Every summer, Sarah and I spend a day at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We started this several years ago with the idea that by the time she was grown, we would have seen everything there is to see at the museum. Only problem - every time we go, we end up at the same exhibits. We take pictures at the Temple of Dendur, visit Edgar Degas' statue "The Little Dancer of Fourteen Years," walk through the period rooms, tell the story of the scandalous "Madame X" by Sargent, make a quick stop in musical instruments before hitting the gift shop. We even have the same lunch - we share a soup, sandwich, fruit cup and soda at the American Wing Cafe.
We have a great day every year. We laugh a lot and thoroughly enjoy the art we are seeing. Maybe we even enjoy it more now because it is familiar. I know there are whole worlds we have not touched - we have never even walked through the art of Oceania and I don't know where to find the photography section - but that does not diminish our enjoyment of the experience.
What does this have to do with food? Everything.
Like most people, I stick to food I know. I tend to cook the same things over and over again. Even though I have stopped cooking meat, I have quickly replaced those dishes with others that I make a lot. I want to be more adventurous, and I know there must be so much more out there that I don't know about, but I like what I am doing right now. If I am enjoying what I am eating, does it matter that there could possibly be other things out there? Should the specter of possibilities diminish my joy of the familiar?
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Onion Rings of Gold
When Matt and I lived in Boston, we frequented Kelly's Roast Beef, first at the stand in Revere Beach and then at the more traditional fast-food restaurant in Saugus. New York has its pizza, Chicago has its hot dogs, but Boston has the roast beef sandwich. I learned to love it like a local, with lots of barbeque sauce, and Kelly's was our favorite spot.
Last week, Matt and I attended a funeral in Boston. We left home at about 5:00 am to get there on time. By the time we had gone to the funeral home and mass and the cemetery, we were (to use that great English expression) knackered. We still had to drive home. We decided to skip the formal luncheon and pick something up on the road.
Kelly's has opened additional restaurants in recent years, and we were driving right by the store in Natick. After the stressful morning, Matt thought a roast beef would cheer him up. "Oh sorry," he said, "will you be able to find something to eat?" I appreciated the thought, but I too craved the familiar, even if I did not want to eat it.
Matt got his wonderful roast beef sandwich, I got some chowder and we shared a clam plate. The clam plate comes with onion rings, and it turns out I could have skipped all the other food. I don't even like onion rings, but these little circles of fried gold were exactly what I wanted that day. I don't think Matt had more than two of them. I just kept getting up for more little cups of ketchup.
Our lunch was quick; we were in and out in less than half an hour. But somehow that little trip into nostalgia was exactly what we needed. I may not have eaten the roast beef, but just smelling the familiar and sharing the plate with Matt like we did when we were first married made us both feel better. Not to mention those onion rings were fabulous.
Last week, Matt and I attended a funeral in Boston. We left home at about 5:00 am to get there on time. By the time we had gone to the funeral home and mass and the cemetery, we were (to use that great English expression) knackered. We still had to drive home. We decided to skip the formal luncheon and pick something up on the road.
Kelly's has opened additional restaurants in recent years, and we were driving right by the store in Natick. After the stressful morning, Matt thought a roast beef would cheer him up. "Oh sorry," he said, "will you be able to find something to eat?" I appreciated the thought, but I too craved the familiar, even if I did not want to eat it.
Matt got his wonderful roast beef sandwich, I got some chowder and we shared a clam plate. The clam plate comes with onion rings, and it turns out I could have skipped all the other food. I don't even like onion rings, but these little circles of fried gold were exactly what I wanted that day. I don't think Matt had more than two of them. I just kept getting up for more little cups of ketchup.
Our lunch was quick; we were in and out in less than half an hour. But somehow that little trip into nostalgia was exactly what we needed. I may not have eaten the roast beef, but just smelling the familiar and sharing the plate with Matt like we did when we were first married made us both feel better. Not to mention those onion rings were fabulous.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Loose Lips
I had two conversations last week worth mentioning, with the two most important women in my life.
I tried something new for dinner - grilled portobello mushrooms and red peppers on toasted pretzel rolls with melted cheddar cheese. It was a big hit hit. "I think you are really starting to get the hang of this vegetarian cooking thing," Sarah said. "You like it that much?" I asked. She nodded enthusiastically as she took another big bite.
