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Oddball eating

Sometimes, things don’t work the way they normally do. Today was no exception. This happens sometimes when you have all the time in the world.

Weekends are perfect for the oddball eating. Since there is only one cat now, the step-kitty, and no offspring, there is not always a reason for getting up at a certain time. So, maybe I’m not hungry right away, especially if I’ve been lucky enough to sleep for 9 hours or more. These days, not so much, but I’m trying. Sometimes it’s lunch at 10:30 and dinner at 4, maybe a snack before bed. Sometimes I just nibble all day–nuts, berries, grapes, leftovers, hummus on a spoon, whatever.

That’s oddball eating. And I just made up that term when I started writing this.

Anyway. . .

I survived the starving blood test by packing three boiled eggs and a flask of hot coffee, just the way I like it. IKEA has a great little vacuum flask that keeps coffee hot for a long time if you fill it with hot water for a few minutes and use the little button on the top of the cap to pour the coffee into your little cup. I should use mine more often.

Since I was in a fabulous place today, Market Street in The Woodlands, I sat on a park bench and had the eggs and coffee. The weather was nice, it was just starting to warm a little, and the sun was shining. Shortly thereafter, I was no longer REALLY hungry. But I couldn’t stop there.

There is a supermarket in the same area, so I stopped in for a couple of Larabars. I love the Chocolate Chip Brownie and CC Cherry Torte, but they didn’t have any, so I went with Tropical Fruit. Two, of course, they are too good to eat just one . Had them sitting behind the wheel of the vehicle with some more of the coffee, not driving. Because traffic in Houston is beyond belief, and I did not want to sit in a parking lot for another 90 minutes, I thought out my return route. After figuring out a non-toll route, I headed home.

Because I was up so early, I was pretty tired. Despite a second cup of strong tea, I was still tired and ended up taking a two hour nap. And there was some delicious Halloween candy in my day, too.

I do have a difficult time passing up Mounds and Almond Joy. Mounds especially, since it’s  the much-ballyhooed “healthier” chocolate. It may have health benefits, but the sugar cancels it all out. Resistance is futile. . .but I’m working on it.

To start getting rid of all that, I went walking for a while. About 90 minutes, I think. Plus some pushups and ab work.

And it happened again. I’m hungry, darnit! I hate that.

I didn’t want to have a full meal, so I went after the rest of the white bean mash in the fridge. Then some black eyed peas in the pantry, since I’m out of cannellini beans again (as usual.) Gonna have some more ice water and wash up the dishes. I think I’m good.

No more Halloween candy, darnit. Make my own sweets without sugar again. Darnit. (I like Suzanne Somers’ SomerSweet, it works great.) Lay off the cakes and such, which I normally do anyway. These last couple of weeks have been exceptions.

Also, after not exercising for a couple of weeks, I’m going to get back to it. Maybe not the long walking I enjoy the most, but it must happen. I don’t feel right when I don’t, and never mind wearing a larger size.  (My fault.)

Found out today that there are two upcoming cookbook signings, and I plan to make both of them, if nothing stops me.

This Friday, Ree Drummond, The Pioneer Woman, will be in Sam’s in Pearland; I’ll bring my cookbooks to be signed, and maybe the biography. I met her husband, Marlboro Man, and their two sons in the Phoenix airport earlier this year; they were arriving, I was going back to Houston on the red-eye. I got to talk to them for a few minutes before going through TSA. I love the show, it’s like visiting your cousins once a week.

Monday, November 12, Ina Garten, The Barefoot Contessa, will be at the River Oaks Sur la Table at 12:00 pm. Yes, I’m going, if I’m not otherwise busy. I have waited years to meet Ina Garten, and I can’t wait. Her cookbooks are also fantastic, whether you’re entertaining or making a week’s worth of lunch and dinner. When I had to learn to make a Thanksgiving turkey, it was her Barefoot Contessa books that made it easy. Hint: it’s a big chicken.

