Pizza on the Grill!

 

 

This was last week’s Sunday Supper, and we cooked it on the grill! For reals!

 

I think I’m gonna have to blog this, as it was far easier than I expected and way more delicious than I’d hoped. Until then, you’ll just have to enjoy the photo.

 

I have no idea what tonight’s Sunday Supper will be. We’ll just wing it. Mmm – wings…

The Remains of the Day

 

 

Last week’s Sunday Supper was Osso Buco (recipe link is here). And it was flippin’ awesome. In fact, it was so yummy that Mister and I were sucking the marrow out of those bones like nobody’s business.

 

I don’t remember a time before we instituted Sunday Supper as part of our lives. I know we haven’t always practiced the ritual, and that’s a shame. Because each Sunday when we make dinner, and then sit down to share the meal, it is so special and lovely. We talk together. We slow down together. We enjoy the food and the company. Honestly – I highly recommend it.

 

Tonight will be Duck Breast with a Cherry-Port Sauce. I’m looking forward to the food. More than anything, I’m looking forward to the evening.

Ready to Party?

 

 

It’s Cinco de Mayo, people. And for just about everybody and their cousins in my neck of the country, that means it’s time to party.

 

This particular “holiday” hasn’t grabbed me yet. I’m not terribly surprised, as I have no real history with it. Let’s face it – history alone is enough to push some of us to maintain traditions, even when certain days have no real meaning for us. Easter? For me that means eating ham. St. Patrick’s Day? For me that means eating corned beef and Irish soda bread.

 

Wait a minute. It would seem certain days only warrant circling on my calendar when food is involved. Hmm. So why isn’t Cinco de Mayo more important? I mean, I love Mexican food. Eat it all the time and…

 

Ah. That’s it. I don’t need a particular day to trigger my eating of Mexican food, as it’s consumed pretty regularly. Other foods – like ham and corned beef – are not so common for me. And frankly, I don’t need an excuse to drink beer. So no-thank-you, Corona. I’ll pass.

 

But hey – if you’re partying on this 5th of May, enjoy the heck out of yourself, will ya? And enjoy those chips and salsa. (Do yourself a favor and put out a bowl of sour cream next to that salsa. Great addition!) Maybe have a taco or two. (I’m partial to lingua or carnitas.) And maybe don’t drive drunk, um-kay? Some of us are rather keen on staying alive. I mean, we’ve got Armed Forces Day to celebrate in a couple of weeks, for cry-eye.

What a Way to Start the Day

 

 

The other morning I made breakfast for myself and sat down to eat. I had just gotten a couple of my fave magazines, so those were ready to be perused. I made myself comfortable and dug in.

 

First, I ate a fresh orange. It was so perfect, it was as if I had never eaten an orange before. I could hardly believe it.

 

Next, I took a bite of a fresh toasted torta. I had spread some new-to-me imported Italian butter over the hot bread and when I took a bite, I could taste the fat of the Italian cream and the perfect, La Brea bakery bread. I was smitten.

 

I then took a sip of coffee. I had brewed some New Orleans chicory coffee and swirled in some half and half. The flavor was sublime.

 

As I enjoyed what I had thought would be a run-of-the-mill breakfast, I realized I was experiencing a perfect start to my day. As I went about my duties the rest of the morning, right through the afternoon and into the evening, I held on to that lovely feeling. And it was lovely. I may not have a repeat of that morning’s meal, but I do hope to remember the feeling. And I definitely hope to carry that great vibe through my days, as much as I can.

 

I am still in awe.

Easter Sunday

 

 

Somewhere in the North Georgia Hills, about a jillion relatives are getting together for the annual Easter celebration. Assuming the weather is sweet, there will be a softball game and a gi-normous egg hunt. And no matter what the weather decides to be, there will be more good food than most decent folks can imagine. Mmm…

 

Anyhoo, here in SoCal, Mister and I will be thinking of the fam in Georgia. We won’t be eating nearly as much as if we were in the South. But we will kick back and enjoy the day. Maybe nosh a little too much. Probably enjoy the beautiful Spring weather.

 

Here’s hoping your day is lovely, no matter where you are.

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.