push and flip of my tool I would unveil tons of plump, juicy earth worms!!! While they were less than happy to be uprooted from their feast, they quickly dove back in and continued munching!
A wonderful surprise for a not-easy-to-wake-up morning.
Oh yes, and my strawberries are FINALLY blossoming their flowers. A bit late, but I'll take what I can get!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Good Food Gardens at NYBG
Our beautiful garden (photo taken by Mark Teich)
Me hanging out at our beautiful garden! (photo taken by Mark Teich)Enjoy these photos for the time being! Stories to follow...
Monday, June 29, 2009
Stories to come and adventures to be had...
Keep on the look out tomorrow for the following stories...
- Good Food Gardens launch at New York Botanical Gardens (photos courtesy Mark Teich)
- Brooklyn flea farmers market and our non-vegetarian dinner (yikes... but YUM!)
- Coming up this week...
- Good Food Gardens launch at New York Botanical Gardens (photos courtesy Mark Teich)
- Brooklyn flea farmers market and our non-vegetarian dinner (yikes... but YUM!)
- Coming up this week...
Thursday, June 25, 2009
GOOD FOOD GARDEN IN NY!!!!
This is very exciting and huge honor for me...
As some of you may know, I've been volunteering any spare time I have to the Good Food Gardens. This is a partnership we have at the Food Network with Share Our Strength and I've spearheaded several programs in the curriculum as well as the Pen Pal Program (which is SUPER responsive!).
Well, we have finally made a garden here in NY at the New York Botanical Garden and they asked little ol' me to represent our company on Saturday!!!
Please check out the website and if you are around on Saturday stop by the NYBG to visit our beautiful edible garden! I promise it will be a fun and exciting weekend!
Spread the love!
As some of you may know, I've been volunteering any spare time I have to the Good Food Gardens. This is a partnership we have at the Food Network with Share Our Strength and I've spearheaded several programs in the curriculum as well as the Pen Pal Program (which is SUPER responsive!).
Well, we have finally made a garden here in NY at the New York Botanical Garden and they asked little ol' me to represent our company on Saturday!!!
Please check out the website and if you are around on Saturday stop by the NYBG to visit our beautiful edible garden! I promise it will be a fun and exciting weekend!
Spread the love!
Contemplating over toast and coffee
It's been an exciting week in food for me...
Saturday I stocked up on bulk organic ingredients from a great natural food store in Lambertville, Bear Natural Foods. They package their own quinoa, beans, flax seed, etc, etc, so I decided to give it all a try.
After indulging on grilled portobella caps and delicious salads at my nephews 2cd birthday, I headed to The Stockton Inn for a great martini with my cousins! They had the cabana bar open in the back garden which was picturesque with the rolling rainstorms. Beautiful.
Sunday, I made my normal Sunday-Morning-Breakfast and then began soaking a cup of green lentils and black eyed peas for my curried quinoa. The cabbage leaves were ready for harvest so I decided that for dinner stuffed cabbage with my quinoa creation would be delicious... and it was. Perfectly sided with our garden greens salad and rhubarb-strawberry-apple chutney!
Monday I boiled the last of our homemade butternut squash raviolis and topped with cherry tomatoes, garlic, herbs, and olive oil. Mmmmmmm, my mouth is watering just thinking of that combination of seasonal flavors!
Tuesday night I attended the Astor Center for the Art/Farm class. By far, my favorite event to date (aside from tasting wine with David). Lisa Hamilton, Matthew Moore and Dan Barber have moved to the top of my inspirational list! More to come on this event later...
And then last night, Rebecca and I went to a screening of "Enlighten Up" at the Ruben Museum. An awesome documentary about the search for the "meaning" of yoga.
Let's put it this way, I have plenty material and I am so ready to start making my moves!!
Saturday I stocked up on bulk organic ingredients from a great natural food store in Lambertville, Bear Natural Foods. They package their own quinoa, beans, flax seed, etc, etc, so I decided to give it all a try.
After indulging on grilled portobella caps and delicious salads at my nephews 2cd birthday, I headed to The Stockton Inn for a great martini with my cousins! They had the cabana bar open in the back garden which was picturesque with the rolling rainstorms. Beautiful.
