À la Super Eggplant, currently, I am…

Reading: Lots and lots of romance novels. Hey, I am only FOUR days, yes 1-2-3-4, into my summer and I just really needed a quick escape right now. I have Delicious Foods waiting in the wings–I’ve actually started it twice but then not done any reading immediately after that (heh). I’ll probably (re)start it next week.

Watching: For some reason I started rewatching The Office (US) last week. It’s amazing how fast one can burn through a series one has watched before. I mean each episode is only 20 minutes long, you can easily sit down to open your mail and hello three hours just went by.

Listening to: Kick-ass girls: the latest albums from Taylor Swift, Kate Tempest, SOAK, Madonna. Also some really sad stuff like Sufjan’s Carrie & Lowell, my god people don’t listen to that without a fresh supply of kleenex. I also spent some time yesterday listening to Obama’s speech in SC and wishing he had been that president all 8 years.

Eating: Still on a major egg kick, as I have been all year. Fried, scrambled, omeletted, hard-boiled. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. When is an egg not what I want? Almost never.

Drinking: Really happy to have Ruby Redbird back for the summer. Also liking Stealin’ Time.

Knitting: I actually got back to knitting over spring break but it’s gone by the wayside once again. I have a looooong February Scarf in progress and a pair of socks…and I’m hoping I get motivated to knit again soon.

Quilting: So many plans.

Sewing: And many plans here as well. Hopefully soon!

Late-Night Grocery Shopping

  • 1 pint butter pecan icecream.
  • 1 bag sweet hawaiian onion potato chips.
  • 1 box rootbeer/lemon-lime/banana popsicles (three of each, NOT mixed).
  • 42 packets of black cherry Koolaid mix.

It was still 88 degrees when I was walking home at 2 a.m. Can you tell?

Cookbook: A Homemade Life, Stories and Recipes from My Kitchen Table, by Molly Wizenberg

Not every cookbook has more to read than recipes and pantry stocking ideas. So in a way this reminded me of Nigel Slater’s Kitchen Dairies (love that book!) which also, in a different way, gives you context around the recipes. In this book, however, the context for each recipe is a memory.

It’s a eulogy to her father, a memoir of her childhood, a record of courtship with her now husband, and a engaging testament to the importance certain meals can take on due to the events surrounding them.

Great quote (I’m sure you’ll know why I like it):
I soon learned that Sam consumes books the way most of us consume food, which, though I do prefer to eat, is a quality I much admire.

A discussed, but not present recipe I hope is on her web site somewhere: the chocolate “rad” (cookie).

Recipes I have dog-eared to potentially try first: Bouchons au Thon, Rum Cream Pie with Graham Cracker Crust, Chana Masala, Custard-Filled Corn Bread, Pistachio Cake with Honeyed Apricots.

Place I need to go in Paris: L’As due Fallafel, “purveyor of some of the finest fried chickpea balls this side of Israel.”

Last Meal on Earth.

So KC and I took a cooking class once where they made everyone say what their last meal would be (or desert island meal, either way). EVERY person in the class, sans moi, said “Steak”. Seriously? Steak?
1. Chocolate Cake. (preferably using my grandma’s chocolate sheet cake recipe, but I’m open to others.) And if there were no chocolate cake left in this world…
2. Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Muffins. And if there were no…
3. Pam’s Sweet Potato Casserole (there’s brown sugar and pecans and all kinds of goodness. It’s out of this world.)
4. Pizza. Pepperoni preferably. Sausage and green pepperolives (wow, that was SOME typo) alternately.
5. Then, I guess, MAYBE, steak. Although I’d probably prefer a big juicy bacon cheeseburger with avocado or fried egg, depending on my mood.

Chicago’s Famous Tamale Guy!!

Check it out, yo. (link via DJ BIll)
I myself have run into him numerous times* at Ten Cat and I will tell you those tamales are Damn.Good.
*Once when Gotvald was in town and had started drinking at noon with no food (he was wasted by the time I saw him) and even though we had tapas at Cafe Iberico early in the evening, by the time we wound up at the pool tables at Ten Cat, he was in serious need of those tamales. Yum.