tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53325505337353283342024-03-13T14:00:14.730-04:00Eat Your FeelingsRecipes for Self-LoathingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-89683391728930993622016-04-25T12:49:00.000-04:002016-04-25T14:46:28.738-04:00Mother of a Meatball for Marathon Moms <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Dear Reader,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The leaves are just beginning to appear on the trees, I am woken early each morning by the cacophony of birds newly returned to town, and my blood is already 22% rosé, which can mean only one thing - it's time for everyone to start running marathons. You think I'm joking? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Each spring, mommies emerge from their winter hibernation, shed their yoga pants, squeeze themselves into running tights and hit the road. I never understood this phenomenon, indeed I used to boast that I never ran unless being chased, but then I had kids. Running long distances requires dedication, perseverance, decent shoes, and a great deal of time - time ALONE. You see where I'm going? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Making the commitment to train for even a half-marathon enables you to strap on your sneakers, pop in your headphones, and blast Cher for an hour or two - or three if you are really really slow - and nobody is going to complain! Personally I have run a <a href="https://watchheatherrun.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">full marathon</a>, three half-marathons, and this Sunday I'm running another half. Judging from the pain in my glutes (I can call them that because, as I said, I'm a marathon runner) this might be my last. So I'm going to go out with a bang, and am serving up the perfect post-race repast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Enjoy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You will need:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Olive Oil </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Garlic, thinly sliced</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Fennel Seed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Oregano</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Crushed Red Pepper </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sugar</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">First of all, get yourself some meatballs the day before your race. You can <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2016/02/everyday-meatballs/" target="_blank">make them yourself</a>, buy them ready made, who gives a shit, you're running a marathon. You're going to be really tired tomorrow, and you're not going to want to be cooking, so in addition to packing your race gear, you're making one hell of a sandwich, whose image and aroma you can think about on those long miles instead of thinking about how much your feet hurt from kicking so much ass. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Prepare the meatballs. I like to get <a href="https://gardein.com/products/meatless-meatballs/" target="_blank">vegetarian meatballs</a> and brown them in some olive oil. You are a big girl, you can decide what kind of <a href="http://giphy.com/gifs/funny-arrested-development-eye-I1mDA4dGGjbnW" target="_blank">balls you like</a>. Into a sauce pan, pour a few glugs of olive oil. When it's heated, add the garlic. I like to add four cloves because I'm like that. Don't cook it for too long, and add a half teaspoon of fennel seed which you've used your massive muscles to grind in your mortar and pestle. Also add a teaspoon of oregano, a pinch of crushed red pepper, and a pinch of salt. Then pour in a can of tomato sauce. Let this all simmer for about thirty minutes, then add a pinch of sugar. Pour this on top of the meatballs. In the morning, slice up your ciabatta, drizzle on some olive oil, and put the meatballs and sauce in the slow cooker to warm. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">After the race, don't even stop to shower, unless you've <a href="http://www.houstonpress.com/news/five-of-the-most-disgusting-marathon-pictures-ever-6721713" target="_blank">soiled yourself</a>, in which case by all means, shower, but leave on your medal so that everyone can see what a champion you are. Dump as many meatballs as you can fit into the ciabatta roll, top with a fistful of Parmesan, and enjoy with a cold beer, before registering for your next race. You deserve it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-552205342847474792016-04-12T14:35:00.000-04:002016-04-12T17:22:29.717-04:00Mind Blowing Eggs for Smarty Pants TeenagersDear Reader,<br />
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Last week as I was polishing off the last of the chocolate eggs, I was wondering aloud why the Easter holiday even features eggs. It's really kind of creepy when you think about a giant rabbit sneaking around and hiding eggs all over your house. I mean, if a person were doing that, they'd likely get shot. Well lucky me, I have a smarty pants in the family, in the person of one teenage son, who told me that eggs are featured in Easter celebrations because the holiday is derivative of pagan fertility rituals, and eggs are, duh, all about fertility. Then he went on to tell me about gender fluidity, and that our universe began as a singularity and is expanding in all directions at the same time, and therefore has no center. I tried really hard, but I can't get my mind around that, and did you guys even know about gender fluidity? I needed a drink.<br />
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All of a sudden it was time to make dinner, and I wasn't in the mood to go to the grocery store to buy food stuffs for cookery, because like I said, I had been drinking. I opened my cupboards and did a quick inventory, and found the perfect solution in the form of the almighty egg. I present to you, the ultimate food for any meal. Seriously - breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, late night snack, second dinner, it's perfect <br />
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Olive oil<br />
Onion, chopped fine<br />
Garlic, minced<br />
Paprika<br />
White wine<br />
1 can crushed tomatoes<br />
Eggs<br />
Cheeses<br />
Chives<br />
Baguette<br />
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First up, preheat the oven to 425. Pour some olive oil into a sauce pan, and when it gets glossy, add in the onion. Saute for five minutes or so, then add the garlic. Give it a stir, then add a half teaspoon of paprika. If you like, you can also add a pinch of crushed red pepper. I skipped this because I was making this for my family, and if I make something that is at all spicy, I have to sit across the table from people who are gasping, clutching their throats, gulping down water, and sometimes trying to wipe off their tongues with a napkin. So I left it out. If you like it, toss it in. Next up, mommy's little helper, aka white wine. Pour in a glug and stir everything around. My buzz was starting to wear off, so I also poured a few glugs into a glass for my enjoyment. Then I added the tomatoes and some salt and pepper. I let it simmer for about twenty minutes, you can let it simmer for longer, but I was hungry.<br />
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I greased the inside of my ramekins with a little butter, then ladled in some of the tomato sauce. Then I cracked an egg into a small bowl and tipped it into the ramekin. NOTE: I did not simply crack the egg into the ramekin itself, as this might result in shells in the dish, and subsequent micro-inspection of food by fellow diners, nor did I hide the whole egg under the sauce, as that would be disgusting. Once the egg is inside, sprinkle on some salt and pepper.<br />
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I placed my ramekins on a baking sheet and also threw on some sliced baguette that I had brushed with olive oil. I kept a close eye on the whole affair once it went into the oven, so I could remove the baguette once nicely toasted. When the egg whites were almost set, I sprinkled grated cheeses over the ramekins. One of us wanted Cheddar, two wanted Parmesan, one wanted Gruyere. No problem for me, as I had all three. If you have to choose, I'd go for the Parmesan. Back into the oven until the whites were set, the cheese melted, and the yolks still runny. Snip, snip, snip, went the chives on top, and are you freaking kidding me?!? This was so delicious I made it again two nights later, and nobody even complained. In fact, they were delighted. Mind blown.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-86774772781269617622016-03-01T14:34:00.000-05:002016-03-01T14:34:04.287-05:00Super Tuesday Souper Supper<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Apologies. It was my intention to post something on Monday to ease you gently into the week, but you know how sometimes on Sunday night you open a bottle of wine to share with someone, and then you accidentally drink the whole thing? And then you totally forget you drank the whole bottle, and you open another because your short-term memory has also forgotten that it's a school night? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Needless to say, I woke yesterday with a foggy head and a queasy stomach, so I thought I would just wait till today, but guess what? This morning my head was POUNDING and my stomach was in REVOLT, and no, the glass of Chateau de Flaugergues had nothing to do with it. That's right. It's <a href="http://www.politico.com/story/2016/02/super-tuesday-2016-everything-you-need-to-know-219849" target="_blank">SUPER TUESDAY</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Like most Americans - hell, like most of the citizens of the entire planet, I've had it with this presidential election. Here's the worst part - it hasn't even really started yet! Even the most die hard political junkies are lining up at the political methadone clinic <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lw78la_u4e8" target="_blank">to get off this roller coaster</a>. And I mean roller coaster literally, because for all the insanity we've witnessed lo these many months, all the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnpO_RTSNmQ" target="_blank">highs</a>, and all the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mvlm3LKSlpU" target="_blank">lows</a>, we are exactly where we were when we started. At first it seemed <a href="http://www.businessinsider.com/barack-obama-donald-trump-insults-white-house-correspondents-dinner-fox-news-2015-8" target="_blank">fun</a>, but now it's just genuinely <a href="http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/elections/2016/02/29/donald-trump-georgia-rally-valdosta/81129964/" target="_blank">depressing</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So, for this particular Tuesday, I have something nourishing and comforting, which I will eat while browsing real estate listings in Australia, Canada, France, or any other country which limits the amount of time their local blowhards can barrage the people with their political campaigns. Maybe I'll get lucky and be deported back to where my grandparents came from. In that case future posts will be via the <a href="http://duranduran.warnereprise.com/" target="_blank">UK </a>or <a href="http://www.travelchannel.com/destinations/croatia/articles/croatias-sexiest-beaches" target="_blank">Croatia</a>. Either one is fine with me. Enjoy (after you've voted, FFS please vote).