Sunday, I made my normal Sunday-Morning-Breakfast and then began soaking a cup of green lentils and black eyed peas for my curried quinoa. The cabbage leaves were ready for harvest so I decided that for dinner stuffed cabbage with my quinoa creation would be delicious... and it was. Perfectly sided with our garden greens salad and rhubarb-strawberry-apple chutney!
Monday I boiled the last of our homemade butternut squash raviolis and topped with cherry tomatoes, garlic, herbs, and olive oil. Mmmmmmm, my mouth is watering just thinking of that combination of seasonal flavors!
Tuesday night I attended the Astor Center for the Art/Farm class. By far, my favorite event to date (aside from tasting wine with David). Lisa Hamilton, Matthew Moore and Dan Barber have moved to the top of my inspirational list! More to come on this event later...
And then last night, Rebecca and I went to a screening of "Enlighten Up" at the Ruben Museum. An awesome documentary about the search for the "meaning" of yoga.
Let's put it this way, I have plenty material and I am so ready to start making my moves!!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Food Prices & Distribution
I've been telling everyone about the play Give Us Bread. After the show we discussed food issues and the roles women play in the health of the family.
A topic I continue to explore is how differently people eat and view food from social class to social class.
In 1917, families would starve of hunger if they did not eat. In today's world, however, there is cheap food it's just that the cheap food is not the healthy choice we should be teaching our children to reach for! Today's poor are not starving in the same way they did a century ago, but in the sense that they are starving for nutrients to keep their bodies healthy. Our poor are being victomized by obesity, diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease, etc, etc - and it is all because of the food they eat.
We live in a country where a hamburger, fries & soda cost less than many vegetables, fruits and (especially) whole grains. This is extremely unfortunate. While I cannot blame a mother of 4 who decides to feed her family fast/cheap food to keep them fed, it does make me ask why? Is it a question of education? Is it a question of preference? Ethnicity? Demographic? I do not know - but I want to find out more.
And then this raises my next point and question: how could we allow families to "survive" this way? How could we allow the taste buds of our children only crave sweets and salt? Where they believe a french fry is a potato, yet having no idea where that vegetable comes from? Or that chicken comes in different shapes and has air bubbles?
Study after study proves that when a person maintains a healthy lifestyle they are motivated, alert, and passionate. Could you imagine where and what we could be if everyone in our country were motivated, alert and passionate?! So, why aren't we? Why do we prefer to keep our hands so deep in the pockets of pharmaceutical businesses or the meat industry? Is money really that much more important than a person reaching their full potential?
I call it glutinous greed.
Thinking about the answers to these questions make me sick, but I do see a glimmer of hope. Thankfully gardens have been popping up in school yards around the country. I've been discussing starting one at the elementary school where my sister and her husband teach. I want people from the community to do cooking demos, be guest speakers, teach the children how to work with their hands! I want communities to get active!
We are not at a loss just yet and I believe there is a way to marry nature and technology happily together. We, as a country, need to do this. We, as a country, need to step up and take responsibility for ignorant and naive choices by way of food and make it right. I believe that we can and I believe that supporting (whether emotionally or financially) the arts that bring to life these issues, such as The Anthropologists have, is how we will get ourselves back on track.
So, what are you waiting for?
A topic I continue to explore is how differently people eat and view food from social class to social class.
In 1917, families would starve of hunger if they did not eat. In today's world, however, there is cheap food it's just that the cheap food is not the healthy choice we should be teaching our children to reach for! Today's poor are not starving in the same way they did a century ago, but in the sense that they are starving for nutrients to keep their bodies healthy. Our poor are being victomized by obesity, diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease, etc, etc - and it is all because of the food they eat.
We live in a country where a hamburger, fries & soda cost less than many vegetables, fruits and (especially) whole grains. This is extremely unfortunate. While I cannot blame a mother of 4 who decides to feed her family fast/cheap food to keep them fed, it does make me ask why? Is it a question of education? Is it a question of preference? Ethnicity? Demographic? I do not know - but I want to find out more.
