Hot Off the Grill
11.09.2008:Captain's Log: Stardate Lunch
Man, is this the semester from heck. I have been a super busy Phoebe. I've fallen asleep grading papers like four times in the past two weeks.
That doesn't mean that I haven't had time to eat, though--there's always time for food! Last week (or, ten days ago, actually), I whipped up this recipe from this blog. Great for left-overs, as demonstrated above. I added a teensy bit of Gorgonzola to give the reheated veggies some bite and whipped up a tuna sandwich with walnuts and cranberries. The result was a superbly autumnal meal.
Excuse the Vulcan hair. These were taken on Halloween, and I was getting prepped for a costume party
You know, a lot of people, generally, but women, especially, feel self-conscious about the idea of having someone watch them eat. This webpage has been an interesting exercise in confidence. Obviously, I'm not afraid of posting unflattering pictures of myself, but I actually think I look pretty good in these. Pocky and a bit freckled, maybe, but I don't feel squeamish. There was a point in my life when I probably would have felt at least weird about it--self conscious of the act of eating and my food choices (thinking to myself: "There's cheese and mayonnaise on that plate--what will people think?!"). I think part of being fearless is acting fearless, though; in order to slay the beast, you have to face it head on. This beast is called food. This beast is called eating in public unabashedly and unashamedly.
(But maybe I've just traded in self-consciousness for vanity. That's possible too.)
After lunch, I partook in some wonka brand confections. I love runts. And nerds. And everlasting gobstoppers. Sweet, glistening carnauba wax. Apparently, the neighborhood kids weren't so excited by it. No one came to my house on Halloween! I ended up unloading most of the loot on my students, who didn't seem to mind.
Science Officer T'pho demonstrates the proper way to consume a fun-sized box of nerds.
Insert nerd joke . . . here.
Oh, incidentally, I have some poems up right now at nth Position. There's no food in them, but there is raunchiness. Eating and raunchiness are sort of related, right? It's all about being a good animal.
Labels: autumn, candy, lunch, poems, recipes, sandwich, self-image, vegetables
Posted at 8:00 PM // 0 comments
9.02.2008:
Bar-b . . . que?
I made hummus for the annual MFA program BBQ in Padgett Powell's backyard thing. This was my first time ever making hummus--I only resorted to making it because the BBQ was earlier than I initially realized and didn't have time to go to the grocery store and I had a can of chick peas in my pantry. It was superbly easy to make. Now I can't quite figure out why I've been paying $4.99 a container for it. Here's the recipe:
In a blender, blend:
- 1 can chickpeas
- 2 crushed garlic cloves
- A few tbsp of olive oil
- A few squirts of lemon juice
- Ground cumin
That's it. Seriously, what have I been paying for, and why?
In the past year, I've learned that poetasters and fictionistas are, consistently, amazing cooks. There's some sort of confluence of cooking and writing ability, apparently. Here's me eating some phenomenal red beans and rice and homemade blueberry pie and pumpkin biscuits.
But the truth is, even though all of the food was terrific, I only got really, really excited when someone brought out a bunch of boxes of Good Humor Bars. I have a massive, massive weakness for Strawberry Shortcake Bars. The marketing on the website is right on--they really are artificially flavored pure refreshment. Eating them makes me feel about four-years-old, and reminds me of hanging out at the Warrenbrook Pool and the smell of chlorine and beautiful blissful summer. And also makes the Strawberry Shortcake Theme Song get inextricably stuck in my head. But, with my obsession/regressive tendencies with my childhood and nostalgia in general, that's a good thing . . . right?
Since this was a communal eating event, I got lots of pictures of other people eating popsicles, too. There's something great about watching a bunch of thirty-year-olds standing around eating ice cream. Apparently, a lot of my friends are fans of drumsticks, and chose them over my succulent, scrumptious favorite, but since my mother is a drumsticks fan, I won't hold it against them.
Hey, wait a minute, this is not JamesDavisSniffingFlowers.com!
Labels: BBQ, food I made, food memories, ice cream, recipes, social eating
Posted at 11:56 AM // 2 comments
About Phoebe, Eating.
Phoebe is an omnivore. Her favorite foods include chili dogs all-the-way, dark chocolate, savory soups, swiss cheese, raspberry sorbet, Fuji apples, tangellos, soft pretzels, onion rings, dragon rolls, tuna sandwiches, steamed broccoli, her mother's matzah ball soup, and kettle corn.
See Phoebe eat!
Refresh for another picture of Phoebe eating!
Tasty Places
- ilovepickles.org - but really, who doesn't love pickles?
- Hot Dog on a Stick Enterprises!
- Allrecipes.com - Make something tasty, and then invite Phoebe over to eat it.
- 101 Cookbook Archives - Even more yummy stuff for Phoebe to eat!
- Foodpunx - Max and Lauren ALSO eat
Leftovers