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">You will need:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A book<br />Crimini mushrooms, 1 lb</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Two red peppers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Five carrots</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Six shallots</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Fresh thyme</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Four cloves garlic </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Bay leaf</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Olive oil</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Parsley</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Crushed tomatoes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">White wine</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Butter </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Barley </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Turn off the television, turn off the radio, put your phone in your sock drawer, and preheat the oven to 425. Don't give in to temptation to put your phone in the oven, undoubtedly you will want it tomorrow. Peel and chop carrots. Do not shove carrots in ears. That could hurt. Chop mushrooms and peppers, and place all on a rimmed baking sheet with unpeeled garlic and shallots. Drizzle olive oil all over until the veggies are as slimy as a politician from (take your pick). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Toss with a couple of thyme sprigs, some parsley sprigs and a bay leaf or two. Roast until everything is as golden brown as the spray tan on Donald Trump, and your house smells like it's the first Thanksgiving. Think about that day, and wonder where we'd be if the settlers had just gone to live with the indigenous peoples. Decide to build a long hut, you know, when it's warmer out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Set half the vegetables aside, peeling set-aside garlic and shallots, and place the rest in a large pot. Over the stove, heat the baking pan with white wine, and scrape up the browned bits of veggies, dump this into the pot along with half a cup of crushed tomatoes and four cups of water. Bring to a boil and simmer for 45 minutes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Meanwhile, pour another glass of wine and drink that quick, because if you wait till the kids are home from school they will hassle you about day drinking and they just don't understand about Super Tuesday. Discard bay leaf and thyme, then add barley, and pass everything through a sieve, taking a moment to visualize your mind as a sieve, retaining only the pulpy fiber of what you hear in the media, and letting all the bullshit just pass through. Flush the bullshit away. Mentally, I mean.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Put a healthy dollop of butter into the pot and toss in half a cup of barley, stirring it around till it's coated in fat like I'm going to be when all this is over. Add stock, bring to a boil, and simmer until barley is tender, about one hour. Add vegetables you've set aside. Serve this with some crusty bread, a nice sharp cheese, and something bracing because it's going to be a long nine months. Read a good <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780374534141" target="_blank">book</a> to take your mind off things.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-35875665524490295702016-02-22T13:28:00.001-05:002016-02-22T13:43:39.577-05:00 EXTRAORDINARY BURRITO FOR ASTONISHING PEOPLES<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">To be honest, I never thought I'd be back here. Or rather, I never thought I'd be gone for so long. But sometimes life pulls the rug out from under you like my little sister used to do to the family dog, and just like Duncan, you go sprawling. Sometimes you're flat on your face for so long that your cheeks bear the imprint of the hardwood floor, or shag carpeting, whatever the case may be. But life goes on, and at some point you realize you've been lying there for so long that your muscles have atrophied, and you've gotten fat, and you don't recognize yourself. Suddenly instead of creating recipes for you lot, people are asking you to go into politics or something, and that my friends, is when you drag your ass up, pull up your Spanx, kick off those Uggs, and put on some actual shoes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Two things have happened recently which have led me back here. Well, two and then a third. One involves a work proposal which has given me an actual reason to revisit <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eat-Your-Feelings-Recipes-Self-Loathing/dp/0452296587" target="_blank">Eat Your Feelings.</a> The second is a letter I received from a member of a rebel group either in the planet Corelia or in the American Southeast. Take your pick. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Dear Heather,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>I have accomplished many things in my time in this universe. I have helped defeat the Galactic Emperor, completed the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs, I rescued a princess, destroyed a superweapon that would have obliterated us all, I've been frozen in carbonite, made friends with muppets, comanded the Pathfinders, I am in fact a General, and on top of that I attended medical school, am an actual doctor and a mother. The problem is that lately in my current place of employment, I am inundated by those who demand of me menial tasks, trivial nuisances beneath my station, my rank, my education and my intellect. It has rendered me physically too exhausted to complete my PX90, and that can not do. To make matters worse, when I travel to and from work I am bombarded with the most horrendous vitriol imaginable, delivered via car radio. I wonder, has this planet slipped into a black hole? The collective peoples of earth, and mainly the United States where I am now, have lost their fucking minds! When I arrive home as depleted as a mylar balloon clogging a landfill five thousand years from now, am I met with warmth and comfort! Nay! Rather my home has been overrun by small peoples who need - no - demand of me absolutely everything. I don't get it. I can see myself in the mirror. I look fucking amazing (have you tried P<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">90X</span>?) I know I AM fucking amazing, so why doesn't everybody else know that, too?</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Help me Heather. You're my only hope.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Yours,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Totally Fucked</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You see what I'm talking about? How am I to ignore a plea like the one from TF? I mean, I totally get it. TF, for you I have the perfect tonic to your troubles. Enjoy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">One hour</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Black beans</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Step one, after work take the long way home. Go somewhere, anywhere, just for a little bit, even if you just drive once around the block, nothing is going to collapse, at least not to the point of disrepair. Once home, take deep cleansing breaths, making sure they're loud enough to both drown out the whining of small persons, and to scare them into thinking you might be about to keel over or explode. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Once the coast is clear, go in for the pineapple. Throw it into a roasting pan along with the sweet potato. How much? However much you want. You're in control here, the last thing you need is some lady telling you how much freaking pineapple to eat. Toss both with a little olive oil and some brown sugar if you like, and roast at about 425 degrees until the edges are crispy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Meanwhile, put a couple of onions into the food processor, whiz them up and put them into a bowl, then chop the green and red peppers in the processor, then chop up tomatoes with a knife, that's a lot of chopping, but you've got those insane P<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">90X</span> arms, so should be no problem. Place some onion and tomato into a bowl with minced cilantro, squeeze lime juice over it, and add some salt. Keep the lime handy in case someone comes to ask you for something, and then accidentally squirt it in the direction of the eyeballs. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Place some onion and minced garlic into a saucepan with some olive oil. When the onions are soft, add some cumin, then add the black beans and some orange juice. Not too much. You're making black beans, not the world's most revolting smoothie. Season with salt and pepper and let this simmer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Next mash some avocado, add the remaining onion and tomato, some lime and salt. Don't give in to the temptation to just eat this out of the bowl. It would be good, but will be so much better later. Wait and see!</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-8339764843812720692013-03-05T14:32:00.000-05:002014-04-28T16:49:44.157-04:00NRA CookiesDear Reader,<br />