And then this raises my next point and question: how could we allow families to "survive" this way? How could we allow the taste buds of our children only crave sweets and salt? Where they believe a french fry is a potato, yet having no idea where that vegetable comes from? Or that chicken comes in different shapes and has air bubbles?
Study after study proves that when a person maintains a healthy lifestyle they are motivated, alert, and passionate. Could you imagine where and what we could be if everyone in our country were motivated, alert and passionate?! So, why aren't we? Why do we prefer to keep our hands so deep in the pockets of pharmaceutical businesses or the meat industry? Is money really that much more important than a person reaching their full potential?
I call it glutinous greed.
Thinking about the answers to these questions make me sick, but I do see a glimmer of hope. Thankfully gardens have been popping up in school yards around the country. I've been discussing starting one at the elementary school where my sister and her husband teach. I want people from the community to do cooking demos, be guest speakers, teach the children how to work with their hands! I want communities to get active!
We are not at a loss just yet and I believe there is a way to marry nature and technology happily together. We, as a country, need to do this. We, as a country, need to step up and take responsibility for ignorant and naive choices by way of food and make it right. I believe that we can and I believe that supporting (whether emotionally or financially) the arts that bring to life these issues, such as The Anthropologists have, is how we will get ourselves back on track.
So, what are you waiting for?
Friday, June 19, 2009
Give Us Bread & The Action Center of Mercy Corps
Please check out these two amazing websites.
First of all, the women of Give Us Bread presented bold performances that felt authentic, accurate and organic. GO SEE THE SHOW!!! The black box theatre was everything I remembered from my days on stage - gritty and gorgeous. The perfect setting for The Anthropologists' 1917 food riot production.
Second, PLEASE visit the Action Center to End World Hunger. Marny & Sheldon (sorry, ladies, if I have butchered the spelling of your name - it will be corrected) of Mercy Corps led a discussion after the show that could have gone on for hours. They are passionate, positive and I hope to someday collaborate with them.
What an inspiring, eye opening and all together active Thursday night! The only thing I would have changed was to have more time, I did not want the discussion to end!
I have a ton to say about this play & the Action Center, but because I have to get my work done before I can blog, you'll have to check back later tonight!
First of all, the women of Give Us Bread presented bold performances that felt authentic, accurate and organic. GO SEE THE SHOW!!! The black box theatre was everything I remembered from my days on stage - gritty and gorgeous. The perfect setting for The Anthropologists' 1917 food riot production.
Second, PLEASE visit the Action Center to End World Hunger. Marny & Sheldon (sorry, ladies, if I have butchered the spelling of your name - it will be corrected) of Mercy Corps led a discussion after the show that could have gone on for hours. They are passionate, positive and I hope to someday collaborate with them.
What an inspiring, eye opening and all together active Thursday night! The only thing I would have changed was to have more time, I did not want the discussion to end!
I have a ton to say about this play & the Action Center, but because I have to get my work done before I can blog, you'll have to check back later tonight!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Wine & Music
What a night!
Wine tasting with, master mind, David Lombardo & then singing (full force, none of this under-my-breath BS) The Beatles in the subway with a random musician-man!
A rad evening that could only be made possible in Manhattan.
Sweet dreams!
Wine tasting with, master mind, David Lombardo & then singing (full force, none of this under-my-breath BS) The Beatles in the subway with a random musician-man!
A rad evening that could only be made possible in Manhattan.
Sweet dreams!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Give Us Bread
Give Us Bread by The Anthropologists Theatre Company.
June 5-21, 2009
The Milagro Theater at CSV
107 Suffolk Street
F/J/M/Z to Essex/Delancey
Tickets: $20/$15 students & seniors
I'm going to see this performance on Thursday evening. Please check out their website and get to the show if you can!
June 5-21, 2009
The Milagro Theater at CSV
107 Suffolk Street
F/J/M/Z to Essex/Delancey
Tickets: $20/$15 students & seniors
I'm going to see this performance on Thursday evening. Please check out their website and get to the show if you can!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Sunday Dinner and a Romantic Picnic
I am not a fan of Sunday evenings. They mean the weekend has ended and Mr Hyde to my normal Jekyl is about to appear.
