This recipe wrote itself last week when after making the clam-salmon stew, I had a baby plate of parsley sitting on the kitchen counter all night. I should have put it away but even with the heat whirring on much too often, last week was a cold, cold one. The parsley was okay. It was so okay that I chopped up a tablespoon of garlic and plopped it over my eggs which I fried in olive oil and a rosemary stem the next morning. I proceeded to sprinkle it with seeds, lots of lemon and whatever powdered, flaked pepper I felt like that day. Eating from that plate reminded me of the days we would eat bhaji for breakfast. Bhaji simply means vegetable and in Goa it’s a common breakfast or tea-time snack. The baby plate of whatever bhaji you chose would come with a side of chopped onions, a chilli, lime and bread. You would sprinkle some onions over the bhaji and squeeze lime over it before scooping it into your mouth with the help of a spoon and bread. If you wanted a puri (deep-fried flat bread), you could have that instead. If you’re ever in Goa, skip the beach shacks and go get mixed bhaji and chao (tea) first….
Steamed clams and salmon in a tomato and white wine broth
I’m not one to believe in the healing powers of changing over the calendar. Now that I have that out of the way (and for the sake of consistency in using the Gregorian calendar) I have to say that when it turned to January 1 over here – for the first time ever – something felt new. I spent most of last year immersed in writing blog posts almost every week and I guess through all of that sharing, I forgot to tell you that I felt like shit. It was a much better kind of shit (aka when shit is so bad you give it levels of shittiness). I didn’t feel like the floor was collapsing underneath. Instead I was grappling with the idea of “self” and this person I was becoming. I should have been proud for what I accomplished and I am but time seemed to be slipping through my fingers. All that did was make me question what now, why me, etc etc. Don’t ask me how many times I thought about leaving everything and starting over, just me….
Happy happy season’s greetings to you
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Work lunch: Broccoli and chard stir-fry
We are a hop, skip and a jump away from 2017. How did this happen? I have no plans for anything (cool). I made no lists to check off and did no shopping until a few minutes ago when I panic bought two or three things and then took the dogs for a walk to take the edge off (also cool). It’s like the good old days of last minute everything my family is known for and the reason my dad has gray hair….
Marzipan fruit w/artificial food colouring
Before I begin I want to say that these photos of snow look extra cozy with the built-in WordPress snow I activated. It is GREAT. Is anyone there? I have been aching to write today and so far I’ve just had a string of (very deep) thoughts floating in front of me. Let me see if I can string them together. This trick usually helps me find some mysterious link to what goes on in my brain two years from now. Here’s to thinking ahead….
What we’re about to be.
I am sure what the story arc of a blog looks like but I do know that I’ve been feeling like I’ve outgrown my shoes on the Internet. For the longest time, I thought I could get away with all of the slick free themes on WordPress and then for the longest time after that I would spend occasional moments looking at menus(!) on other websites and wishing I could have my own so I could keep my silly doodles separate from the rest of what I do. This time last week, I did something about it and the week since, I’ve spent what feels like both of those earlier “longest times” put together with a thought bubble over my doolingass head that says “wtf was I thinking”. Clearly, not so much. I’ve been googling Adam J Kurtz motivationals on Design*Sponge and harassing my friend Jeanne (who has been so gracious with her expertise. No birthday twin comes closer) so I think I’ll be okay….