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I apologize for my absence. My time has been taken over by matters of politics and persuasion. You can read about it <a href="https://heatherwhaleyusa.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">here</a> if you like. One of my new activities has included spending time with members of the NRA. Being a decent person, who likes to fix things in the kitchen, occasionally I make a little treat to bring along to these meetings. It turns out that everyone, <a href="http://www.rachelmaddow.com/" target="_blank">Radical Lefties</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/gayletrotter/" target="_blank">NRA members</a> alike, LOVE cookies. So today I am sharing with you my never fail NRA Cookies. These aren't going to win you any friends among those who ideologically oppose you, but I have personally seen at least one pistol packing paranoid patriot double fisting these bad boys. Enjoy.<br />
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Concealed Carry Permit<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-37052651384520943472013-01-21T14:05:00.000-05:002013-01-21T14:09:38.990-05:00Ribollita for Rabble RousersDear Reader,<br />
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I apologize for not having posted in so long. I've gotten swept away by this movement for reasonable gun laws. Here is a video I made using some local kids. Please share it with everyone, everywhere. And for your trouble I offer some Ribollita for Rabble Rousers.<br />
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2 onions<br />
3 carrots<br />
Facebook account<br />
3 celery stalks<br />
3 cloves garlic<br />
Thick skin<br />
2 cups shredded cabbage<br />
2 cups shredded escarole<br />
2 cups shredded spinach<br />
1 28 oz can plum tomatoes<br />
Shamelessness<br />
Fistful basil<br />
6 cups stock<br />
1 baguette, cubed<br />
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First, check Facebook to see what poorly spelled insults the right wing conspiracy loonies have posted on your wall. Wonder why they don't teach grammar in bunker schools. Place onions, carrots, celery, and garlic in food processor and chop. Pour a healthy glug of olive oil into a large pot, and toss in vegetables. Throw tomatoes in the processor and whiz those up, too. When they have begun to soften, as people who underestimate you expect you to do also, add in the stock, greens, and tomatoes. Email everyone you know to make sure they have found out who represents them in congress, that they have their phone number and email address. Encourage- no require they call/write/email immediately or face wrath of no soup. Add beans to pot and cook 20 minutes more. Add bread and basil, cook ten minutes more, or just enough time to post the above video to your Facebook, Twitter, Tumbler, and then email to your entire contact list. Eat soup. Thank you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-4824288710351903382013-01-01T21:54:00.002-05:002013-01-01T21:54:58.426-05:00Happy New Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear Reader,<br />
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Happy New Year! I've been absent for a while, busy with the holidays and unable to speak for the obscene amount of cookies being shoveled by the fistful into my mouth at all times. I have for you, tonight, the night after New Year's Eve, the perfect cocktail to take the edge off the bummer of the end of holidays, to warm the cold toes of winter, to grow the heart of even the most devout Grinch. And it's easy to make. All you need is some ice, or snow. That will do in a pinch. And some vodka. Pour it over the ice, wait fifteen seconds. Be patient! Pour in some tea, left over from breakfast perhaps. Not hot, mind you, just some regular old tea that you brewed some time ago. Squeeze a lemon over it. Perhaps a sprig of mint. Or just forgo the tea, the lemon, and the mint and drink the damn vodka. It's a New Year, kid. Enjoy it.<br />
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Here is something else I wrote, not food related, but definitely related to all the drinking and cookie binging.<br />
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<a href="http://heatherwhaleyusa.wordpress.com/2012/12/30/new-years-letter-from-connecticut/" target="_blank">Something Else.</a><br />
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xo<br />
HeatherAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-28668713749930584112012-12-04T12:56:00.001-05:002012-12-05T07:07:56.681-05:002012 Holiday Gift GuideDear Reader,<br />
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As the holidays approach we all become a bit busy, a bit overtaxed, generally a bit panicked about finding just the right gift for the people on our lists. Many of us turn to online gift giving guides compiled by <a href="http://www.squidoo.com/top-survivalist-gifts" target="_blank">tastemakers</a> to ensure your friends and loved ones get exactly what they want. I've perused these lists myself and while <a href="http://www.goop.com/journal/get/202/wish-list" target="_blank">overpriced used tablecloths</a> and <a href="http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374306583505&PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446124563&R=828833554787&P_name=Bottega+Veneta&N=306583505&bmUID=jJCBkJX" target="_blank">granny-style wallets that cost more than you've actually got in the wallet</a> may be your thing, they're not mine. But don't fear. I will be happy with almost anything you get for me. Almost. Here is a list of things I do not want for Christmas this year, just in case you've got them in your cart and are threatening to push the trigger and click "Order Now." I think I can speak not only for me, but for all of us when I say that these gifts will not be appreciated, rather promptly handed back to you with a shove toward the door and a "see you next year."<br />
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Now I know you are thinking, Heather you've gone too far. Nobody in their right mind would give you a snake for Christmas! That's absurd. Well, as a matter of fact this is exactly what a friend gave me one year for my birthday. Okay fine, it was a ribbon snake and not a boa constrictor as pictured, but really, what's the difference?</div>
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I don't work at a desk, and this "Tabletop Zen Rock Garden" would look pretty strange on my kitchen table. The worst part about this gift is that I gave it to my father one year.</div>
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Oh sure, I'd love to hang this calendar on my wall for an entire year so that every day I could not only see what the date is, but also be reminded of how lonely and sad is my life, and how those hot royals would probably be mean, or worse, totally indifferent to me if I were to meet them, say at the grocery store, or while waiting for the school bus.</div>
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What DO I want for Christmas you ask? I am desperate for some linen hand towels. Plain, white linen hand towels with nothing printed on them, onto which I can print something of my own choosing. Should be easy enough, right? If you can find them, or even just send me a link to where I can buy them for myself, I will be your absolute best friend.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-44613646311635964812012-11-30T11:33:00.002-05:002012-11-30T11:41:55.322-05:00Get Ready<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8PYO8udS5EQ" width="420"></iframe><br />
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You might have heard we had some weather in these parts. I'm not going to try and say anything funny about Hurricane Sandy, because there's really nothing funny about it. However, when you are talking about secondary effects of a storm, and primary effects of being the only one in your family with a generator, hilarity ensues. Or hysteria in any case. Here is something to calm the nerves left raw and frazzled by family members camping out in your home. Enjoy.<br />
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Ice<br />
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First, place all perishables into a chest full of ice, reserving ice to be used in this cocktail. Then place any <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPR1a8B9YtU&feature=related" target="_blank">elderly relatives</a> in areas near a bathroom if they are functioning, or near the door if they are not, to encourage them to <a href="http://www.marksdailyapple.com/squat-poop/#axzz2C2F5UXn9" target="_blank">go by themselves</a>. Leave a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoJODATjY0g" target="_blank">trowel</a> by the door to prevent piles in the yard. Crush the ice using a hammer or other blunt instrument. Do not crush by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAJjK1odurs" target="_blank">bashing your head on the ice</a> - even though it may provide some <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iv8nK05xakw" target="_blank">numbing</a> now, it will hurt like a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aH9c0vmuGAI" target="_blank">mofo</a> in an hour. Likewise do not use size D batteries to crush the ice as you will need these for <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IkkgRuVzvg" target="_blank">portable radios</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkExpbnjsX8" target="_blank">flashlights</a>, or to sell to neighbors who do not have generators and didn't buy enough batteries. Throw some <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdEcPD2A6Zk" target="_blank">mint</a> in the bottom of a large glass, and smash it around with anything but the trowel. Place crushed ice into the glass and top with six ounces of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlHIxZyJHg4&feature=related" target="_blank">tequila</a> and two ounces of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKQ3LXHKB34" target="_blank">lemonade</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOFNIMMfTUg" target="_blank">limeaid</a>, orange juice, or whatever juice your have on hand. If your mother-in-law is staying with you, chances are she brought some juice, so take some when she's not looking. Swirl the whole drink around a bit and find a quiet place where you can be alone, such as a closet, cupboard, or inside the dryer. Take a deep, cleansing breath and drink with a straw. Repeat.<br />