A few days later, my parents stayed over to take care of Sarah because Matt and I had to run up to Boston for the day (more on that tomorrow). Mom and Sarah bought some groceries while she was here, included some pre-made food for dinner. My mom picked out a rotisserie chicken, which Sarah explained to her that I would not eat. I have explained my new diet to my mom, and I have eaten several meals with her over the past few months, but I guess it didn't sink in. Over a cup of tea later that night, Mom asked, "So what is this about you not eating meat?" "I've told you before I am not eating meat right now," I answered. "Why not?" she asked. "I am just more comfortable with it," I shrugged, hoping to avoid the whole conversation. "Is this some animal rights PETA thing?" with a bit of edge in her voice. "No," I said honestly, "it just seems right to me." End of conversation.
It is amazing what the people who are closest to us can do for our self-esteem. At least, if you are a person like me with very little self-esteem to begin with. When Sarah praised my cooking, I felt more accomplished, like my effort was recognized and rewarded. When Mom, who is in general a very gentle and supportive parent, challenged my choices, I felt threatened.
Food is such a personal and such a collective thing. It both binds us and divides us in ways I did not understand before.
Oh, and if you have never had a pretzel roll, go find one. That is definitely a food worth sharing.
I tried something new for dinner - grilled portobello mushrooms and red peppers on toasted pretzel rolls with melted cheddar cheese. It was a big hit hit. "I think you are really starting to get the hang of this vegetarian cooking thing," Sarah said. "You like it that much?" I asked. She nodded enthusiastically as she took another big bite.
A few days later, my parents stayed over to take care of Sarah because Matt and I had to run up to Boston for the day (more on that tomorrow). Mom and Sarah bought some groceries while she was here, included some pre-made food for dinner. My mom picked out a rotisserie chicken, which Sarah explained to her that I would not eat. I have explained my new diet to my mom, and I have eaten several meals with her over the past few months, but I guess it didn't sink in. Over a cup of tea later that night, Mom asked, "So what is this about you not eating meat?" "I've told you before I am not eating meat right now," I answered. "Why not?" she asked. "I am just more comfortable with it," I shrugged, hoping to avoid the whole conversation. "Is this some animal rights PETA thing?" with a bit of edge in her voice. "No," I said honestly, "it just seems right to me." End of conversation.
It is amazing what the people who are closest to us can do for our self-esteem. At least, if you are a person like me with very little self-esteem to begin with. When Sarah praised my cooking, I felt more accomplished, like my effort was recognized and rewarded. When Mom, who is in general a very gentle and supportive parent, challenged my choices, I felt threatened.
Food is such a personal and such a collective thing. It both binds us and divides us in ways I did not understand before.
Oh, and if you have never had a pretzel roll, go find one. That is definitely a food worth sharing.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Rooty-Tooty, Don't Want No Fruity
At this time of year, I am usually swimming in fruit. I don't mean like a human sangria (though that has some appeal). Here in the Northeast, we wait all year for July so we can enjoy berries and melons and stone fruit that actually have some flavor. In my refrigerator right now, I have blueberries, strawberries, watermelon and cherries. And I have no interest in eating any of it.
In summers past, I would want to start my day with yogurt topped with peaches and granola. I would love to have a big slice of watermelon as dessert for lunch. A perfect afternoon snack would be a bowl of strawberries with a bit of extra-fine sugar. This year, the fruit just sits there, staring at me, pleading with me just to try one bite.
All I want lately is savory and salty. I crave chips, not cookies, which for me is absolute heresy. I want a veggie omelet for breakfast and cheese for lunch. My favorite snack right now is toast with butter. Sure I want carbs, that is nothing new, but not anything sweet. I have not touched the containers of ice cream in my freezer for days. I am beginning to worry that I have been kidnapped by the pod people.
I don't know if the change in cravings has to do with not eating meat. Maybe it has to do with getting older. I am still craving hot dogs (salty and fatty!) and the amount of food I am eating is hardly ebbing. At least my family is not on a fruit strike so that whole watermelon I bought will not go to waste. I want to want a peach!
In summers past, I would want to start my day with yogurt topped with peaches and granola. I would love to have a big slice of watermelon as dessert for lunch. A perfect afternoon snack would be a bowl of strawberries with a bit of extra-fine sugar. This year, the fruit just sits there, staring at me, pleading with me just to try one bite.
All I want lately is savory and salty. I crave chips, not cookies, which for me is absolute heresy. I want a veggie omelet for breakfast and cheese for lunch. My favorite snack right now is toast with butter. Sure I want carbs, that is nothing new, but not anything sweet. I have not touched the containers of ice cream in my freezer for days. I am beginning to worry that I have been kidnapped by the pod people.
I don't know if the change in cravings has to do with not eating meat. Maybe it has to do with getting older. I am still craving hot dogs (salty and fatty!) and the amount of food I am eating is hardly ebbing. At least my family is not on a fruit strike so that whole watermelon I bought will not go to waste. I want to want a peach!
