Spring is hitting. Sure, we may have a few more wintery days ahead, but the weather is great at the moment.
I got my wish on the flip flop season of my last post. We had several days of 50s-60s in the city during which the gash on my foot could finally start to heal over. As of a couple of days ago, even walking in shoes doesn't bother me one bit.
I've been in Ithaca since Friday, headed back home tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to being apart from P, but it will be nice to be back in the city. Hopefully it won't be too awfully long between visits.
While here, we went to Moosewood on Friday night. We had an incredible meal, appetizers through dessert. I had a Russian vegetable strudel in whole wheat phyllo dough that was out of this world. And whole wheat phyllo! It hadn't even occurred to me to try it. I found a recipe, but considering the size of my kitchen, I'm more likely to hit Whole Foods' freezer section for pre-made stuff first. What I also liked about the Moosewood pastry was that it wasn't too oily. They had to have used very light brushes of olive oil between layers and very little, if any, on the outside. I'm salivating just thinking about it.
The work front has been going decently. I'm doing a small consulting project, which is keeping my brain moving. I'm using some coding muscles I haven't stretched in a while (pretty simple stuff- I'm so NOT a hard core developer).
I've been reaching out to a few people, otherwise. I'm holding out for the right fit when it comes to a more permanent move.
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Antici... pation
I love leftovers. If I could, I'd eat them 6 days a week. Sadly, one has to actually have the first meal for it to really count, otherwise you're just planning ahead (something I also do- often, and not just in regard to food).
I've met several people in my life now who just won't eat them. This has puzzled me for a very long time. First of all, I was never really given a choice as to what I did/didn't eat as a child. In a large household, there was little short-order cooking done. And with so many mouths, there was always at least one person who wouldn't like some element of the meal or another.
As I was heating up my leftover veggie-loaded mac and cheese, it occurred to me one of the reasons I probably love them so much. Sure, the flavors have mingled and taken on a whole new element, but let's delve into my psyche for a minute.
In a family of 8 (I don't remember much when there were 9 of us), growing up among the Valley of the Giants (all many years my senior and all much taller than I, even in adulthood), leftovers were a prized rarity. If you did happen to have a meal you liked, it was unusual to find more of those tasty morsels the following day before being snarfed down as someone else's luch or snack, beating you to it. Sometimes one would be dreaming of it all morning, only to walk in the door from school or some other activity as someone is shoveling in that very last forkful of the coveted tasty goods. Living in a microwave-free household, it didn't hurt that most things were warmed up in a cast iron pan with bacon grease (it's a miracle I was a skinny child-- probably just because I was too slow on seconds and leftovers).
Wow, just typing "bacon grease" made me drool a little.
I love this time of year, moving into the cooler seasons, for many reasons. One of them is that it means I'm cooking more and stocking my refrigerator and freezer with more servings of soups, stews and casseroles to come.
I've met several people in my life now who just won't eat them. This has puzzled me for a very long time. First of all, I was never really given a choice as to what I did/didn't eat as a child. In a large household, there was little short-order cooking done. And with so many mouths, there was always at least one person who wouldn't like some element of the meal or another.
As I was heating up my leftover veggie-loaded mac and cheese, it occurred to me one of the reasons I probably love them so much. Sure, the flavors have mingled and taken on a whole new element, but let's delve into my psyche for a minute.
In a family of 8 (I don't remember much when there were 9 of us), growing up among the Valley of the Giants (all many years my senior and all much taller than I, even in adulthood), leftovers were a prized rarity. If you did happen to have a meal you liked, it was unusual to find more of those tasty morsels the following day before being snarfed down as someone else's luch or snack, beating you to it. Sometimes one would be dreaming of it all morning, only to walk in the door from school or some other activity as someone is shoveling in that very last forkful of the coveted tasty goods. Living in a microwave-free household, it didn't hurt that most things were warmed up in a cast iron pan with bacon grease (it's a miracle I was a skinny child-- probably just because I was too slow on seconds and leftovers).
Wow, just typing "bacon grease" made me drool a little.
I love this time of year, moving into the cooler seasons, for many reasons. One of them is that it means I'm cooking more and stocking my refrigerator and freezer with more servings of soups, stews and casseroles to come.
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