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Here is how I spent a recent Saturday afternoon. A brief warning, this was an activity done with the help of children, so excuse the <strike>shaky</strike> creative camera work. Also a note: My son, the resident food police, was horrified at the amount of fat involved in this macaroni and cheese, but what he didn't know is that the cheese, or some of the cheese I used was of the lower fat variety, and the milk was 2%. I was trying to make a lighter version of a gooey, crunchy-topped mac and cheese, and I have to say, it was divine. I've listed the ingredients below. Enjoy!<br />
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6 Tbs. butter<br />
5 1/2 cups 2% milk<br />
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I don't know if it is the end of summer, the return of election year anxiety, or all of this suburban pudge I have packed on since moving out of the city, but I'm kind of down in the dumps. A frumpy dumpy mom is what I am, as a matter of fact. Yesterday I was explaining to my eight year old daughter that her math homework really wouldn't take that much time. She looked at me in my yoga pants and <a href="http://thehairpin.com/2011/06/what-i-actually-wore/" target="_blank">Aerosmith t-shirt from Target</a> that is now covered in paint from when I decided I could paint the garage, and said, "You know what else doesn't take much time? Putting together a decent outfit."<br />
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If I had the energy or the inclination I might have scolded her for <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1t4no6SKjjA" target="_blank">rudeness</a>. But, she's right. It takes no more time to put on a casual dress than it does those dorky yoga pants - you know, the ones for people that don't actually do yoga. After moving I developed some awful thing in my foot - a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_f95I7UpO5U" target="_blank">heel spur and Plantar Fascitis</a>, so gone are the days when I would run <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-7Vu7cqB20" target="_blank">five or six miles every morning</a>. My foot hurt so badly for a while, that I could barely walk, much less run. But then I went to the Nike outlet in <a href="http://www.freeportmaine.com/" target="_blank">Freeport, ME</a> and bought myself a pair of <a href="http://www.runactive.co.uk/browse-by-brand/nike/nike-air-icarus-womens/prod_428.html" target="_blank">Nike Icarus</a> running shoes. They felt different - better even that the fancy orthotics I was told to buy by the <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/during_the_day_i_dress_up_like_a_podiatric_surgeon_mug-168663678754981105" target="_blank">podiatrist</a>. So I ran. The first day I made it one mile, the second a mile and a half, and on and on until today. Thanks to those Nike's and the super fun app <a href="https://www.zombiesrungame.com/" target="_blank">Zombies, Run!</a> I managed to pound out four miles this morning. Up hills and everything! After my shower I pulled on a cotton dress from the <a href="http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Navigation/Sale/AllProducts/PRDOVR~80290/99102687592/ENE~1+2+3+22+4294967294+20~~~20+17+4294966902~90~~~~~~~/80290.jsp" target="_blank">J. Crew</a> outlet in <a href="http://www.saveur.com/article/Menu/A-Maine-Inspired-Beach-Picnic" target="_blank">Freeport, ME</a> (do you sense a pattern?) went to the regfrigerator, opened the doors and let the <a href="http://www.icehotel.se/uk/ICEHOTEL/Press-media/press-releases/ICEHOTEL---First-time-to-offer-Northern-Lights-during-autumn/" target="_blank">icy air</a> waft over me for a minute until I was faced by another problem. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qTIGg3I5y8" target="_blank">Food, ugh</a>. See, this suburban pudge I mentioned comes in the form of eight pounds that have settled on me seemingly for good. No amount of Weight Watchers tracking points or <a href="http://eatyourfeelingsrecipesforselfloathing.blogspot.com/2011/06/super-surprising-salad-for-soon-to-be.html" target="_blank">bowls of watermelon</a> have made a bit of difference. Bleh. Maybe this is just me now? Maybe this is me becoming <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezdHaiuofOI&feature=related" target="_blank">a middle-aged lady</a>. It's true that I find myself watching Face the Nation most Sundays. I never did that before. Perhaps I need to go to the mall and buy myself a nice new outfit at <a href="http://www.lanebryant.com/animal-print-cape/p153223/index.pro?selectedColor=Tannin&selectedSize=One_Size" target="_blank">Lane Bryant</a> to cheer me up. Maybe I'll do that later, but for now, I'm going back to the fridge to rustle up some lunch, and what I feel like is something a little spicy, a little sweet, something healthy but that won't leave me feeling famished in an hour because I have four different cheeses and three kinds of crackers that are actually singing to me the soundtrack to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4W9gA0LaBM" target="_blank">Jesus Christ Superstar</a> a capella. So I am armed with a little bit of advice for myself. It's okay to eat my feelings, but not okay to look like I do.<br />
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Oh my, it has been a long time since I posted anything. This was the busiest summer on record, with camp, vacations, family visiting, and the birthdays! Oh my god, the birthdays! In one week I made four cakes. That's not an exaggeration.<br />
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Plus two chocolate cakes that I didn't photograph because by that time I was totally over cake. Also I have this to deal with:<br />
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I know, she looks super cute, and she is, but it has taken me forty minutes just to write this because she has been sitting at my foot, staring up at me and BARKING VERY LOUDLY since I sat down. So I had to get up and take her out for a "walk" which consists of her yanking on her leash until she is gagging and wheezing, chasing every single squirrel, not to mention the moths and the butterflies, and only after all of that is she quiet and sleeping so that I can get down to business and answer some of this damn mail that has piled up in my absence.</div>
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I want to thank each and every one of you who has written to me either with encouragement or complaints. You make my life a sunny day. Not really. But it is ever so comforting to hear about the misfortune of others, isn't it?</div>
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This email arrived way back in the beginning of August, and it is from someone who goes by the name of DoobyDebbie, from whom I do not expect great things.</div>
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<i>Got any recipes for what to eat when you are stoned out of your mind but told your boyfriend that you quit smoking pot months ago and then didn't even though you thought you were going to but then your friend came over and had a stash of weed that she got in vancouver so you smoked and she left it at your house and you smoked it all yourself after she left and you're super hungry but know that if you crack open the box of teddy grahams he's going to totally know what you've been up to?</i></div>
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I certainly hope you're not still high, but I'm pretty sure you are. This one is for you. It may help, but I doubt it. Enjoy.</div>
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First, you need to say something that you would never normally say if you were as high as a kite. Avoid phrases like, "Dude, you have got to be kidding me," and, "Wouldn't it be cool if your car ran on slushies?" Try instead, "Did you know that recent studies challenge conventional medical thinking about CPR? It turns out that prolonged resuscitation for patients does not lead to permanent neurological damage. No! In fact, patients who underwent CPR for a long time fared just as well as those who were revived quickly," which I just read out of today's New York Times, or look to your own paper for ideas. Then ask if he's ever performed CPR, and as he muses, put on a pot of salted water to boil and toss in the spaghetti. If it is not time for spaghetti eating, say if it is nine o'clock in the morning, tell him that you are trying out a new Asian Breakfast Pasta you read about in Saveur Magazine. Be careful saying "Saveur."</div>
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Just before the spaghetti is finished, toss some broccoli florets into the water. In a large bowl, mix one half cup peanut butter, one glug red wine vinegar, one quarter cup tamari, one glug olive oil, and two squirts from the Honey Bear. Resist urge to talk to the Honey Bear, or apologize for squeezing out his brains. Crush one small clove garlic and add to sauce. Drain pasta and broccoli and add to the bowl containing the sauce. Chop some cherry tomatoes. Do not say, "Fuck it all," and throw the tomatoes in whole. That would be so obvious! Patiently chop them and toss them into the pasta. Sprinkle on some crushed red pepper flakes. Do not eat pasta directly from the bowl in which is was prepared. This is very important. Find a normal, human serving-sized bowl and fill it with a small mound of pasta. Do not attempt to use a plate. A plate offers no sides against which to press the fork thereby easily getting slippery noodles to your mouth, and you will just wind up with peanut butter and spaghetti all over yourself. Use a napkin. Have something to drink. Perhaps an iced tea. When you are finished, clean off your dish. If you sense he might be on to you, consider if it might just be marijuana-induced paranoia, and pretend to repair your eye glasses, a task requiring such nimbleness and agility, sure to convince anyone of your sobriety.</div>
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Summer birthdays. My daughter has one. Unfortunately for her, each summer many of her friends are away and unable to attend a birthday party. So we end up including a whole bunch of adults, which creates the problems of what to serve? How to decorate? What sort of plates do you use when half the guests are under ten and the other half are over forty? Lucky for you I have the answer. These adorable cupcake plates, napkins, and gift wrap are perfect. Cute enough to satisfy little girls' desires, adorned with yummy looking cupcakes so boys won't have to eat off of Barbie's face, and elegant for the grown ups. Oh, and there's another reason to love these. My mother <a href="http://www.carolynbucha.com/" target="_blank">Carolyn Bucha</a> did the artwork! I know you were under the impression that I must be the most awesome member of my family, but my mother is a wonderful artist. Just look at these plates! </div>
