Things have been quiet around here this week for various reasons: I have taken on some additional responsibilities at work, I haven’t been taking care of myself the way that I should, the weather has been crummy, and I’ve been feeling generally exhausted and uninspired. I’m in the middle of a 3-day weekend, though, which should help to recharge my batteries a bit. I hope to be back to regular posting later this week.
A bout of nasty neck and shoulder pain has made it impossible for me to prep and cook, and as such has kept me out of the kitchen for most of this week. Luckily, Mike has kept us well fed, with Tuesday’s pasta feast and last night’s iron skillet pizza stuffed with diced salami, kale and roasted red peppers. I have roast chicken and Zuni bread salad to look forward to tonight, and then, of course, a weekend in which to regroup and recover.
I hope to be back in full swing on Monday with the usual recap, but until then, check out this piece on Examiner.com, with a nice shout-out to this little site and a compilation of other Rhody-based food blogs. I look forward to checking them out and I’m sure you will, too. Have a great weekend!
Just popping in briefly to say:
If you’re interested in entering for a chance to win free grass-fed beef courtesy of La Cense Beef, you still have time! The contest closes on Monday, December 1st. Go here to read the rules and enter.
Our Thanksgiving birds arrived yesterday. You read that right – birds. I’ll tell you all about it on Friday. :)
And finally, this has been a big year for us, with changes good and bad, but as I look at my life I feel really lucky that I have so much to be thankful for. To those of you who are celebrating, may you have a safe, healthy and happy Thanksgiving holiday.
Shoppers at farmers markets in cities around the country might feel virtuous because they’re filling their baskets with eggs and chard and apples offered by farmers within driving distance. Same goes for the city subscribers in community supported agriculture programs, who buy shares in the production of a nearby farm. And they’re justified: they are helping change American agriculture by supporting local farmers instead of agribusiness. Small family farms are essential to guaranteeing the diversity and safety of our food supply.
But markets and community supported agriculture programs, wonderful as they are, can’t by themselves save American agriculture. To do that, we have to look beyond the “eat local” slogans at the farmers markets in New York, San Francisco and Chicago and think of how to give American consumers across the country access to regional products that might disappear unless they are raised in much larger numbers. In some cases the answer is to think locally but to ship nationally.
Patrick Martins, from “Set That Apricot Free,” originally published in the New York Times, and quoted in the November/December 2008 issue of edibleManhattan.
So this is what the rest of my week looked like, food-wise. Much of it is not terribly exciting, but there it is. Let’s start at the beginning:
Tuesday breakfast was a savory hodgepodge of leftovers, and lunch was leftover bread pudding. I didn’t get around to blogging dinner, but it was a simple seafood chowder, with local wild striped bass and plenty of Perry’s awesome littleneck clams.
Thursday was buttered toast for breakfast (yawn), and soup, chips and sandwich from my office cafeteria for lunch. I am such a dork for potato chips. Mike made a wonderful butter chicken for dinner that night, from Jessamyn’s recipe (thanks, lady!).
Happy weekend, everyone!
I’m sorry, I usually don’t post stuff like this, but I’m in tears right now. Can you read this and still not care where your food comes from? Or remain blissfully unaware?
AP Exclusive: Video shows workers abusing pigs (By FREDERIC J. FROMMER, Associated Press Writer, via Yahoo! News)
I start my new job on Monday. Since last night was date night and I wasn’t going to be cooking dinner, I decided to make a little something to share with my coworkers at the place I’m leaving today. Let me just say that I might have to reconsider this whole “not baking” thing. This was really, really good. Thanks, Dorie.