Food at Smith College was pretty amazing for college food. They (usually) knew what was in everything, there was desert all the time (even if I usually couldn’t eat it), and there were enough dining halls so that (even if you had to go to more than one) you could almost always get a full meal. My friends and I chose to opt out of the system our senior year, but I really have almost all good things to say about the system (and wonderful things to say about the people).

And the transition from eating at college to eating in the real world are sometimes difficult. It’s also difficult to go from a situation where you might get home to find a roommate making a large dinner and knowing that you’re the only one who might make dinner tonight.

Some nights, it’s just fine to eat leftover mashed potatoes and a can of corn. Some nights, you can go out. But mostly it’s you and the fridge, and you have no idea what to make. What to do? If you go online, it’s easy to get overwhelmed. I follow enough food blogs that I can’t possibly keep up with the food that looks good. Sometimes I can’t even find something that was posted less than a week ago.

My solution? Smith Dining Menus. I may not know what to make, but I know what Smith makes that I like to eat.  I loved when the vegan pierogies were actually vegan (not nearly as often as the website suggests!).  I loved the Shepherd’s pie, both vegan and beefy.  Tonight at Smith, one house had Stir Fry Night, another had Tex Mex night, but most had Baked Chicken and Corn Chowder.  I couldn’t eat Smith’s Corn Chowder (or at least I always assumed so…), maybe I’ll try my own tomorrow.  Up tomorrow at Smith?  Baby Back Ribs were always a favorite, but are pretty expensive and time consuming these days.  But also up are Stuffed Shells, Minestrone Soup, Roast Beef, London Broil, and Breakfast At Night.

I wasn’t always a fan of eating dining hall food day in and day out, and there were plenty of challenges for many of us with special food needs.  But when I can’t come up with any ideas for what I can make that’s fairly easy, tasty, and has a reasonable price tag, I look at what Smith is making.  … Just don’t rule out tofu from your diet because Smith Dining doesn’t understand it.


Not even a month ago, (most of) a family I’m friendly with came to visit Washington DC.  They were on a whirlwind tour, taking the holiday break to show off more of the country than just their (adorable!) classic New England town to the local high school’s two Turkmeni exchange students.  It was bitterly cold, and we stood on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, looking out at the reflecting pool and the Washington Memorial.

Turkmenistan is not exactly the world example of freedom of information, so these students have been unable to learn much of their own history, nevermind ours.  How do you explain the significance of the Civil War?  So much of it has been rewritten, ignored, forgotten.  How do you explain the significance of Lincoln?  Regardless of the truth of the man, he is a powerful national myth figure.  But then there’s the experience of Lincoln Memorial itself, from the Marian Anderson concert to “I Have A Dream.”  I can’t possibly fully understand the significance of even part of this history, how can I hope to help begin to explain it to someone else?  And that’s ignoring the rest of the National Mall.  I really don’t want to have to start explaining the Vietnam War… or Korea.  Or World War II.  Because, let’s be serious, my history classes barely got to WWII, mentioned that Vietnam happened, and the largest part of my knowledge of the Korean War is framed by Hawkeye Pierce and the M*A*S*H 4077.  I’m from New England.  I can give you a detailed history of the Burning of the Gaspee and the monetary policies of the colonies, but everything I know about history after the Gilded Age is a direct result of personal interest, and not formal education.

No matter how much I read, no matter how much I watch, no matter how much I talk to those who experienced some of the history I wasn’t there for– how can I hope to understand?  How can I hope to explain?

But despite my inability to explain, I do feel it.  Some places are steeped in history, and you just can’t deny it.  Driving in and out of Concord, Massachusetts this summer.  Benefit Street on the East Side of Providence.  And the National Mall in Washington DC.

Capitol at Night

I remember knowing that George H. W. Bush was president, I remember an older relative quizzing me on that particular fact.  I vaguely remember that there was a presidential election.  But the entire time that I have been old enough to think critically about the role of a president has been during the administration of George W. Bush.  Agree or disagree with his policies, the man has spent much of his time outside of Washington DC altogether, has spent much of the time in Washington inside the White House, and has not had an overwhelming number of speeches or press conferences.