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You can buy them on Amazon, so there's no need to drop everything and run to the nearest party store. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Caspari-Cupcakes-Plates-2-packages-9960SP/dp/B005KT615Y/ref=sr_1_12?s=home-garden&ie=UTF8&qid=1342191813&sr=1-12&keywords=caspari+cupcake" target="_blank">Just click here!</a></div>
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What to serve on these plates? <a href="http://eatyourfeelingsrecipesforselfloathing.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-cake-for-absurdly-spoiled-six.html" target="_blank">Here's an idea</a>.</div>
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It has been raining for what seems like weeks. This cold grey weather feels more late September than early June, which perhaps explains my lack of judgment in preparing last night's dinner. Smart gals plan June menus with an eye toward fitting into a bathing suit at the beach rather than having to wrap yourself in two garbage bags tied together with duct tape. But I kind of don't care because what I made was so freaking good. <a href="http://www.lanebryant.com/swimwear/view-all/19239c19245/index.cat?sid=PSLB%3AGoogle%3Alarge_women_swim_suit&mcid=PPC&utm_source=Google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=Google%2BPPC&gclid=CLLb2Mn5ubACFUSK4AodIWTQ-A" target="_blank">Real good</a>. I had almost an entire loaf of garlic bread left over from the night before, and maybe I've been watching too many episodes of <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/chopped/index.html" target="_blank">Chopped</a>, but my mind immediately went to bread pudding. Holy cow.<br />
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I put these things in a dish with my torn up garlic bread. Everything was looking a little brownish, so I threw in some sliced sun-dried tomatoes because I don't care if it's not <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vaN01VLYSQ" target="_blank">1994</a> anymore, I still love the damn things. I mixed three eggs and three egg yolks with two cups of milk, salt and pepper, and poured it over the whole mess. Then I waited about 45 minutes. I didn't really just wait for 45 minutes. I was doing other things during that time. That would be pretty sad if I just sat and watched the bread sopping up the custard for 45 whole minutes while I cried deep down on the inside that I had nothing better to do. What I <i>should</i> have done is filled up on carrot sticks or broccoli to avoid the coming feeding frenzy. I sprinkled on a generous handful of grated parmesan and baked at 350 for about 40 minutes.</div>
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To make up for this decadence, I offer this musical sampling, perfectly distracting for the long slog on the treadmill. And this dude kind of looks like a musical theater version of my husband. Enjoy.</div>
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I know I have been silent for a while, but with good reason. I moved! Goodbye NYC, hello rabid raccoon chewing on my garage door! There are many ways in which a move can enrich one's life, lessons to learn, new friends to make, but the most important lesson of all is this: moving sucks. First there were the heart wrenching goodbye ceremonies for my children in their classes. My kids were crying, other kids were crying, it was an emotional Hunger Games. Then the stress of hoping that the people who are buying your house won't suddenly change their minds so that the kids have to go back to school on Monday after all the farewells. The worry that there might be poltergeists or radon (God, the <i>radon</i>!) lurking in your new basement, and then, once you move in, what the hell is that noise coming from under the living room floor every night at three in the morning? It sounds like squirrels are bowling under there. But to every cloud there is a silver lining, and today it arrived in the form of a mouse stuck to a glue trap just outside a previously undetected gap from the garage into the floor of the living room. Gotcha. It's amazing how blood thirsty you can become after a few nights lost sleep.<br />
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I thought I would miss NYC more than I do. Of course I miss friends, but in this day and age, people are never really very far away. For instance, I knew the moment my friend Sophia was egged in the head by neighborhood hooligans, and she lives in London. I do miss bumping into people that I know walking down the street. Hell, I miss walking down the street. But I love my car and it costs less than we used to pay for our parking space in NYC. Nobody ever tells you that life in the suburbs is a paradise for parents. In New York mornings began with a 7 AM leap out of bed, hurrying the kids into their clothes, force feeding them freezer waffles and then everybody hustling out the door to wait for the elevator, because you can't take the stairs, not when your neighbor leaves used condoms between the second and third floor landings. Then rushing down the street for a cab, or to the subway, then rushing down another street to the school, avoiding traffic, then being swept up into a sea of parents and children all funneling into a mouse-infested, lice-ridden old building, kissing goodbye while avoiding eye contact with other parents who might try and lure you into volunteering for mouse turd clean up duty.<br />
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This morning, we woke to the sound of birds singing. The kids got dressed and came downstairs for egg sandwiches and french toast, and I'm not making that up. Then we all walked to the end of the driveway where we said hello to the neighbor, then to the friendly bus driver, who whisked my kids off to their idyllic school which is surrounded by forsythia and has two gyms and two music rooms and where the lunch room has windows! I then went back to my house and ate a bowl of cereal. Then stared at the wall until The View came on, which I listened to just for the sound of their voices. No. I'm kidding about that. Except the cereal. Newman's Own Vanilla Almond with a banana. Then I found the dead mouse, jabbed my finger at it and said, "Fuck you, you noisy little fucker." You can take the girl out of the city...<br />
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In honor of my new life here in the country, I offer you a salad on account of I've gained about ten thousand pounds because it's too damn hilly here to run very far. Enjoy.<br />
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Glue Traps<br />
Watercress<br />
Butter Lettuce<br />
Vidalia Onion<br />
Blue Cheese<br />
Cherry Tomatoes<br />
Carpenter<br />
Avocado<br />
Mulch<br />
Hard Boiled Egg<br />
Professional Window Cleaner<br />
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When woken in the night by animals scampering in the attic, the garage, the nearby woods, or gnawing on your apparently tasty garage door, do not freak out! Go to refrigerator, remove watercress and butter lettuce, tear into a bowl. Slice Vidalia onion as thin as the deed for your new home. Sprinkle on blue cheese, which is the most prevalent cheese in WASP country. You might find some growing right outside on your blue cheese tree. Halve cherry tomatoes. While looking out the window, notice that the lawn guy didn't finish mulching the flower bed. Realize that you have spent more on mulch, a product which you heretofore did not even know existed, than you spent on three years of nursery school for your firstborn. Notice the warp on the window sill. Slice and chop an avocado and add "fix old window sill" to the ten page list of jobs for the carpenter, while resolving to learn how to fix things for yourself. Surely it can't be too hard to replace a faucet? Right? Chop a hard boiled egg and place in the salad bowl. While staring in the direction of the noise coming from the attic, notice that the absurdly tall window in the foyer is filthy. Realize that whoever installed this window must have been in cahoots with a professional window cleaning company because only they would be in possession of the tools required to clean it. Wonder if you could call the volunteer fire department and pretend there is a fire around that window so they might squirt it with the high powered hose. In a small bowl mix together white balsamic vinegar, dry mustard, salt and pepper. Toss together and enjoy before setting glue traps. When finished, empty remaining contents into sink and listen to the sweet sweet sound of the garbage disposal as it grinds up all your scraps along with your worries.<br />
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Another day, another email. This one comes from someone who calls herself, "Fat Breanna," which is a big part of her problem in and of itself.<br />
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<i>Heather-</i><br />
<i>About a year ago I was coming home after a night out with the girls. I had drunk about six tequila shooters, cause it was a girls night, and then had lost my keys. So I climbed in what I thought was my window, but was really the window of my next door neighbor, and I climbed right into his bed and woke him up. I always thought he was hot, and I wasn't shy on account of all the shooters (it was a Mexican restaurant where we were hanging out) so I had sex with the neighbor. Now I have sex with him all the time when I'm drunk, or when he's loaded, which is almost as often as I am! LOL! I love to party! Anyways, he won't even ever look at me when he's straight. Like he don't know me from a hole in the wall, and I really like him. Can you help?</i><br />
<i>-Fat Breanna</i><br />
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Breanna,<br />
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You say he "don't know you from a hole in the wall" which is exactly what you are to him. A glory hole. You know, one where he can stick his- you get the idea. I'm not going to tell you that it is impossible to move your relationship from glory hole to girlfriend, because supposedly a man walked on the actual moon, so clearly a lot is possible in this world that may seem, at first glance, entirely impossible. So. How about talking to him? Next time you see him, just say hello? Start there. Because you never know, he might be totally dull and not worth your time anyway. Lord knows there are many many people that you might enjoy fooling around with, but with whom conversation would be no more desirable than a hot poker in the eye. And find a place to hide a spare set of keys. Meanwhile, enjoy some Queso Dip.<br />
