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Cutting board canapés, from a Sunday Suppers class last October.
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Afternoon light.
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The beginnings of Roasted Cauliflower Soup.
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Just over here keeping my skillet good and greasy.
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Disappointment
It’s a holiday today, so along with watching online updates from the inauguration and marking things off my to-do list, I get to be home during the day to eat lunch at my very own table. This never happens (except on the weekends, but let’s not nitpick)! I felt like I had to eat a sandwich today, because, you guys, we need to talk about expectations and major disappointments. Real life lessons only here on this site.
Over the weekend, I’m sad to say, I finally ate one of those classic sandwich at Katz’s. Sad to say, because it took me my entire early life to make it there and, well, it was meh. The food was fine. The restaurant was a mess. The employees and the patrons looked like they hated everything. New York has so many food institutions I feel awful about skipping, but no more. Excuse me while I just stick to Mile End’s ever-reliable smoked meat from now on. -
Early to Rise, Early to be Really Cranky
Mornings are the worst. Let’s just start things off admitting this. As much as I try, yearn, and force myself to be a morning person it just doesn’t happen. Once I’m up it’s not too bad, life goes on. But physically getting out of bed, well, that’s a whole different story. Most of the time I end up falling asleep during my morning get-out-of-bed pep talks and wake up 45 minutes later. Talk about willpower, right?
But then I found a cure, or at the very least something that helps. Ready? Fly to Europe. Yes, you read right. Just hop on that plane, fly to Europe (anywhere, take your pick!), and then return home to the good ol’ U.S. The trick, however, is that you have to stick to the European time zone.
When Matthew and I flew home from Dublin about a month ago we had the brilliant idea of trying to harness our (or just my) getting-up-lateness by using the time zone confusion to our advantage. Then the angels sang! It worked! And suddenly I get what mornings are all about. Breakfast, the Today Show, so much time! It’s like no one told me how good it would be. -
We ate tamales and champurrado for breakfast, and snacked on fresh concha bread from the panaderia across the street for lunch. Love me some East Harlem. Also, carbs.
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Emotional Weather Disaster Eating
Like just about all New Yorkers, we spent the past few days under a Sandy-induced vacation, inside, hoping the power stayed on, soaking up all the great light I miss while I’m at work, and, of course, eating. In my case, I used the time to explore the art of cooking “poor food,” as Matthew calls it. It turns out I have gone my entire life without cooking or knowing how to cook oatmeal. From a jar. And not from a instant package. Oops, looks like I haven’t lived, you guys.
The good news is, with brown sugar and stewed pears it is really good. Like, I made it a second time to “take some photos” which is code for, I’m in a natural disaster so I’m eating a big ol’ real breakfast for the second day in a row.
Jokes aside, I’m feeling blessed we have power and dry floors.
