Remember the last time you were on a deadline and desperately pressed for time or just way too exhausted from work or life to even remotely consider mustering up the energy to look through the fridge (except to retrieve that last ice-cold beer you saved for yourself behind the carton of milk – oops! sorrry, honey!), let alone make dinner? Remember the last time you picked up your phone just to call your friendly neighborhood pizza place to rescue you rather than calling your significant other to let them know that dinner is ready to be served? I do. In fact, it seems as though it’s all I ever do lately.
I grew up loving pizza. I don’t know anyone who didn’t. It was, in my opinion, a luxurious reward for good behavior. In other words, it was a parent’s laziness or lack of time resulting in a most marvelous treat of a meal for us as kids, and even as adolescents. In most cases, it was the meal succeeding a busy day of fun to which everyone would gather around for a slice or two.
However, instead of having to call for an instant pizza, I can now proudly say that I can make my own – albeit, not quite as conveniently. Pizza is a most wonderful thing. Endlessly versatile, it’s hard for anyone not to love some variation of it. Now, pair that gourmet handmade pizza of yours with a bold glass of wine or better yet, a homemade sangria and this, my friends, is what being a mature adult is all about.
There’s something I find intoxicating about tomatoes in the summer. They’re supple, juicy, tender, vibrant, crisp, and everything a tomato should be. I’ve loved tomatoes for as long as I can remember. I adore them in sliced form, sweetly sandwiched between deli meats and cheeses, all bundled together within two layers of fresh bread. I rejoice in finding them within salads, nestled between the smooth and subtle ridges of iceberg lettuce. You’ll never see me resist from having a really hearty tomato soup or sauce. And you can bet that on a cool, but sunny summer day, a wonderfully roasted tomato bruschetta (with all its warm yet refreshing flavors) is something I pine for.
Especially when this summer day involves a whole lot of moving around! My previous roommate and I have decided once again that we belong under the same roof. In fact, we’ve also come to the conclusion that another coworker/friend was destined to live with us, too. So, amidst all the apartment-hunting, box-packing, and furniture-shopping, having a piece of crusty french bread topped with a savory tomato, basil, garlic, and parmesan bruschetta is the perfect breath of fresh air. Not to mention, so is the view from our gorgeous apartment. Pictures coming soon!
Let me introduce you to a couple of my dearest friends: Kasha and Nicole (unfortunately Joanne is in California and wasn’t physically able to be with us – IheartyouJO). Now, I don’t even know where to begin telling you about these leading ladies of mine. I don’t think I could quite do them justice with words alone. They saved me from being a high school outcast when I first moved solo to this island. You know that scene in Mean Girls where Lindsay Lohan is new and eats lunch alone in the bathroom, thanks to a lack of friends? Yeah, that girl was me! Fortunately, these two girls + Joanne extended their hand out in friendship (or in pity) to little ol’ me.
They rescued me from being trampled upon by the harmful high school herd and saved me from the biting cold of potential ostracism and loneliness. I couldn’t be more grateful. Actually they couldn’t be more grateful – their stomachs, to say the very very least. Continue reading
I go through cooking phases. At times, I gravitate towards complex and elaborate recipes comprised of ingredients I can hardly pronounce. Then, at other times, I’m drawn to those easy and simple recipes that consist of maybe only a handful of ingredients that I already have, readily stored within the walls of my refrigerator or cupboards. As of right now, I’m definitely in that latter phase.
It isn’t as un-glamorous as it sounds though. In fact, such simple recipes bring out the true flavors of each ingredient ultimately creating a delicious sum of its parts. Besides, it’s obviously convenient and shamelessly cheaper. Plus, it makes a lighter meal that’s perfect for the sweltering hot summer. In which case, this recipe is fabulous. Even more so with a good glass of wine or frosty mug of beer.
I know it sounds completely unappetizing, but I promise it isn’t. That isn’t even the actual name of the dish although it easily could be. As I’ve mentioned once in a previous entry, canned foods are vital to the average college student’s diet. Fresh and organic ingredients are, at times, unattainable luxuries and due to the high prices of such luxuries, I am often forced to compromise…But, there’s no need to fret for taste is definitely not something I compromise, ever. So, as I was saying, canned foods are the ultimate source of sustenance for the economically challenged. Regardless of its association to poverty and what not, it holds so much personal value. To me, it represents convenience, preservation and ultimately survival in whatever manner you want to take it.
Seriously, people, don’t you just hate it when you go grocery shopping and buy fresh produce only to let it rot because life got in the way? Yes, you know this has happened to you too. It is impossible to avoid the inevitable and yet while we, by nature, are made resilient and able to thrive off adversity, our poor little fridge friends are quite the opposite. As we get stronger and wiser day by day through our incessant experiences and obstacles, whatever you bought and stored in the fridge is only curdling, perishing, withering and wrinkling with time. It breaks my heart every time I neglect to utilize newly purchased produce and am then forced to say farewell..*sigh*
Luckily, that teary parting never occurs with reliable canned goods!