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First, have condom at the ready, don't count on him having one, because most people don't have one in their pajamas pocket. Saute chorizo until reddish and glistening, like your nipples when you peel off the pasties. Heat cream in a sauce pan, add in the shredded cheese, grabbing great handfuls of cheese like you do his hair while he's sleeping, stirring until melted. When the cheese is melted, add in the scallion, cilantro, salt and chorizo. Finely dice the chili, being careful to thoroughly was your hands after or else you will leave him with a burning that will never end. Mix all together and enjoy with chips. Serves 2.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-76120159298855712072012-03-12T12:17:00.000-04:002012-03-12T12:17:55.248-04:00SPAMMOGRAM SAMMYDear Reader,<br />
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I don't think it is accurate to say that most, if not all people experience some sort of mid-life crisis. Rather we experience three or four in close succession. I have made no secret that I turned 40 a few months ago, though you'd never know it to look at me. Just kidding. Along with turning 40 I <a href="http://eatyourfeelingsrecipesforselfloathing.blogspot.com/2012/01/phew.html" target="_blank">ran a half-marathon</a>, lost fifteen pounds and <a href="http://twitpic.com/8uhssx" target="_blank">cleaned out my closet</a> in the most major way imaginable. It is not possible, or at least not reasonable to wear <a href="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2010/4/21/48%20In%20Court.jpg" target="_blank">t-shirts with stupid sayings on them</a> after a certain age. That age should be sixteen, but for me it came a little later. Nor is there a place in my life for a t-shirt with a rainbow cheetah head on it. Not anymore. It's time to take stock and think about what I'm doing with my life. I would like to contribute something to the world other than snarky recipes, however delicious they might be. I'm not sure how I might do that, but I do know that I've always wanted to open a sandwich shop. I know exactly the sandwiches I would serve, and I would offer two salads and one soup each day, I know how the shop would look, and what the kids working behind the counter would wear. I would call my shop, "Sammy's" or maybe "Sammies." Perhaps someday I will own that sandwich shop, but today I've got to get a mammogram.<br />
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First, shower. For some reason you can't wear any perfume, deodorant or lotions to the mamogram, and it's gross to try and wipe it off with some depressing paper-wrapped moist towelette. Open Spam and slice into thin strips. If the thought of Spam fills you with as much disgust as it does me, opt instead for pork loin. Fry in skillet until no longer dangerous to eat. Mid-way through cooking, pour pineapple juice over Spam, letting it reduce to a nice syrup. Slice bread and rub one side with honey mustard, and the other with mayonnaise. Place Spam on bread and top with watercress. Pack into a lunch bag, and grab your magazines. I recommend <a href="http://www.luckymag.com/shopping/2012/01/100-cheap-spring-finds#slide=1" target="_blank"><i>Lucky</i></a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HmD0XZbtsM&feature=related" target="_blank"><i>Allure</i></a> because they feature stuff normal people can afford. If I so much as flip through <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzjB-9EV2RI" target="_blank"><i>Vogue</i></a> I am left with a deep feeling of inadequacy and failure, not at all what is needed for a mammogram. Go to your appointment. You will, inevitably be forced to wait for at least forty-five minutes. Enjoy sandwich while trying not to think about your breasts being squeezed until they are as thin as loose leaf paper in a vise that was most likely devised by a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZZf6zPyxDY" target="_blank">sadistic seventh grade metal shop student</a>. Remove top and adorn paper gown. Even though the nurse won't ask you if you have mayo on your body, know that it is entirely possible, so use moist towelette anyway.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-33813300101184346512012-02-24T16:01:00.001-05:002012-02-24T16:01:14.203-05:00Panic Attack Casserole<div style="text-align: center;">
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I have a friend, let's just call her Sally, who is going through a period of terrific angst at the moment. There is angst in her career, anxiety at home, and she's basically tied up in knots of gordian proportion all around. She was coming for dinner the other night and had specifically requested something cheesy and warming, to calm her frayed nerves. Problem was, she invited herself, and I didn't have time to go to the store. But no matter! I am the MacGyver of comfort foods. I quickly checked my cupboards and saw that I had rice and broccoli, as well as a pack of Quorn tenders. It is no secret that <a href="http://eatyourfeelingsrecipesforselfloathing.blogspot.com/2011/02/egyptian-freedom-chicken.html" target="_blank">I am a fan </a>of the mysterious Quorn. Anyhow, you could make this same thing with chicken, if you wish. My mind went instantly to a casserole, but I had no cheese, and only skim milk, which would amount to a pretty weak casserole, not at all what Sally required. Then I found, tucked behind my thousands of vinegars, exactly what I needed. Sally wasn't going to get some nasty broccoli mushroom soup casserole. No ma'am. For Sally, only the pseudo-French would do. Thus was born this conciliatory dish. Enjoy.</div>
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Voila my secret ingredient! <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> I made the "Bearnaise" according to
the packet directions, and slopped the whole thing together because
nobody was looking. If someone had been present for the event, I would
have gingerly mixed all the ingredients, and used a nice wooden spoon to
spread out the casserole in the dish, while wearing my adorable apron
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> I toasted a couple of slices of whole wheat bread, whizzed them in the processor, mixed with a little parmesan, olive oil, salt, and pepper, and sprinkled on top. Then I baked at 350 for about 20 minutes. Actually I don't know how long I baked it for because Sally arrived. I opened some wine and listened to her rant, cry, and hyperventilate simultaneously, which only made me drink more wine, and I totally lost track of time. Also I forgot to take a photo of the finished casserole, so the one above, taken after we ate, will have to do. Let me tell you one thing. That mofo was delicious. Sally left in good spirits, which may have been due to the wine, but I like to think my casserole helped.</span></span></div>
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Dear Reader,<br />
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Living in New York City provides myriad
opportunities for someone who likes to cook. Specialty grocers, farmers
markets, exotic spice bazaars, and whole buildings devoted to nothing but cheese
abound. I tend to decide what I'm going to make for dinner sometime
just after lunch, and then go pick up whatever I will need for that
night's meal. I don't need to tell you how expensive this can be. In
effort to be more thrifty, and clean out some of my cupboards which are
in danger of falling off the wall, my husband and I decided to try something. In one afternoon we would pick up all
the produce we would need for the entire week's worth of meals. I know
that a lot of people do this as a matter of course, but we're a bit new
at it, and as a result, one of us thought that we would definitely need at least six eggplants. We never eat eggplant, although I like it very
much, and found myself at the end of the week having to make a meal for
my family that used six eggplants. <br />
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I was inspired by <a href="http://www.jamieoliver.com/recipes/vegetarian-recipes/aubergine-parmigiana" target="_blank">Jaime Oliver's Eggplant Parmigiana</a>, so began with his sauce which you see in the picture above. Doesn't it look delish? It was. Olive oil, onion, garlic, oregano, tomatoes, wine vinegar. I didn't use the suggested basil, as I didn't have any, and this was a strictly use-what-I-have kind of affair.</div>
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I sliced and grilled the eggplant in my <a href="http://eatyourfeelingsrecipesforselfloathing.blogspot.com/2010/08/sock-it-to-me-halloumi.html" target="_blank">grill pan</a>. I should have cut the eggplant more thinly to minimize the slime factor.</div>
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Lovely parmesan made soft and fluffy with my <a href="http://eatyourfeelingsrecipesforselfloathing.blogspot.com/2011/01/neeeeeeeeew-microplane-grater.html" target="_blank">microplane grater.</a></div>
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I made breadcrumbs with the ends of whole wheat sandwich bread, <a href="http://eatyourfeelingsrecipesforselfloathing.blogspot.com/2011/01/neeeeeeeeeew-toaster.html" target="_blank">toasted</a> and tossed with a bit of olive oil.</div>
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I layered the sauce, the eggplant...</div>
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...and the cheese, until it reached the top of this lovely dish which was a wedding present ten years ago. I can't recall who gave it to me. If it was you, I thank you again, and you'll be happy to know that I use it frequently.</div>
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Ok, here's where I went a little crazy. I wanted something filling, but still easy on the old Weight Watchers points, so I topped the whole thing with a pint of fat free Ricotta, mixed with an egg. I added some salt and pepper, then topped with more sauce, the breadcrumbs and more cheese, then baked it in the oven for longer than I was expecting it to take.</div>
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I was a little excited when the dish was finally done, and forgot to take a picture before we ate it. It was delicious, and my kids enjoyed it, too - even if they said they didn't. The best part was all the room I had in the fridge after getting rid of those eggplants. I wonder what he'll bring home this week. Truckloads of turnips? Mountains of mustard greens? Or better yet, a bushel of beets. I like beets.</div>
