Archive for April, 2012

April 20, 2012

Day 161

Fruit Smoothie

Some kind of mango/orange concoction. It may sound odd that I’ve never had a fruit smoothie, but it makes perfect sense to me. Especially after I tasted one. Blech. Way too much going on. I’ve decided I prefer my food a bit more subtle (read: bland). Just one more piece of evidence that I’m an 80-year-old trapped in a 30-something body. (As if the shawl and bathing dress weren’t enough.)


April 19, 2012

Day 160

Masala Dosa

(with some kind of coconut chutney) Another gift from work-buddy Kelly. Super sweet of her, but as unfamiliar smells wafted through my kitchen yet again, I started to feel a bit put upon. I was hungry and I just wanted a slice of pizza or some meatloaf and potatoes, for the love of god. So I stomped around the place with what my husband calls my “looks like someone just put a spoon of poop in your mouth” face. (It’s a look he’s very familiar with.) I sat down with a couple of these already trying to figure out what I was going to eat after I rejected them. But then I took a bite. The crepe-like things (is that the dosa?) were crunchy and good. And the potato/onion filling — what’s not to like? I opted out of the chutney, though — in a fit of Picky Niki rebellion.

April 18, 2012

Day 159

Greek Yogurt (Blueberry)

Yogurt was an inevitable step in this new food experiment of mine. Its creamy texture has landed it on the naughty list for years — not to mention my aversion to most bacteria cultures. I picked up Greek-style, since that seems to be all the rage these days, without realizing I was signing up for the cream-daddy of yogurts. But after the initial shock of it all — including a rather overzealous blueberry flavor — it really wasn’t all that bad. It’s so creamy that it almost crosses over into ice-cream texture. But more tongue-coating. I could probably get used to it.

April 17, 2012

Day 158

Onions in Sauce

Sounds bizarre, right? Well, I have weird hot dog toppings on my mind, since I’m writing an article about Michigan sauce, which — oddly enough — is found only in the northernest reaches of New York (more about this misnamed meat-based condiment later). So I’ve decided to explore other add-ons for America’s favorite cigar-shaped edible. (Don’t even get me started on the significance of this national obsession. Sometimes a hot dog isn’t just a hot dog.) First stop was “Push-Cart Style” onions in a tomato-ish sauce. Sounded harmless enough. But a taste-test left me wondering who would willingly put this in his mouth. I know, I know — the same can be said for hot dogs. That’s probably why hot-dog carts do their best business in high-volume drunk areas, like baseball games.


April 16, 2012

Day 157

Aloo Mutter

This was frozen, sure, but it wasn’t half bad. Just potatoes and peas in a tomato-based sauce. It was another offering from workmate Kelly, who is attempting to broaden my Eastern horizons. There was some debate in the office about whether these first forays into Indian cuisine — apart from a traumatic ginger chicken debacle in the San Francisco bay area — should be of the boxed/frozen variety. But I guess it’s a start. I’m going to try to hit up my town’s only Indian restaurant this weekend to continue in the cause. I hear the place is pretty good — which is a rarity in our restaurant scene.

April 15, 2012

Day 156

Sesame Regina
Continuing in the baked goods vein … found this while surveying the grocery bakery for an easy pick (weekend laziness). It was good, but I was silly and ate it like a cookie. It’s really a biscotti and should have been doused in coffee, my very favorite drink in the world. Except maybe beer. Next time I’m going to make these at home and pair with a seriously sludgy cup of Joe.

April 14, 2012

Day 155

Butter Rum Muffin

No-brainer. I like butter and booze. And baked goods.

April 13, 2012

Day 154

Dried Cherries

A dried fruit that doesn’t suck! Much. These were nice and tart (I didn’t know cherries were tart. Always assumed they were sweet. I guess I should try a fresh one.) But the sticking point with these little guys is that they taste a bit like the way grass smells. Or maybe hay. I took a big sniff in the bag after I ate one and, sure enough, it smelled like grass. Or hay. Problem is, no one else smelled or tasted that. (Except for one coworker who I think was being nice.) So my work bunch is pointing to this as an example of how my taste buds, or maybe my olfactory system, is seriously jacked up. I find it all very interesting. How mental/physical quirks can all add up to finickiness. I recently did the food coloring test on my tongue and confirmed that I’m not a super taster. I guess I’m just an otherly-abled taster.

April 12, 2012

Day 153

Saag with Paneer

Loosely translated: spinach puree with cottage cheese-like cubes. A workmate brought in a box of this Kitchens of India Palak Paneer. Said just heat & eat, but the picture on the box made me not want to do either of those things. I stared at it for two whole days before I got up the gumption to try it. When I opened the bag inside and glopped it out, my opinion didn’t improve. Looked an awful lot like baby diarrhea. The thick, dark green kind. With my famous will of steel, though, I popped it in the microwave and took a spoonful. And it’s not bad. I would have liked a little more spinach flavor (I think maybe in fresh versions there would be more) and maybe a little less of whatever that mystery spice was. But the biggest surprise was how okay I was with the cheese nuggets floating in there. Wonder of wonders.

April 11, 2012

Day 152

Grilled Cajun Shrimp

On a happy note, my kindly work buddy Kelly brought in a jar of non-rancid tahini and it turns out it’s not disgusting! So tahini gets an upgrade to smiley face.
But about that shrimp … I’m not a seafood person, but this was pretty good. Weird texture, but I think it’s something I could get used to.