Well, I’m off for the night, and plan to do another restaurant review from Delray Beach this week. Maybe two, if I remember the other one.

But oddball eating is here to stay.

Happy Dining!

Bacon and eggs tonight

Tomorrow I have a starving blood test at 8:30 in the morning, plus a long drive to the doctor’s office, so I decided to do something wild and have bacon and eggs this evening.

It’s been a while. Almost had them last week in Florida. And I haven’t gone to the grocery yet to get the ingredients for that new recipe for Lamb and Apricot Stew from the new Everyday Food magazine. I’ll let you know what I think when I get around to making it.

This completely mortifies the vegans and vegetarians, but. . .well, y’all eat beans and foliage and soy-based fake food anyway. I don’t tell you to eat meat, and I’m allergic to soy, so chill, please.

I love to poke fun at veggie folks. They’ll never starve waiting for a wild cow to come by, and there’s plenty of grass to nibble. 🙂

I love eggs, but don’t do all the stuff I used to with them, especially I sort of gave up dairy by default a few years ago. Mostly I boil them lately, but enjoy making main dishes with them, too. There is a delicious curried egg recipe in one of the Martha Stewart annual books, but I don’t remember which one. Hmmm. . .maybe this weekend. Lots of tomatoes and curry powder.

Don’t get me started on frittatas, I could eat them all the time. And often have. I used to make a bacon and egg pie for a week’s worth of breakfast (no crust) but I don’t buy cream anymore. I put almond milk in my coffee and tea, and long ago quit drinking milk of any kind. A little cheese, a little butter, ice cream once in a while, (yogurt–yuck) but dairy doesn’t happen much for me anymore.

See, much as I love to cook, as much as I enjoyed doing the parties at my last job, and as much as I enjoy our annual Thanksgiving open house (thank you, Lisa) sometimes, even I don’t feel like cooking. And my one of my favorite go-to alternates is the Meaty Burrito from Jack-In-The-Box. They’re made the same no matter where you go, and they hit the spot. Unfortunately, sometimes I get busy and eat more than one in a week. Then they start tasting exactly the same no matter what you add to them. But that’s been a while.

I also like sweet potato fries, but they don’t come out well at home without a fryer–which I don’t have. So I’ve taken to getting them at either Cafe Express or at the newly built Carl’s Jr. near my home. I actually don’t like Carl’s Jr because of the way I was treated the first time I went to the drive through, but have gone back twice for a batch of them. But like a lot of things, not very often. I do enjoy baking them at home with olive oil and a spice mix; I can do that all week long if I want.

Note: I thoroughly loathe and despise sweet potato pie, and all recipes combining sweet potatoes with brown sugar, marshmallows, pineapple, or anything else sweet. Adding anything besides butter, salt, savory spices and/or olive oil on a sweet potato in any form is disgusting and should be made a felony.  If you like that stuff, please keep it on your side of the table. Thank you.

Oh, and many thanks to Ina Garten, The Barefoot Contessa, for the tip about putting bacon in the OVEN, rather than messing with it on top the stove. The countertop (aka “toaster”) oven makes it even easier, and doesn’t heat up the kitchen. Maybe one day I’ll do a blog posting about the virtues of a countertop oven. It was a show I saw with Sara Moulton years ago talking about cooking with one, and I’ve had one ever since. If you have the space and the means and love to cook or bake. . .it’s worth having one.

Well, the bacon is done, and it’s about the only thing that seems to have enough salt in it for me. Eggs are cooked correctly (the way I want them) and so I will take my leave for the night.

Ok, I gotta go think. . .I mean, eat. . . .

Happy Dining!

Boheme Bistro, Delray Beach, FL

Last week I was in Delray Beach, Florida, where I’ve been twice before for the annual Copywriters Bootcamp sponsored by American Writers & Artists, Inc. (AWAI) While the food is always wonderful, there was one occasion where I left to find some.