Obama is the first internet-ready president.  And one of the most important things that the internet has given us is a sense of interconnectedness.  You can keep track of what your old teachers are doing, your high school friends, your kindergarten friends…  And they can all talk to each other.

I had hoped desperately that James Taylor would play “Shed A Little Light” on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial yesterday, but it was not to be, sadly.  But I’ll share part of the lyrics with you here-

Let us turn our thoughts today
To Martin Luther King
And recognize that there are ties between us
All men and women
Living on the earth
Ties of hope and love
Sister and brotherhood
That we are bound together
In our desire to see the world become
A place in which our children
Can grow free and strong
We are bound together
By the task that stands before us
And the road that lies ahead
We are bound and we are bound

This has been the never-ending soundtrack in my head over the last few months.  Obama’s election is a turning point, and it is a unifying force that calls us to serve, together, as Americans.  This is a powerful belongingness that I have never before felt.

I’ve been feeling a little under the weather, and my boyfriend has been fighting off a rather nasty cold for a while now (and he really can’t afford to get any sicker).  We’re 6 walking miles away from the Capitol.  I doubt we’ll be there in person, at least not for the swearing in ceremony.  But the miraculous part of this time in history for me?  I don’t feel like I have to be on the National Mall to be part of this moment, because this moment will not just be at the Capitol.  This is a moment for everyone, everywhere.  And I can’t wait to share it with you.

Speaking of sharing, I really do promise to tell you about my bread adventures one of these days.  But every time I think I have it pretty well nailed, I do something silly like pull out an underdone loaf, or oversalt the rolls.  But since that first loaf, it’s all been mostly edible, so I don’t really have an excuse.


Look, I know I’m not the only one rushing to agree or disagree (or both) with Mark Bittman’s recent NYT Article, but here are my thoughts about what- over and above the obvious standards- is useful to have around:

Stock:  Bittman suggests not bothering at all with canned/boxed stock.  I’m not buying it.  Yes, I can now state that homemade stock is better than store bought with real firsthand experience.  And by reducing it and freezing it into cubes, it’ll last a while and is fairly compact.  Bittman suggests boiling a carrot, a celery stalk, and half an onion in water for a half hour, with some chicken bits if you have them.  Why don’t you start with a half decent stock and then add to it, like suggested in LRK’s How To Eat Supper?  And while we’re at it, cans are out, as are the little lumps.  You can either get a small tupperware of jelly-consistancy concentrate or boxes–  either work better AND more easily.

Spray-Oil: Finally broke down and bought a $7 pastry brush, almost like this one.  This can do egg washes, normal oil, olive oil, melted butter, butter mixed with flour, and anything else.  It can get bowls, muffin tins, bundt pans, and whatever else, but not get my hand and the toaster oven as well.  And because it’s silicone with the other bit in the middle, it holds liquid well, but also goes into the dishwasher, and doesn’t loose bristles.  Otherwise, fingers often work too.

Lemon Juice: Here’s my major disagreement with Bittman, rather than a minor addition or clarification:  I’m a very strong proponent of having a small squeezey thing of lemon juice and lime juice.  Lemons and limes are expensive.  They’re cheaper at ethnic markets.  But if you’re going to go to a normal grocery store, you might as well just buy them at Whole Foods, because there’s just not that much price difference.  I do buy lemons and limes, especially when I get to one of the cheap places, but they get lost in the fridge, and moldy on the counter.  (Everything gets moldy here.  Everything lives in the fridge. So things get lost in there.)  And so, although we do try to use fresh citrus when possible, we’re often out.  And adding acid really does transform a meal.  So we keep squeezy jars.  Suck on that lemon, Bittman.

Spices: The only spice my mother goes through quickly is basil.  Most other things in the spice area have been there forever, and some may have been there since before me.  I mention this not to embarrass my mother, but to merely point out one example, because if you use spices and haven’t moved in the last year, you have something in there that’s past its prime.  Bittman’s suggestion of throw everything out and start over again every year is a little overreaching for most.  But going through and smelling everything every 6 months isn’t totally out of line.  If the spice container is more than 10 years old, the most valuable thing about it is the container, sure.  But a whole nutmeg will last longer than ground nutmeg, and some spices can easily be pushed past one year, even if you have to add a little bit more.  But ideally we shouldn’t be buying large containers of everything anyway.  We should only be buying what we can use in 6 month or a year at a time.  And often that’s not a large jar.  Best bet?  Find a hippie co-op near you that has spices in bulk.  Find something new? Get a couple tablespoons.  Everything else?  Get a couple months supply, whatever that is for you.  That way your spices don’t go bad, and you can actually afford to replace your spices often enough.