We packed a lovely picnic of fruit, cheese, bread, tomato salad and wine and rode our bikes to Crocheron Park; napped for about an hour and then came home.
After watching a bit of PBS cooking shows, we became inspired and left extra large portobella heads and 2 thin slices of steak to marinate in rosemary, lemon, garlic and salt. While everything grilled, we sipped Chardonnay from Tomasello Winery in NJ and noshed on the rest of quinoa and beans (I promise I'm eating the last of it for lunch tomorrow).
To round the evening off we played a fierce game of 500 Rummy with Baba.
A fabulous weekend which only a fool would want to end.
We packed a lovely picnic of fruit, cheese, bread, tomato salad and wine and rode our bikes to Crocheron Park; napped for about an hour and then came home.
After watching a bit of PBS cooking shows, we became inspired and left extra large portobella heads and 2 thin slices of steak to marinate in rosemary, lemon, garlic and salt. While everything grilled, we sipped Chardonnay from Tomasello Winery in NJ and noshed on the rest of quinoa and beans (I promise I'm eating the last of it for lunch tomorrow).
To round the evening off we played a fierce game of 500 Rummy with Baba.
A fabulous weekend which only a fool would want to end.
Sunday Breakfast
Instead of running down to our local Italian Market for our usual Sunday morning breakfast staples (white potatoes, ham or bacon, etc, etc), we chose to do something a little different and here are the fabulous recipes I just threw together:
Sunday Morning Skillet Potatoes
1 Yam (or Sweet Potato) cubed
teaspoon of rosemary* chopped
1 sprig of thyme*
2 teaspoons of chopped garlic
salt and pepper to your liking
coat and toss with extra virgin olive oil
Start the ingredients all mixed together in the skillet on top of the stove until the oil start crackling a little. Transfer to 400 degree oven for about 30 minutes. Sweet potatoes should be slightly crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.
Eggs with Spinach, Herbs, and topped with Quinoa and Beans!
4 Eggs
Handful of Spinach*
Basil* chiffonade
1 sprig Thyme*
1 teaspoon chopped Parsley*
Salt & Pepper to taste
Quinoa and Beans were leftovers
Beat the eggs with a little bit of water and pour into medium size skillet. Layer the herbs, spinach & salt & pepper. Transfer to 400 degree oven (with potatoes) for 13 minutes. Heat up the quinoa and beans separately. When the eggs are done, take them out and portion amongst 2 plates and spread the quinoa and beans on top, then top with parsley.
* - from our garden
Joe and I both rated this our BEST breakfast yet. Extremely healthy and very high in protein. Trust me, when I finally open the cafe, this will be on the breakfast menu!!
Oh yes, and for you vegans out there (Ryan, my darling friend) - you can totally use soft tofu instead of the eggs.
Sunday Morning Skillet Potatoes
1 Yam (or Sweet Potato) cubed
teaspoon of rosemary* chopped
1 sprig of thyme*
2 teaspoons of chopped garlic
salt and pepper to your liking
coat and toss with extra virgin olive oil
Start the ingredients all mixed together in the skillet on top of the stove until the oil start crackling a little. Transfer to 400 degree oven for about 30 minutes. Sweet potatoes should be slightly crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.
Eggs with Spinach, Herbs, and topped with Quinoa and Beans!
4 Eggs
Handful of Spinach*
Basil* chiffonade
1 sprig Thyme*
1 teaspoon chopped Parsley*
Salt & Pepper to taste
Quinoa and Beans were leftovers
Beat the eggs with a little bit of water and pour into medium size skillet. Layer the herbs, spinach & salt & pepper. Transfer to 400 degree oven (with potatoes) for 13 minutes. Heat up the quinoa and beans separately. When the eggs are done, take them out and portion amongst 2 plates and spread the quinoa and beans on top, then top with parsley.
* - from our garden
Joe and I both rated this our BEST breakfast yet. Extremely healthy and very high in protein. Trust me, when I finally open the cafe, this will be on the breakfast menu!!
Oh yes, and for you vegans out there (Ryan, my darling friend) - you can totally use soft tofu instead of the eggs.
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