Friday, April 25, 2014

A salad with forethought

Well, I did it. I completed my April recipe challenge and I didn't make something brown (bread, granola, onions, you get the picture). This time I went for a salad that combines many things I love - salmon, beets, potato, egg, and mustard vinaigrette. In fact, this salad is creatively named, "wild salmon salad with beets, potato, egg, and mustard vinaigrette," from the book Sunday Suppers at Lucques.


I love this book because it's broken up into seasons (i.e. my salad was from spring, when I could find dandelion greens at Whole Foods). Before embarking on this recipe I had used the beet roasting technique from this book (a subset of this recipe) and that's about it. Of course I read much of the cookbook. I learned that lucques is a type of olive, somewhat like my beloved picholine. I learned that I must go to France and eat my face off. And now, I know one collection of normal things that unite to make a fantastic fucking salad!

I won't give too much away regarding the details of the salad because I'm way too lazy. But here's the nutshell version:  roasted tiny whole potatoes with lots of salt (WINNER), beets, boiled egg, fresh bitter-ish greens, fresh mustard vinaigrette dressing, and this herb crusted salmon, baked at low heat with a dish of water on the oven rack below it, rendering the salmon to be very soft (someone in my household thought too soft - however the leftovers made, and I don't use the phrase lightly, THE BOMB salmon burgers).

Would I make this again? Oh heck yes. I'd probably cook the salmon a little more traditionally so that it ended up firmer. Otherwise, this combination is one to remember. By contrast, my general salad philosophy can be put thusly: get large bowl, clean chop and add everything healthy in the fridge that needs to be eaten, make a quick vinaigrette, add protein, add nuts, add seeds, add dried fruit, mix in large bowl, eat from large bowl. But here I've made something more sophisticated and thought-out. It's like I went to salad school. Not every salad needs pepitas and red cabbage. Imagine that!

Friday, April 18, 2014

Colors of my shopping trip

When I need new clothes in the general sense, like when I have a work trip coming up and I just can't figure out what I used to wear on 3 day work trips, or when I'm going to a baby shower and have nothing that says "spring" and "pretty" and, most importantly, "mother approved", I go to TJ Maxx. I don't try to buy pants there (all too long), but shirts shirts shirts and dresses (and bras and undies and stockings and exercise clothes and scarfs and sunglasses) are very fair game.

On my recent trip I fell in love with a scarf. The price was too high ($20 and somehow not on sale in April). But the colors. Oh the colors.

Deconstructed peacock

Cat on deconstructed peacock

Convincing myself that this scarf would match 90% of my wardrobe and 100% of my jackets, and still be wearable for 70% of the year (thin and large, my favorite), I bought it. I also purchased an array of tops. Behold:

New bedding?

Black, blue, green, gray, done.

This holey sweater is my new favorite sweater. On sale (score) and totally reminiscent of my style in 1993.

Roaming the store, I was highly attuned to the colors of my shopping trip. Like I learned by watching The Devil Wears Prada, TJ Maxx had little choice in promoting these colors - yet they were everywhere because the style had already been dictated from up above. I don't mind. Perhaps I should go back a few times while my favorite palate has its time under the sun!

However, no. I dug up this old picture from back when I tried to take pictures of what I packed on trips - thinking it would help me be a smarter packer and serve as a source of sweet nostalgia when I'm 70 (I was also taking pictures of my closet back then -- never to be organized (the pictures or the closet)):

The late aughts - when I first welcomed purple into the club.

My next clothing purchase will be red. Maybe coral. Or yellow. Blue and green are officially benched.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Releasing toxins (my ass)

You're in your yoga class, or the like, and have been instructed to do a twist.

Inhale, grow taller through your spine. Exhale, twist a little deeper.

9 times out of 10, you'll then be told you are releasing toxins with that twist. Well how handy fucking dandy. Feels good AND releasing toxins. Thank the yoga gods!


This "releasing toxins" line bugs me on a scientific level. First of all, can you give me a reference? I've looked for one and can't find any. EVERYONE says it, and no one provides a reference.

Second of all, where are the toxins supposed to go?

The best I can tell, it is logically accepted (hoped) that you are squeezing the liver, which purges it of stale blood, and then fresh blood rushes in afterwards (the "squeeze and soak" philosophy). The liver is responsible for filtering blood, detoxifying chemicals, and metabolizing drugs (REFERENCE). Also, when the liver has broken down harmful substances, they are excreted into the bile or blood. WHEN IT'S READY. What if the twisting, which is doing all that "releasing", rushes the liver. What if the processing isn't done - then the blood that's being treated in the liver is squeezed out and un-broken-down harmful substances are excreted into the body at large. AT LARGE. Ever think of that, yoga teacher? Did ya?

I want teachers to stop saying that X is happening when X is just what everyone else says because it sounds good. Have us twist because it feels great. Remind us that we are stimulating our internal organs. Remind us how to breath and elongate. And okay fine, you can also ask me to "breathe into it". Despite knowing full well that air goes into the lungs, that malarkey actually seems to work.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Broad for hire

My attention was trained on Comedy Central the other night where I caught the last 10 minutes of the season finale of Broad City. It was... odd. Strange. Funnyish. Intriguing.


Then later in the week I decided to give these broads a real shot. Amy Poehler did, and she's kinda brilliant. So while "working from home", which for me is more like work/clean interval training, I watched nearly the whole season.

And then I realized that I have been writing for this show my whole life. In my head.

Two broads who are younger, funnier, and richer than me who will hopefully discover and hire me.

Their antics... so good.

The way this one broad experiences time warps when she's around her crush - so right on. Geniuses I tell you.

It turns out that maybe I am odd, strange, funnyish, and intriguing - because something really resonated with me. Like this morning when I pronounced, "I think this bed head is a good look for me." And I totally meant it. These hilarious women could write a whole show on that one thought - believing that "crazy" might now be the do for you. Testing it out. Having a mini-adventure. Concluding that indeed, yes, I am a dumbass.

Therefore, queen broads. I implore you. Come see what I got. I'm the older sister you're dying to write about but can't crack. Allow me...

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