Bacon/prosciutto:  Definitely keep a little of one of these in stock.  Get a package of bacon, and then separate a few slices, and then wrap and freeze.  Then, when you’re making something that needs just a little oomph, a slice or two of bacon will make a huge difference.  You can add a number of other Italian bacon-like meats- I love pancetta.

Fish Sauce: Go to the closest asian market.  I have the stuff with the crabs on it, but aparently the stuff with the baby on it is also good?  If you like Thai or Vietnamese, you definitely like this stuff.  If you like Chinese, you almost definitely like this stuff (The more often used Oyster Sauce is less pungent, however).  Just….  don’t smell it before you use it the first time, okay?  It’s strong stuff, so don’t add much.  Add a spash just about anywhere you might add soy sauce- marinades, over veggies, pasta, rice, salad dressing…..  It adds incredible depth when mixed with things.  If you really can’t stomach the idea of Fish Sauce, try starting by adding Worcestershire sauce to things.  It isn’t as pure, so it’s somewhat hard to work with, but it’s in the same family.

More thoughts on bread (with which I have had success!) later.  After I go make some more.  The only problem with making homemade bread is that you start eating more bread!  Or, at least, we do.


Major Failure

15Dec08

I usually post when I make yummy things.  Usually the things are either good and easy to make, or really good and a little bit harder.  You might get the impression that I eat well all the time.

Of course, you don’t hear about night before last’s stir fry that was perfectly fine, just not perfect, the batch of Pad Thai that was a bit overcooked and watery, the dinner of toast and pecan pie.  To be fair, there are some things that are very yummy that you haven’t heard about.  Pasta casserole, two (!) Thanskgiving dinners, and the spelt crackers (oh, the spelt crackers), and I do mean to tell you about at least some of that.  But I hope I give off the (correct) impression that when I get into the kitchen, while what comes out might not be exactly as planned, but it’s still edible.

Like the time I failed at making truffles.  Sure, I could only get about 3 of them to hold together enough to look even remotely like a truffle, but y’know what we had instead?  A big bowl of melty chocolate.  And when you get a bunch of college women a bowl of chocolate and spoons?  No one is complaining that the shape is wrong.

But yesterday I failed.  Failed.  And I’m not even sure exactly where I went wrong.

I keep meaning to make No-Knead bread.  I have yeast, I have flour and salt and a loaf pan.  But my man-creature likes whole wheat bread.  Some recipes call for half All Purpose Flour and half Whole Wheat, which I suppose would be fine.  Some recipes call for a flat pan, or some sort of container of water, or making 4 batches worth at the same time…  All of which I’m willing to experiment with, but preferably later.  I do not have a stand mixer, so the No-Knead sounds particularly nice.

And someone linked to someone else, and the other day I found this recipe-  It was super easy, and had me excited about never buying bread again!…..  And then it came out of the oven.  The texture?  Okay, I suppose, but not inspired.  The bottom seemed damp.  Oh, and then I tasted it.  Perhaps buying overpriced bread isn’t a bad thing….  because this didn’t taste like something I want to eat.  It was salty.  So salty that upon further consideration, it was decided that “deer would like it!

What did I do?  It called for two teaspoons of salt.  Did I use Tablespoons?  No.  The teaspoon was dirty, the Tablespoon was not.  Other recipes call for only 1/4 a teaspoon less.  Perhaps the whole wheat tastes saltier?  I used normal salt rather than my more usual kosher, which ends up with less salt content per unit of volume.

Of course, the failure makes me want to try even harder.  I’ll try white no-knead next.  And if that doesn’t work (and at some point even if it does), I’ll knead.  But I will have bread.  I will!


When I still worked at the Smith College library, one of the staff librarians asked me what my favorite food was.  I… didn’t have an answer.  She assumed that this meant I didn’t like food.  Not the case— I actually like too much food to be able to give that answer.

