Suddenly I have things to do—not a job per se, but still many a task at hand. Irritatingly the Apartment association has decided to revamp the entrance and breezeways of all the buildings, which is lovely and kind of them, but also results in a large accumulation of dust inside my door. Guess who gets to clean that on a regular basis? Yay. I’m also trying to actually complete a short story or two for a couple of contests and whatnot, but Oy my mind doesn’t cooperate and constantly wants to change everything as I write it, blocking me from actually moving forward. I’m also going to begin contributing on a volunteer basis at the moment for a peer’s education-oriented website. If that goes somewhere, it could become a proper paid gig. Have to start working on that asap.
And then there’s my beloved blog—no matter what, I intend to keep this going as a testament to my love for food, writing, and the sheer desire to not let it dwindle like so many other pursuits. But obviously when times get a little busy, certain things have to get simpler. Dinner last night, for example. A bean and pepper stew that looks thicker than it actually was. But really quite good with some bhindi (okra) and naan for the boy. Continue reading →
Sandwiches. I’m actually rendered speechless by how much I love them. From super subs, to burgers, to fancy shmancy paninis—whatever your flavor, there is a variety out there for you. And for the AG household here, one particular sandwich has made its presence an indelible mainstay for many months now. My brother would appreciate this post (that is, if he read this blog, which I highly doubt) because this evolved from the simple but tasty lunch I would make for him on those days when I wasn’t demanding he get out off the sofa and be self-sufficient rather than rely on my mom or me to feed him. I fear all my efforts have dissolved into dust now that I’ve moved away; no more voice of reason! No more irritating sister badgering him! It reminds me of how I would hide his video games when he was misbehaving in some manner; that also failed since my mom would always cave and make me return them (what happened to discipline, people?!). Failed attempts everywhere, like trampled petals blown into the horizon. I weep in their stead.
Ah but I digress! Retreat back to the sandwich of the day! That glorious creation we sometimes enjoy on the weekends or, if I am feeling particularly magnanimous in the mornings (no easy feat), I’ll make for the husband to take to work for lunch. The high TECh sandwich. High because it leaves you on cloud nine, where your senses float along with the flavors of Turkey, Egg, and Cheese. On a side note, the name is inspired by a similar sandwich and title my friend concocted in Miami. I just revamped things a bit. Continue reading →
Old Man Winter came knocking on my door, my friends, and his fierce chilly breath has blown out all the colors (if there were any) of drab lifeless winter and blanketed us with the most awe-inspiring, cuddle-inducing, heart-palpitating, toe-curling flurry of snow, snow, snow! It has snowed a few times since I moved to Maryland, but tonight is the first truly mesmerizing descent of snowflakes I have as yet seen here. So captivating that all I have been chanting to myself is “snow snow snow snow snow” which oddly led me to the nursery rhyme about it raining and pouring which then left me pondering over the strange lyrics (how exactly does one bump his head WHILST in bed, pray tell?). Suffice it to say, Alya was befuddled.
But she was not so bewildered over what to make for dinner, thankfully. It was rather quick a decision, to be honest. Shall we refer to our checklist? Cold night? Check. Warm food a must? Check. Black beans in pantry? Check. Tomatoes? Check. Ground meat (turkey)? Check. Cheese? Check. A desire for a one-pot meal? Check. Ready to jump at the chance to make a silly pun out of food choice? Always check!
Ah, the answer is simple, is it not? What could be more fitting than a dish that wallops you with warmth, satisfaction, and a zillion other forms of goodliness? And so, let us journey, you and I, through frosted trees and snow-stung skies, into the caverns of my pantry, only to emerge with Turkey Chili! For what could be more befitting of a frostbit night, than a “chilly” feast for our famished appetites! Continue reading →