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Monthly Archives: January 2013

The food that ate my weekend.

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My love of black-eyed peas is intense, and my love for any sort of food prepared in a fritter format is epic, so acaraje’ seemed like they’d be a slam dunk.

So!  All day Saturday tracking down red palm oil, which all of the recipes insist is crucial to the taste.  If you’re in the Portland area and you need to find the one, elusive store that carries red palm oil, I’m about to be the best thing that that’s ever happened to you.  Give me a call.

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Then!  All day Sunday skinning black-eyed peas.  The most tedious task I’ve ever undertaken in my life.  Just pull and separate, pull and separate, over and over on 500 peas.  And the skins end up all over the place. 

But worth it.  They’re delicious: crisp yet smooth, and gently briny.  Except I don’t really notice the red palm oil, so next time I’m just going to lightly fry them in olive oil and then bake them the rest of the way.  Palm oil’s expensive and clogs your arteries. 

 

My Favorite Sad Song.

I’m working from home today because I’m a little bit hungover, and it’s all overcast and rainy outside, so this seems like a great day to post my favorite song to wallow along to when I’m feeling down.

Ostensibly, of course, this is a happy song about being young and starting a life with someone you love and taking a moment to feel the wonder and revel in all of the potential and possibility.  It was originally written as a jingle for a home mortgage lender advertisement, in fact.

But long stretches of the melody are surprisingly melancholy, and the lyrics are so naively optimistic that you just feel sorry for them.  And then, God, there’s Karen.  Her voice is so tender it’s heartbreaking, and knowing now that she didn’t have so much of life ahead makes listening to her sing those words that much more sad.

Have you guys heard that Kris Kristofferson song “Sunday Morning Coming Down“?  Listening to We’ve Only Just Begun on a gray hungover day makes you feel like the guy in that song.  Like it’s too late for you.

I just spent 3 hours going back and forth across town in the frigid cold trying to track down Indian black salt, which a bunch of vegan recipe sites recommend to give tofu an egg-like flavor.   Whole Foods, New Seasons, Zupan’s, Pastaworks, and every single other high-end shop that carries specialty salts and/or caters to vegans in Portland that I could think of.  None of them had it.

I finally found it for 99 cents/lb at the tiny little halal market 10 blocks from my apartment.

Jesus H.

2 G & Ts and $10 worth of bulk candy from Winco, all before 10 A.M.

FUCK YOU, JANUARY GLOOM.