Yep: In Cleveland for a few days, so it's potatoes and... wait for it... ONIONS!
One of the times it's really lovely to walk on the busted up sidewalks and streets of Cleveland is at 6:45am: folks actually acknowledge and greet one another, usually with "good morning" or "buenos dias". I had four such interactions in my ten minute walk to the Cleveland RTA rapid station, on my way to fly back to Sacramento.
Granted, these are largely parents, or other caretakers, getting youth off to school, and the youth themselves.
But even with those who might be wandering from their difficult overnight, or those about to get off of a graveyard shift, or just starting an early day shift, there is a sense of... camaraderie? mutual struggle at being up so early? or so late?
Wouldn't it be beautiful if we all acted this way throughout the day?
Yes: a little over a hour later, I'm still working on prep. (And cooking, too!)
Of a really big curry. With chickpeas, tofu, and lots and lots of vegetables. Oh, and: rice from Oberlin Xmas.
You're invited!
An apology food porn post, since it's been a really long time since I posted.
I went to Burning Man (which is amazing, and intense. I'll probably tell many of you more stories offline if you're interested.) Worked a few 11 hour days doing high price catering. Started to figure out a move to Boston.
This is a fancy assorted plate dinner with my housemates. Eat up!
Just repotted a single big healthy aloe plant into four separate plants.
Who knows - maybe I'm now responsible enough to take care of more than a single indoor houseplant.
Made a few tweaks, because I'm that kind of cook, but was pretty true to the recipe. It's delicious!
The groceries don't all fit. Banana bread on the near horizon, due to the $0.99 manager's special ripe bananas!
With onions, zucchini, a fresh jalapeno, ginger, and basil from the garden.
Hurry: it won't be hot for long!
Replacing this busted receptacle is actually quite trivial as electrical jobs go.
It just gets a little tiring if it's on the third floor/attic, and the circuit breaker / electrical panel is in the basement. And you're home alone. And the last breaker you try is the correct one.
Ah, well: it's done now. And nice to have a electrical receptacle that is not half open.
Simple but delicious: pasta, sauce, and TVP made to be kinda sorta like vegan ground beef.
All duly assembled agreed: it was tasty.