Here is as concise a list of my favorite food as I can give you.  It’s not organized.  It’s also not very concise.  But I did try.

I love steak sandwiches with peppers and onions and mushrooms and thousand island dressing. I love pad thai, and massaman curry, and pineapple fried rice, and tofu triangles. I love beef lo mein, and beef moo-shoo, and fried dumplings, and orange chicken, and scallion pancakes, and sesame tofu. Tempura. I love kettle corn. I love pasta with most kinds of sauce and wine biscuits. Chicken Piccata.   I love raspberries and blackberries, pineapple and peaches. Oranges. Fried Bananas, plantains. I love dark chocolate. Chocolate soy ice cream. I love creme bruleé. I love samosas and naan, mango chicken, aloo gobi, biryani. Fluff. Bento Boxes from Haruki, any of the wraps and/or falafel at East Side Pockets (both in providence). Cold Pizza Strips from anywhere on Federal Hill, and almost anywhere in Rhode Island. Guacamole, refried beans, fajitas, burritos. Fresh Corn. Shrimp Scampi. Broccoli, steamed. Cauliflower roasted. Summer rolls, Vietnamese beef vermicelli. Bacon.  Sausage Biscuits or Sausage McGriddles from McDonalds  (I’m a very bad person for this, but it’s true). Chili.  Pulled Pork, Beef Brisket, Hush Puppies, corn fritters, sweet potatoes. Nutter Butters. Peanut Butter Oreos. Orange Juice, Cranberry blend juices (cran ras, cran grape, cran apple), Pineapple Juice, Vitamin Water (my favorite is Balance), Mountain Dew. Koobidah Kabobs, Shish Kabob. Souvlaki. Baklava.  Basil. Pesto. Tomatos. French Onion Soup. Ribollita. Foccacia. Bread pudding, Rice pudding. Chocolate Silk, very vanilla Silk.  Cashews, pecans. Gummy Worms. Chocolate covered Espresso beans. Hummus and tabbouleh and tahini. Portabello mushrooms, especially with spinach and roasted red peppers in a sandwich.  Catfish Bites from the Noho Brewery. Pierogies.  Eggplant Roulettes, Spanokopida, ravioli, stuffed shells. Jasmine Rice. Ghiaradelli Hot Chocolate.  Stuffed Peppers. Rao’s Coffee.  Rosemary bread from Hungry Ghost. Chai.  Scones from Petsi PiesRay’s Hell Burger is pretty yummy as well.

Foods I don’t like: Puttanesca Sauce, Tunafish (Note:  I like Tuna steak just fine.  It’s the stuff from cans and pouches I can’t deal with.)  I’m not a huge fan of seaweed, although I can deal with smaller amounts.


I’ve been sick, and then I was traveling AND sick, and now I’m mostly better but only just, so I figured I would get back to it with something less strenuous.

When I was a kid, I always had to wash my hands before coming to the table.  Now, I was a kid, and I played in the dirt and didn’t always clean my hands after that, and kids find all sorts of ways to get germs onto their hands, so washing your hands before you eat was a Very Good Thing for my parents to make me do.

When I cook, especially when sick or handling raw meat, I wash my hands a lot.  Not as much as maybe I might, but I’m pretty good about it.

But when I’m not cooking, more often than not, I don’t wash my hands before I eat.  And when was the last time you saw an adult wash their hands right before a meal when they weren’t cooking or doing something else dirty immediately before?  When I play in the dirt as an adult, I wash my hands right after.  But I touch door knobs, elevator buttons, computers, and all sorts of other things before I eat.

I’m not suggesting that everyone perfect the art of washing one’s hands in a public bathroom and then touching nothing afterward (through clever paper towel usage), I’m not suggesting that we all carry around Purell 24/7…  But recently getting sick, I’m reminded of the silly little things we do to avoid getting sick, and washing one’s hands is one of the good things to do that doesn’t really have much cost in our society.  I think that washing our hands after going to the bathroom AND washing our hands before we eat (at least most of the time) isn’t too much to ask.  Besides, my mom told me to.

