Yeah, it's a rocket made out of greens. Specifically, arugula. Here's an explanation of the etymology of the word that is about equal parts interesting and boring:
http://www.bonappetit.com/test-kitchen/ingredients/article/the-etymology-of-the-word-arugula
This is my second prep-heavy soup in as many days. Yesterday was a big pot of black bean chipotle orange soup with tofu cilantro cream. Pretty tasty, and it was a big hit with the family: from about 12 quarts, there is less than a quart left.
Just look at all this goodness! Brussels sprouts, vegan field roast sausage, assorted cashew cheeses. Yum!
I don't recall for sure, but I don't think this is the first time I've done vegan food porn blogging from at Seva.
Eugene, Oregon. Damn you, Noodles & Co., for giving me $2 off every time I return.
'cause, you know, when you go to the hospital almost daily, you're kinda entitled to a second dinner.
From the hospital. And glad for it. The care has been kind, compassionate, and efficient. But three nights is plenty.
Noodles, chipotle tofu, sauteed onions, sauteed broccoli, kidney beans, sauteed Anaheim peppers.
I've long despised how the newsmedia, especially NPR, finds some rando from, say, North Dakota, to interview during a snowstorm, to say something along the lines of, "Heh, well, three feet of snow, well, uh, we call that July in Minot..."
But I have to confess that I sometimes feel like the Alaskan resident (that I am) and have this strong inclination to think, "seriously, two feet of snow? C'mon, deal with it." Especially as the mediaverse, including allegedly legitimate sources ad WNYC, are rending and gnashing about the supposed "historic" "blizzard" set to arrive here in NYC tomorrow. With 2-3 feet of snow.
As my longtime loyal readers (all six or so of you) know, I post more or less annually the number of books I read in the prior year, and total pages.
In 2014 I had a slow reading year: just 19 books, for a total of 6,406 pages.
This is compared to the bumper year 2013, when I read 30 books, for 8,903 pages.
This far in 2015, I'm on something of a tear (which is likely unsustainable): already 6 books, for 1,993 pages, which amounts to 31% of the total pages read in all of 2014, in less than a month.
Best book read in 2014: The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern. In the vein of Marquez-style magical realism, sweeping, incredible characters, totally gripping. In my journal where I record these books, my notes say "EXTRAORDINARY, enchanting, deep, magical, mesmerizing"
Perhaps the runner up: The Snow Child, by Eowyn Ivey. I seem to be re-igniting my love of magical realism. (Escapism?)
Normally I'd mention the worst book I read, but there wasn't really a standout. I did note "meh" for several, including Divergent by Veronica Roth, and Reconstructing Amelia by Kimberly McCreight.
I love reading. Maybe I'll sit around and read all day instead of cleaning and packing and sorting.
Reader challenge: email me, or post a comment, with the best book you have read recently (define "recently" however you like) and I'll put it on my to-read list.
Delightful that it's vegan friendly. Disappointing that it's not very tasty. It's basically $0.99/slice pizza that happens to be vegan. Except it's $4/slice.
But the Williamsburg hipster (who actually lives in Hoboken) dialogue is pretty amusing: "oh, yeah, Washington Heights is SO GENTRIFIED."
"Holding on to all the happiness, all the beauty, all the future that resides in everything."
(Karl Ove Knausgaard: My Struggle)
Is such a deep, present experience.
This is the puffy jacket I bought for $7.99 at a thrift store in Reno last winter. It is one of the most expensive clothing items I've ever purchased at a thrift store, and it has been so wonderful.
Understanding the world requires you to take a certain distance from it. Things that are too small to see with the naked eye, such as molecules and atoms, we magnify. Things that are too large, such as cloud formations, river deltas, constellations, we reduce.
(My Struggle, Karl Ove Knausgaard)
And after a month, this is the floor.
What a huge feeling of relief it was to see the "Welcome to Pennsylvania" sign coming in from Ohio.
Is it weird to know your neighbor by their park parked outside the public library, but not in person?
are an amusing topic when you ostensibly are going to run a locally (bioregionally) sourced cafe in northeast Ohio.
Bananas are also silly cheap when you buy the $1 pre-dumpster produce bags at the supermarket.
After spending much of the day doing burst pipe flood remediation and cleanup in a friend's house, alone, I needed some food comfort.
Onions, tofu, poblano peppers, garlic.
The best part about this meal: the checker at the Giant Eagle was baffled by the pablano peppers. As if they'd fallen from the sky. Even after I spelled it several possible ways (the shelf tag spells it "pablano".)
It's an odd modern world we live in when writing and mailing a post card is such a visceral experience.
How many of you, my faithful readers, have I played the "foods on a deserted island" game with?
Well, I think if it had to be only one, it would be sauerkraut. Preferably delicious homemade lacto fermented sauerkraut.
But, yeah: sauerkraut. It was the only thing missing in my previous hippie slop post.
No, that is not internally contradictory!
Artichoke hearts, onions, tempeh (how the hell is "tempeh" not in my spacephone's dictionary?!?), Bragg's liquid aminos, with Veganaise (another critical word I just had to teach my phone) and chili garlic sauce. Yum! Even better with the Cheshire Cat watching over it.
It was in the single digits last night, and below zero with windchill. Similar tonight: record low.
Today I boarded the hole in the front door, grabbed a space heater from across the street, tacked plastic sheeting a broken window, and tried to get an update on getting my heat radiators working.
Sigh.
are an invention of satan.
But have I mentioned that I really enjoy working on old houses?
Because I've been neglecting you, dear readers. And because mushrooms are pretty.
That's a Cherokee Purple tomato plant that was grown from directly sown seed. The tap root alone is over four feet long!!!
Watching the World Series alone, in the midst of a huge city, where I have many dear friends, and where I'm so ready to leave.
Spent about five hours today in my remote office (which moonlights as the main branch of the NY Public Library). Also alone. And thinking about some dear friends.
Next stop: Oh me oh my oh.
Faithful readers, you might have noticed it's been a while since I posted. To give you a rough sense, here is what my spacephone tells me I've walked in the last week (mostly in St. Louis, Ferguson, and environs)
Wednesday Oct 8: 12257 steps, ~6.6 miles
Thursday Oct 9: 11856 steps, ~6.2 miles
Friday Oct 10: 11592 steps, ~5.7 miles
Saturday Oct 11: 14205 steps, ~6.8 miles
Sunday Oct 12: 6682 steps, ~3.4 miles
Monday Oct 13: 18552 steps, ~9.0 miles
Tuesday Oct 14: 6738 steps, ~3.5 miles
Wednesday Oct 15: 11912 steps, ~6.3 miles.
No, I have no clue how my spacephone calculates the distance based on the steps.
Wednesday was largely a travel day, but included four hours at the incredibly awesome City Museum in St. Louis.
Seems like a great time to rehab a box fan that someone mistakenly thought should be landfilled, right?