Monday, June 23, 2014
Is It a Salad If It Isn't Green?
I really like summer foods - grilling, fruit, cold soup and lots of "uncooked" foods. I was never a fan of mayonnaise-based salads, things like potato salad and macaroni salad. First, I have problem with something calling itself a salad with nothing green in it. Second, I am not a big fan of mayonnaise. Too thick, too goopy and not enough flavor. Others in the house do enjoy a little picnic side dish. I have bought pre-made versions from various delis and grocery stores over the years. Matt and Sarah have been happy, but I never could develop taste for it.
Since I have been trying to eat better and be more aware of what our food is made with, I decided to make my own potato salad. I consulted a trusty go-to cookbook that I count on for all standard, old-fashioned recipes. (It will remain unidentified.) The recipe called for 2 pounds of potatoes, a little onion, a little mustard, 2 tablespoons of sugar, 6 hard-boiled eggs and 1 1/2 cups of mayonnaise. Now I had never made potato salad before, but 1 1/2 cups of mayonnaise? Was a going to eat this or cover my entire body with it? 6 eggs? Was this an omelet for an army? Sugar? I thought this was a side dish, not dessert.
In the end, I used no sugar, 2 eggs and 3/4 cup of mayonnaise. And, you know what? I liked this version, a lot. I could taste the potato, not the gelatinous goop of most versions. My family liked it too and asked me to make it again.
It wasn't that I didn't like potato salad. I didn't like sweet mayonnaise and egg salad.
Since I have been trying to eat better and be more aware of what our food is made with, I decided to make my own potato salad. I consulted a trusty go-to cookbook that I count on for all standard, old-fashioned recipes. (It will remain unidentified.) The recipe called for 2 pounds of potatoes, a little onion, a little mustard, 2 tablespoons of sugar, 6 hard-boiled eggs and 1 1/2 cups of mayonnaise. Now I had never made potato salad before, but 1 1/2 cups of mayonnaise? Was a going to eat this or cover my entire body with it? 6 eggs? Was this an omelet for an army? Sugar? I thought this was a side dish, not dessert.
In the end, I used no sugar, 2 eggs and 3/4 cup of mayonnaise. And, you know what? I liked this version, a lot. I could taste the potato, not the gelatinous goop of most versions. My family liked it too and asked me to make it again.
It wasn't that I didn't like potato salad. I didn't like sweet mayonnaise and egg salad.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
The Scales of Injustice
I got on the scale this weekend. I knew it would be bad, given that nothing without an elastic waist fits, but I did not expect it to be THAT bad. Yes, I have weighed more, but it still does not feel good.
I have to reassess what I am doing. Yes, I am eating more way more vegetables and healthier fats. I am also eating too many processed carbs - bread, cereal, crackers. Sure, they are whole wheat and whole grain but I still am eating too much of it. I have no interest in cutting out carbohydrates, but I need to take the boxed foods out of my diet. And ice cream - no more ice cream!
I am not sure what I am going to replace those things with or if it will help. What I really need to do is not eat so damn much!
I have to reassess what I am doing. Yes, I am eating more way more vegetables and healthier fats. I am also eating too many processed carbs - bread, cereal, crackers. Sure, they are whole wheat and whole grain but I still am eating too much of it. I have no interest in cutting out carbohydrates, but I need to take the boxed foods out of my diet. And ice cream - no more ice cream!
I am not sure what I am going to replace those things with or if it will help. What I really need to do is not eat so damn much!
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Grill Update
So the grill is repaired. Seemed there was a hole in the tube connecting the propane tank to the burners. We probably came close to dying in a fiery propane explosion but, moving on, we can grill again.
The first thing I grilled this season? Drum roll - bread! Don't look so disappointed. I have to start somewhere in replacing all the meat-based grilled dishes. I brushed sour-dough bread with olive oil and grilled it for a few minutes on high heat. I topped the bread with roasted vegetables. It was like a giant bruschetta. If bruschetta is good, giant bruschetta is better!
It has been raining most of the week, so I have not had a chance to try anything else. Maybe I will try portobello mushrooms next, on grilled bread.
The first thing I grilled this season? Drum roll - bread! Don't look so disappointed. I have to start somewhere in replacing all the meat-based grilled dishes. I brushed sour-dough bread with olive oil and grilled it for a few minutes on high heat. I topped the bread with roasted vegetables. It was like a giant bruschetta. If bruschetta is good, giant bruschetta is better!
It has been raining most of the week, so I have not had a chance to try anything else. Maybe I will try portobello mushrooms next, on grilled bread.
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