You see, it was my birthday, and after one of the presentations, everyone scattered. I decided I would have a great lunch and some great dessert. (Boy, did I.)  I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start at the beginning. . . .

On prior trips out of the conference, I walked past Boheme Bistro a few times, but kept going because I thought it might be too expensive. During the first two trips, I was on a company expense account. Anything unusual could be considered fraudulent, or at least raise an eyebrow. Since my manager was so nice to send me, I made absolutely certain that there was nothing unusual about my credit card receipts.

The conference started at 1:00 pm Wednesday with a luncheon, so that morning, I decided I’d do my souvenir shopping. (You just can’t go wrong with a) coffee cups, b) T-shirts, and c) fridge magnets. I love them all.) Great little walk up and down Atlantic Avenue, but about 11:00 am, I started getting hungry. REALLY hungry. I went into a hotel about six blocks from the beach and was curtly told by someone at 11:10 am in the snack bar that breakfast was over promptly at 11:00 am. I said, just as curtly, “Thank you” and walked out.

I went past the Boheme, thinking they would tell me the same thing, but turned around when I saw a bakery sign. I asked the lady about breakfast, and she invited me in. (It was now about 11:15.) I didn’t want to look at a menu, take a table, I really just wanted some food. (At this point, I almost didn’t care what it cost, since it was my own credit card being used.)  She suggested what they call “Grandmother’s Style Eggs.” I said, “OK.” I had a seat at the bar and they brought me a glass of water.  I waited patiently. A little longer than fast food, but not very long. You can’t rush these things.

What they brought was the kind of picture-perfect dish you see in magazines–which I forgot to take a picture of, because I was THAT hungry.  In addition to three scrambled eggs with chopped tomatoes and onions, there were what they call “home potatoes.” I normally don’t eat potatoes, (high in starch) but I couldn’t resist these. I would ignore chocolate for these potatoes. Red (aka “new”) potatoes, perfectly cut into a very large dice, and fried up with the crispiest outsides ever. They offered me ketchup, but I declined. It would have ruined these potatoes. All they needed was salt.

Trust me when I tell you I was the happiest cat in the kingdom at this point. I finished off this delicious creation and paid my tab. I wanted to go back to the Boheme before I left Delray Beach, and on Friday, I got my chance.

Friday, October 26th. My birthday. Everyone sort of scattered after the session I was in ended, so I went off on my own to the Boheme. Why? Partly because I knew they wouldn’t do that embarrassing birthday thing they do in chain restaurants. I hate that.

Like a lot of people, I enjoy Italian food, but I don’t eat much in the way of pasta. I used to. But now I save it for special occasions, like dinner at someone’s house, or. . .my birthday. I love tortellini, and prefer to have it on my birthday. Most restaurants have ravioli, but no tortellini, so that’s what I had at Boheme. It was, of course, delicious. Take a look:

Oh so good. . .

Happy Birthday. . .to me!!

I know I shouldn’t have–I really shouldn’t have–but I asked about dessert. Since it was so early in the day, all the desserts were in a small fridge case in the back. So I looked at all of them (from a distance) and decided to have that chocolate mousse-y thing. The nice waitress had to take the plastic off the sides.

But for my birthday, in a wonderful place to be, I thought it was appropriate:

When you can't have a regular birthday cake, this fits the bill perfectly.

Yes, it was delicious. No, I did not share. Yes, I ate the whole thing. No, I did not lick the plate (but was greatly tempted.) Yes, it was worth the calories. The little whipped cream stars were a nice touch.

The place is a comfortable, rustic building, with indoor and outdoor seating, and a nice big bar, complete with a huge selection of wines and liquors. (No, not at 11:30 am.) It’s comfortable, with a friendly staff who will tell you anything you want to know. The kind of place you wander into like I did for a bite to eat and maybe a drink.

Highly recommended, and I can’t wait to go back. Thanks!!!