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Now here is something to entertain you on this Monday. I forgot how weird this video is. That's probably because at the time it was made I thought it was the decade's greatest artistic achievement.</div>
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Can you imagine folding the laundry, putting away your husband's socks and finding a whole bunch of girlie magazines in his drawer? Yes? Well how about finding a whole bunch of Newt Gingrich paraphernalia? Horror! That is exactly what happened to Steffi in Jacksonville, Florida this week. Here you go, Steffi. I wish you luck.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Gingrich Spinach</b></span></div>
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You will need:<br />
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3 pounds spinach<br />
1 cloves garlic<br />
1/4 cup flour<br />
1 cup cream<br />
1 1/4 cups milk<br />
One small onion, diced<br />
1/4 cup butter<br />
1/8 tsp grated nutmeg<br />
handful breadcrumbs<br />
gruyere<br />
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Steam or boil the spinach until just cooked (or unfrozen as the case may be), then drain and squeeze all the water out, like you'd like to squeeze the brains of your husband if he thinks he's going to have some sort of new fangled "open" relationship. Give. Me. A. Break. Heat the milk and cream in a saucepan while you saute the onion and garlic in the butter. Whisk in flour and cook for a few minutes to create a roux. Add the warmed milk in a thin stream, like the thin stream of consciousness that must exsist somewhere in the head of the man you married. Whisk constantly so that you don't get any lumps, you've already got one of those, no need to add more. Stir in spinach, nutmeg, salt, and pepper. Top with breadcrumbs and enough grated gruyere to make you feel better, and bake at 350 until golden brown and bubbly. Go to www.newt.org and make sure your husband's name is first on the list to visit the moon base in 2019.<br />
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Now here is some music to help get you through these last six weeks of winter. <br />
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Dear Reader,<br />
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It should be obvious that there is little I love more than a weird cookbook. After all, I wrote one myself. I have one that I have been meaning to share with you. I bought it at a bookstore in Ithaca, New York, and it is from the mind of the one and only <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGD7TNnDeSQ" target="_blank">Phyllis Diller</a>. No just kidding. That would be really awesome. This one is from <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ew1zb9mrfpQ" target="_blank">Phyllis George</a>. It's called the I <3 America Diet. The premise behind this patriotic cookbook is that if you really love America you won't be a lardass. America needs skinny citizens, not only to look good, but fatties cost too much <br />
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Here is what Phyllis recommends a woman eat in an average day, in effort to "reduce."<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">1 medium orange</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1 medium egg, scrambled</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1 small bagel, with</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1 tsp. margarine, soft</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1 cup skim milk, fortified</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">(You can brown-paper-bag this one)</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1 cup tomato juice, preferably with no salt added</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1 salmon salad, consisting of:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> 2 ounces canned salmon, packed in water, served on a platter, with</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> 1 1/2 cups combined Romaine lettuce, watercress and sliced radishes, and</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> 2 teaspoons Italian dressing</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">2 slices whole-wheat bread</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1/4 medium cantaloupe</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1 cup fresh fruit cup (suggested ingredients: slices of banana and apple, grapes and orange sections)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">3 oz. roast chicken, preferably white meat</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1/2 cup lima beans, fresh</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1/2 cup spaghetti, enriched, with tomato sauce</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1 1-inch cube natural Swiss cheese</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1/2 cup broccoli, cooked or raw</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1/2 cup cauliflower, cooked or raw</span></div>
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First, that's one mighty big brown paper bag she brings her lunch in. Ms. George may have servants to rinse off her platters, but the rest of us have to make do on our own. Second, if I ate like that I would be as big as a house.<br />
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There was one nugget in this book that I found extremely enlightening. You know how people are always saying we should eat slowly? I've always taken that to mean chewing slowly, which is kind of disgusting. Phyllis advises, <i>"Bring your food to your mouth slowly. Count 1-2-3 from plate to mouth. You'll soon forget you ever shoveled it in at high speed. Your dining partners will appreciate the change to a more graceful you."</i> I'm absolutely sure my dining partners would appreciate a more graceful me. I'll try this one at home!<br />
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Here are some more of Phyllis' pearls of wisdom:<br />
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* When you dine with thin people, observe how much faster you finish your meal than they do.<br />
<span style="color: blue;">This is especially true if your thin companion is going to the bathroom to vomit between courses.</span><br />
* Bring a mirror to the table and watch yourself eat.<br />
<span style="color: blue;">If you want to look like a total idiot, this is a great idea. </span><br />
* If you have a motion-picture camera or a video recorder, take pictures of yourself eating. You may not smile when you see yourself on candid camera.<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_231516394"><span style="color: blue;">Andy Warhol did this. He ate very slowly.</span></a><a href="http://eatyourfeelingsrecipesforselfloathing.blogspot.com/2011/02/andy-warhol-eats-his-feelings.html" target="_blank"><br /></a><br />
* Eat with your knife, fork and spoon - never with your hands. That applies when you eat anything - a sandwich, a slice of bread, a roll or a piece of fruit.<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Again, a good idea if what you're really after is to look like an idiot, carving up your strawberry with a knife and fork. Paging George Costanza.</span><br />
* Put only one kind of food in your mouth at a time. Not steak, potatoes and onions in one mouthful. But one mouthful of steak. One mouthful of potatoes. One mouthful of onions. That's three mouthfuls instead of one, and that takes three times longer to consume.<br />
<span style="color: blue;"> Does she suggest you deconstruct your sandwich before eating? I'm highly opposed to that idea.</span> <span style="color: blue;">Especially if you then have to eat it with a spoon.</span><br />
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I want to leave you with a recipe from Phyllis George, and as it is Monday I will advocate for Meatless Mondays and pass on her "Frank Kebabs" (yes, hot dog kebabs are good for America) and "Oriental Beef." Enjoy.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">PHYLLIS GEORGE'S VEGETABLE NUT LOAF</span></b></div>
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Wheat germ, unsweetened<br />
1 cup chopped carrots<br />
1 cup chopped celery<br />
1/2 cup chopped onion<br />
1/4 cup butter or margarine<br />
1/4 cup flour<br />
1 tsp. salt<br />
1/8 tsp. pepper<br />
1/4 tsp. thyme<br />
1 1/2 cups milk<br />
1 cup natural cheddar cheese, shredded<br />
1 cup walnuts<br />
3/4 cup wheat germ, unsweetened<br />
3 eggs, slightly beaten<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-24028639416677087822012-01-27T10:18:00.002-05:002012-01-27T10:18:46.577-05:00Egged in the Head Chocolate Chiffon PieDear Reader,<br /><br />You know how sometimes you're standing outside your
house, talking to the fishmonger, and some neighborhood yahoos drive by
and hurl a bunch of eggs and one orange at you? No? Well my friend
Sophia does. This chocolate chiffon pie is for her. She needs it. So
much for "jolly old England."<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4SA_iZJ1pY/TyK-cgGUBAI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xfx9G2YXsHA/s1600/egg-300x224.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702329475066496002" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4SA_iZJ1pY/TyK-cgGUBAI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xfx9G2YXsHA/s400/egg-300x224.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 224px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Egged in the Head Chocolate Chiffon Pie</span></div>
<br />You will need:<br /><br />Eggs<br />Graham crackers<br />Sugar<br />Butter<br />Gelatin<br />Unsweetened chocolate<br />Vanilla<br />Salt<br />Cream of tartar<br />Heavy Cream<br />Sugar<br />Dark Chocolate<br /><br />The
first thing to do is help up the poor fishmonger, then place a really
large order for fish just to get him out of there. Then scoop up
whatever eggs you can find and bring them in the house. From your ear
remove one egg yolk and reserve. In a food processor, whiz up graham
crackers to make 1 1/2 cups crumbs. Mix these with 2 Tbs. sugar and 5
Tbs. melted butter, which you can easily melt right in your hand because
you're boiling mad. Press mixture into a 9 inch tart pan and bake for
10 minutes at 375. Look out the window to see if the kids are back.
