Basil Burglar

 

 

Something’s been eating our basil. Not I. Not Mister. So what?

 

When you grow food, it takes not only time and energy, but also patience. And water. And expectations are set. You start imagining all the pesto you’re gonna make. And eat. And you think of caprese salad. And you get excited! Because, come on! It’s fresh food!

 

When something starts eating away at the food you’re growing, and therefore eating away at your food dreams, it’s annoying. Sometimes even depressing.

 

I told Mister that if the basil plants are keeping the unknown culprits away from our tomato plants, we should at least be grateful for that. And he agreed. To an extent.

 

I think Mister’s plans for that basil are far dreamier than mine.

Sunday Supper – With Wine!

 

 

Just wanted to share a snap taken just before dinner last night. Yes – the food is out of focus. But the wine…

 

The wine! I got to have wine with dinner, y’all, and it was snappy!

This Is The Way To Live

 

 

I always love food. But lately I am a bit more food-obsessed than usual. (When, oh when will I be allowed to eat salad, for cry-eye?) Because I’m seeing lettuce and bacon and apples and duck and tomatoes in my sleep, I want to share this little Julia Child video. It’s a few years old, but that doesn’t change its awesomeness.

 

And come on – Julia’s awesomeness will never fade. Enjoy!

Never Thought I’d See the Day

 

 

One of the dietary rules given to me by the healer I’m seeing is no raw veggies. And when I do eat vegetables, I’ve been told to cook them to death. That’s why I ended up with broccoli that looks like it’s been under a heat lamp all day at a Luby’s Cafeteria.

 

As much as looking at that broccoli broke my heart, I was still grateful to have it. I’m so jones-ing for veggies right now that dead broccoli actually makes me happy. Go figure.

Giving Is Its Own Reward

 

 

I am incredibly fortunate to be able to volunteer my time and energy. This occurs throughout the year, in many capacities. Today I will be making Cheddar Jalapeno Cornbread Muffins for a donated dinner. The food goes to women and children in a transitional home here in Los Angeles.

 

For me, this is medicine. Giving of myself – to a cause completely outside my experience – boosts my immune system beyond belief. Always has, and I pray it always will. There have been times when I’ve volunteered and actually felt guilty for how much I’ve gotten out of it. Ain’t that crazy? And grand?

 

You may not have an organized volunteer situation in your life, but please do something nice for someone else. If, like me, you’re into food, cook a little extra and share with a friend or a neighbor. Pull a neighbor’s trash cans in for them, after pick-up. Call a friend before going to the store to see if she needs anything. Heck – call a friend. Period!

 

Giving is its own reward. I know it’s been said a jillion times, but it’s true. Give it a shot. You’ll be glad you did and I promise you – you’re worth it.

Triple-Chocolate Buttermilk Pound Cake Cupcakes!

 

 

Remember when I wrote about the above photo and how much I loved it?

 

Well there’s a new version in town and it’s far more manageable. Triple-Chocolate Buttermilk Pound Cake Cupcakes! The thing I like about the cupcake version is the sheer share-ability! Mister and I delivered these to a few neighbors and it was so much easier than slicing the gi-normous bundt cake version. Not only that, they’re easier to eat and already portioned!

 

 

For the record, I kept the recipe the same. I did decrease the cooking time to 35 minutes. And we ended up with 2 dozen cupcakes.

 

These are rich, so I won’t be making them too often. But man are they good! Bal-en-times may be over, but so what? It’s still February. I can think of no better reason to treat yo-self!

Life Training

 

 

Yesterday I was reeling from a customer service call. You know the ones. Some joker received absolutely no training in the realm of “service” and yet there she is, talking over you on the phone and contradicting herself and her company non-stop. It isn’t that simple though, is it? Because a lack of job training has nothing to do with a lack of life training. And by that I mean manners, y’all. Of course, the bimbette on the line with me couldn’t possibly understand what that might mean, as she was clearly unacquainted with anything  resembling manners.

 

But that’s not my point. My point is – I was decompressing from that miserable phone call and looking through some online recipes. I came across “Nashville-Style Hot Chicken” and a little smile crossed my face. I read through the deets, as I plan to utilize the Hot part for something entirely different from chicken (if it works, I’ll let you know). Then my eyes floated down to the comments section. I began reading the first one that popped up and I chuckled. Looking to see who’d posted that comment, I suddenly remembered: I had!

 

Sometimes I crack me up.

No Truer Words

 

 

The other night Betro and I went out to see our friends in Wolf Prize. They were doing a show that coincided with member Amber Elliot’s art exhibit opening. The band was grand (as per usual) and Amber’s art is sublime. Not only did I enjoy the fine company of Betro, but we also got to visit with a few of our Rock Camp Volunteer buddies. And that’s always a good thing.

 

But I have to tell you – as enamored as I was with the music / art / company, I just couldn’t get over the crazy vegan fair offered at the venue/restaurant. Not only were they out of mineral water (how does that happen?), they also only had vegan beverages. Even their coffee was cold-brewed. (Is it cruel to the beans to use heat?) As we were there for quite a while, I really wanted something to drink. I finally settled on some vegan form of a cold cafe au lait. And y’all, it was absolutely horrible. And super-expensive. I placed it on the table in front of my seat and every time I forgot the flavor and reached for the glass to take a sip, my mouth was shocked. All night long, it never got any better. By the time the show had finished and Betro and I were ready to go, more than half of that god-awful drink was left behind.

 

The horrid memory of that night’s beverage reminds me of something our friend, Bob from Tring, often says (and I’m paraphrasing here): I love vegans. I just can’t eat a whole one.

 

Good Lord. No truer words…

Truth In Advertising

 

 

Update: The good people at Popcornopolis contacted me (the same day of this post) to let me (and you) know that they’ve corrected the Nutrition Facts on their fine product and that we need not worry about any fuzzy math. What darlings! And hey – that Kettle Corn really is Delicious!

 

Dear Popcornopolis,

 

Yesterday I purchased an industrial-sized bag of your product, Kettle Corn. Per the front side of the bag, this product is truly “Delicious.” I might even agree with the printed text reading “100% Addictive.” I sure had a hard time putting the bag down. Wink, wink!

 

And then I turned the bag around and began to casually read the Nutrition Information.

 

 

As my eyes wandered over the so-called Facts, I realized you fine folks at Popcornopolis have utilized some fancy math there. I mean, only magic could make the Total Fat less than its component Fats. Very impressive calculating, Popcornopolis.

 

 

I do request that you stay as far away as possible from Mathematics textbooks. Stick to Kettle Corn. Numbers are clearly not your strong suit.

 

Sincerely,

Your Pal Mikki

 

 

“F*@#ing Perfect”

 

 

While some of us are obsessing over the upcoming Oscars, movies continue to get made and are released. I came across a trailer for a documentary that is slated to hit theaters next month and I’m already looking forward to it. It’s called “Fucking Perfect” and it’s about chef Sergio Herman and his decision to close his 3-Michelin-Starred restaurant, Oud Sluis, in the Netherlands. As a food dork, I’m naturally drawn to this sort of film. When I watched Chef Herman’s preparation of a small dish near the end of the trailer, I was a goner. Anyone who fails to see Food as Art must be challenged by that dish. And I don’t even know what the heck it is!

 

But I want it. Yes, I do. And I can’t hardly wait to see this film!