You can find more about Boheme Bistro at their website, http://bohemebistro.com/

Dinner tonight

This evening I thought I’d play it easy and quick, since I won’t be grocery shopping for a while. Unfortunately, lunch was off the Fresca menu at Taco Bell because I was quite busy today. I decided to do a little “ahead” cooking so I could refrain from doing so for a few days. Six chicken leg quarters went into the oven with some homemade BBQ sauce (the last of it from the freezer, gotta make more.)  Then I took a pack of stuffed chicken breasts from the freezer for dinner tonight (and maybe lunch tomorrow.)  Topped it off with some quinoa cooked in chicken bullion water. . .and it was great. So here goes: Chicken with cheese and green chile peppers

Oh, yeah. . .found them on sale.

With a bit of olive oil, ready for the oven

A touch of olive oil, a 400 degree oven (the little Cuisiart countertop) at 400F and 40 minutes to cook. Now onto the side dish, my favorite: quinoa!

Ready to eat!

Oh, yeah. . .2 cups of water with 2 chicken bullion cubes. Crumble them up, boil the water. When it boils, add 1 cup rinsed quinoa, and lower the heat a bit. Cover, but don’t ignore it–this stuff cooks quickly, and will burn on the bottom of the pot. At $4 a pound, waste offends me greatly.

While that was going on, I also put the other chicken in the big oven. An hour later, I would not have to cook again unless I wanted to:

Deliciousness about to happen

So when it was finally time to eat:

Does anyone not realize that cheese will ooze out at 400F?

Enough left for tomorrow, too!

And so I don’t have to cook anymore for a few days, I have a little something that would rival Goode Company BBQ:

BBQ sauce made with Somersweet and NO SUGAR. Delish. . .

It’s not fine dining, but hey–it’s “heat and eat” you can feel good about.

Happy Dining!

Splayds

Today I’m going to tell you all about the BEST way to eat food. No, not with your grubby paws, darnit (and wash them before you eat, OK?) No, eat like the Aussies. Use a Splayd.

A what?

Splayds were invented in Australia by Bill McAurthur of Potts Point, New South Wales in the late 1940’s. (Source: Splayds.com.au) He noticed that when eating at a party, it’s difficult to balance a knife and fork, and came up with a 3-in-1 tool that’s very easy to use. They became *the* wedding gift in Oz and has also spread to other countries. Except, unfortunately, this one. But there are those of us who know about these incredible utensils and favor them.  You can read a little more about it here.

How did I come across these, you wonder? I was, in 1996, a bride (for the third time), and received a set of four from a friend in Melbourne, Australia:

The first set of Splayds, received as a gift

I’ve had these since 1996, and won’t part with them.

She explained that they are what you give for a wedding present in Australia, and hoped that I would enjoy these. Well, DUH! Of course I did–and made sure to thank her for them, of course. Although the husband (who’s been an ex since 2001) tried them, he never really got used to them. No matter, I have forks, but I prefer the Splayd. If you’ve never tried them, you don’t know what you’re missing. They are so much easier than a standard fork–and not like the plastic “spork” you get in some fast-food establishments.

I always wanted more of them, and finally, a couple of years ago, Amazon.com started to carry them, the real thing, so I bought some:

Stainless Steel Splayds bought in 2010. Even better than the originals!

I love these even more than the originals! They really are a joy to eat with, and the clean design of both models goes with any flatware you already have. You can find them here, and they even come with in a nice box, in case you decide to give them as a gift. Amazon also now carries the mini-Splayds, which I didn’t know about until just now, but that’s going to have to wait a while.

But to put them side by side, you will see that they are the same thing (and, because it’s marked on the back.)

Side-by-side pics of my original Splayd, and the new one.

Really, I can’t say enough about how good Aussie made and designed Splayds are. I’m a native-born American, but I like to find new stuff that maybe we don’t know about and can use. Like Splayds. They’re not dangerous or illegal, they just make life a teeny bit better, you know?

Enjoy!