Place at the ready four eggs, so that the minute you see them you can
retaliate. Fashion an egg slingshot from a heavy rubber band and salad
servers to maximize both velocity and trajectory.<br /><br />Pour gelatin
over 1/4 cup water, and let stand for 5 minutes while you go look for
that orange. Heat 2/3 cup heavy cream in a sauce pot until simmering,
then take off the heat and add 2 oz. unsweetened chocolate and 1/4 tsp.
vanilla, stirring till the chocolate is nicely melted like the egg
running down your back. Whisk in the gelatin.<br /><br />Scoop up two more
yolks and beat these with the one from your ear and 1/2 cup sugar and a
pinch of salt. Slowly add in the chocolate mixture, beating as you
would like to beat those egg thugs. Cover with plastic wrap and chill
for fifteen minutes while you take a shower.<br /><br />Beat the egg whites
and 1/4 tsp. cream of tartar until you have formed soft peaks. Add 1/4
cup sugar. Beat the chocolate mixture for a minute just to feel better,
and then fold the egg whites into it. Pour the whole thing into the
pie crust. Beat one cup heavy cream with 2 1/2 Tbs. confectioners sugar
slather over the top of the pie. Grate dark chocolate over the top and
sprinkle on some zest from that orange.<br /><br />Chill for two hours.
Place remaining eggs from carton in pockets of jackets, should you see
hooligans whilst out and about. If they are with their mother,
make sure you have an egg to toss at her as well.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851162673000373127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332550533735328334.post-4224216292106166092012-01-23T14:46:00.000-05:002012-01-23T14:46:51.392-05:00Phew.Boy am I glad that's over! Who knew that Central Park had alps in the northwest corner?! Here are a few photos from Saturday morning when I was a long distance runner.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbJAdCBQEQQ/Tx2t-7qCz0I/AAAAAAAABic/Cwdx1jiYSF8/s1600/IMAG1393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbJAdCBQEQQ/Tx2t-7qCz0I/AAAAAAAABic/Cwdx1jiYSF8/s320/IMAG1393.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">7 AM, trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do with these orange tags. Turns out they go on your shoe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QqAN2zt3oMg/Tx2uEMdL2II/AAAAAAAABik/-b60GGVGfSI/s1600/IMAG1394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QqAN2zt3oMg/Tx2uEMdL2II/AAAAAAAABik/-b60GGVGfSI/s320/IMAG1394.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">In a cab, freaking out because of the doom and gloom coming from the sky.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-1FhWgzDtM/Tx2uKl6kLXI/AAAAAAAABis/x7-x_KAbGT8/s1600/IMAG1398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-1FhWgzDtM/Tx2uKl6kLXI/AAAAAAAABis/x7-x_KAbGT8/s320/IMAG1398.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">At the park. Other runners heading for the starting line. Are they faster than me? Will they notice that I'm wearing sandwich bags over my socks to try and keep my feet dry?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9DnlUQ79KY0/Tx2uQgCJN3I/AAAAAAAABi0/6TVl_vrg0H8/s1600/IMAG1404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9DnlUQ79KY0/Tx2uQgCJN3I/AAAAAAAABi0/6TVl_vrg0H8/s320/IMAG1404.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Everybody ready for the race to begin. At this point I'm freezing from standing around in the snow and am looking forward to running just to get warm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOha_TxcwK8/Tx2uV5ix6oI/AAAAAAAABi8/mTA7xbCmJTo/s1600/IMAG1405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOha_TxcwK8/Tx2uV5ix6oI/AAAAAAAABi8/mTA7xbCmJTo/s320/IMAG1405.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I didn't stop for water here. Mostly because I was afraid that if I drank water I'd pee in my pants.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JcOAQv-cS9c/Tx2wwd3LKGI/AAAAAAAABjE/CFPplReUpkI/s1600/IMAG1409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JcOAQv-cS9c/Tx2wwd3LKGI/AAAAAAAABjE/CFPplReUpkI/s320/IMAG1409.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">For some reason I kept finding myself behind these two guys.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XurdSi5GBM/Tx2tA3EAsUI/AAAAAAAABh4/dqvi9XQBOag/s1600/IMAG1415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XurdSi5GBM/Tx2tA3EAsUI/AAAAAAAABh4/dqvi9XQBOag/s320/IMAG1415.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Close up of the conditions - everyone was sliding around with each step. I've never prayed so hard for a stinking snow plow. It never came. Needless to say my ankles are still aching.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhbeYZOrg_Q/Tx2sj1uQ-SI/AAAAAAAABgo/iIJxqe3XLBU/s1600/IMAG1410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhbeYZOrg_Q/Tx2sj1uQ-SI/AAAAAAAABgo/iIJxqe3XLBU/s320/IMAG1410.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">These dudes again. Nice pom pom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14gvb2zBw6Q/Tx2ssC3bV_I/AAAAAAAABgw/vhpn0ba5Uto/s1600/IMAG1411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14gvb2zBw6Q/Tx2ssC3bV_I/AAAAAAAABgw/vhpn0ba5Uto/s320/IMAG1411.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I got a little choked up at this marker, but not so much that I couldn't snap a quick picture and send to Facebook. Priorities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzyBFf89Igw/Tx2s5vec4GI/AAAAAAAABg4/gzaU5fwOEWE/s1600/IMAG1413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzyBFf89Igw/Tx2s5vec4GI/AAAAAAAABg4/gzaU5fwOEWE/s320/IMAG1413.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Yahoo. I took this photo after I had finished, gotten the freebie apple as well as a delicious Gatorade, then walked back around to photograph the finish line, so this does not accurately reflect my time. Just so you know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoCcN-P7_4w/Tx2tIWS9_lI/AAAAAAAABiE/QzEqTkPq8v4/s1600/IMAG1416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoCcN-P7_4w/Tx2tIWS9_lI/AAAAAAAABiE/QzEqTkPq8v4/s320/IMAG1416.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Hobbling out of the park, shivering because I was sweaty and without a proper jacket in the middle of a snowy park, and what happens? This bozo on the bike stops me to take a picture of him in front of the Dakota. Actually he wanted me to take two. Tourists.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MiG05ysbO88/Tx2tNeXOS5I/AAAAAAAABiM/Pyw5V2B_lH8/s1600/IMAG1418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MiG05ysbO88/Tx2tNeXOS5I/AAAAAAAABiM/Pyw5V2B_lH8/s320/IMAG1418.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Sandwich bags no help whatsoever.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xNI2PMnprZk/Tx2tTswdP-I/AAAAAAAABiU/xwyWp7rs1Zk/s1600/IMAG1421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xNI2PMnprZk/Tx2tTswdP-I/AAAAAAAABiU/xwyWp7rs1Zk/s320/IMAG1421.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Not only did I consume a whole loaf of French Toast, a few hours later I had this bad boy lasagna. Yes, that is the Garfield-sized piece I ate. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Now that my legs have stopped shaking, and my hip flexors can move again, and my knees are less creaky, and my ankles are only hurting a lot instead of a whole hell of a lot, I can say that this was an awesome experience. It did occur to me that if I were running a whole marathon, I would have to turn around and run the damn thing again, a feat which for the moment seems impossible. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">But never say never.</div><br />
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Dear Reader,<br />
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Tomorrow morning I will rise before the sun, don layers of something called "Capilene" and fleece, as well as sneakers, and set off for Central Park where I will run for somewhere around two hours. It is the Manhattan Half Marathon, and something possessed me to sign up for it. My goals are twofold: to finish, and to leave my pants unsoiled in the process. I've been working my way up to running 13 miles, so I should be able to make it, fueled by thoughts of the massive He Man breakfast I will devour when I'm done. Think of me tomorrow, as it will be snowing here in NYC and I will surely be freezing. I just hope I get some sort of medal that I can wear as an everyday accessory, perhaps pinned to the front of a turban. <br />
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What feast will be the subject of my race day imagination? Fitness Test French Toast, of course - great slabs of brioche soaked in a custard of egg, milk, vanilla, and cinnamon, griddled to a golden brown perfection in a butter-laden skillet and topped with apples simmered in more butter (don't give me any Paula Deen crap - I will have run 13.1 miles and I bet Mrs. Deen can't even drive that far without needing a breather) and brown sugar, then anointed with a generous pour of maple syrup. Oh yeah, and sausage. There will be sausage.<br />
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Wish me luck.<br />
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