Additionally, if you like geeky British people being funny, you might want to watch Kamikazi Cookery, in which three blokes cook food.  Some funnier than others, I liked Normal Person vs. Gordon Ramsay (Mom, they swear in the video.  Gordon Ramsay swears a lot.  It’s somewhat of a joke.) and Normal Person vs. Jamie Oliver.  The blog also includes such things as what a Time Lord would eat at a pizza party.  If that’s your kind of thing (and Dad, I know it’s not yours) check it out!


I read a bunch of food blogs.  When Food Gawker featured this Applesauce Bread, my boyfriend wanted it.  I made it.  It didn’t seem spectacular– no fireworks or anything.  But as it sat in the kitchen, it got munched on, and munched on, and by the time we were clearing up the kitchen to go to sleep, there was only a slice left.

I made it again.  This time, however, I was distracted, and I ignored the timer going, because I had set it a bit early, and I would just get it after chopping the onion…..  Fifteen or twenty minutes later, I swore, grabbed a potholder, and rushed the quick bread out of the oven and out of its pan.  I was convinced it would be dry and horrible– but it wasn’t.  The applesauce kept it moist inside, and the extra time gave the outside a bit more… crustiness.  It has now been requested that I overcook it all the time.  Only, now I’m out of applesauce!  I’m still not exactly sure why it’s so good, but it still disappears remarkably fast.

Recipe from Back to the Cutting Board’s Family, with only one real change by me.

ingredients:

  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) butter or margarine  (I, of course, used margarine)
  • 1 cup of sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 3/4 cups of flour (I used about half whole wheat flour.  It wasn’t noticeable by taste or texture, and makes it slightly better for you.  Slightly.)
  • 1 tsp. salt
  • 1 tsp. baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp. baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp. cinnamon
  • 1/2 tsp. nutmeg
  • 1 cup sweetened applesauce

preparation:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees (F).  Grease a 9×6×3-inch loaf pan.

In a large bowl gradually add sugar into butter, cream until light.  Add eggs and beat until light and fluffy.  (Honestly, did this by hand.  It’s probably better with a mixer.  Oh well.)

In a separate bowl combine all the dry ingredients.

Combine half the dry mixture with the butter mixture.  Then add in 1/2  cup of applesauce and combine.  Repeat with remaining dry mixture and 1/2 cup of applesauce, mixing after each.

Pour into pan.  Bake for about 1 hour. (Or a little more if you want it crispier.)  It’ll be a nice golden brown and a toothpick will come out clean.  Cool 10 minutes and remove from pan.

I’ll probably also try her Glazed Lemon Cakes when I remember to buy a lemon!


So, my little GoogleMap of many of my favorite places is resisting being an actual map on the side there.  I’m kind of assuming that WordPress is objecting somehow, and so I haven’t tried very hard either.  In any case, I wanted to talk about some of my favorite Boston-area establishments before I forgot them or they went out of business.

Barbeque.

There are only two choices.  Those choices are Blue Ribbon and Redbones.  The choice isn’t the easiest.  We went out to both quite a bit over the summer.  My conclusion?  Blue Ribbon has better, more “authentic” meat.  The pulled pork is good Carolina Style.  (And I don’t even like Carolina bbq sauce.).  But the sides aren’t quite as good as at Redbones.  Still, the point of BBQ is usually the meat, so if you were doing take out, I would probably usually go with Blue Ribbon.

But if you’re going out, Redbones has a significantly better atmosphere.  The bar is….  barlike.  And my favorite part about Redbones?  There’s a counter looking into the kitchen.  Not only do you usually get some sort of complimentary appetizer, but you get to watch this kitchen at work.  These guys are hardcore.  Think “lifting logs with kitchen tongs”.  And while the meat isn’t quite as good as Blue Ribbon, it’s still really good.

Cafe

Darwin’s Ltd.  was closest, and decent.  Good sandwiches, and reasonable coffee and tea.  But there was really only room for one in my heart, and that was Petsi Pies.  You see, when I was living in Northampton, I fell deeply in love with Rao’s Coffee, badly enough that I really don’t like most other coffee anymore.  My boyfriend–before he was my boyfriend– drove from Boston to the Valley fueled mainly by a Rao’s craving.  So when we saw someone outside our building with a Rao’s cup, we just about pounced.  We could have our precious espresso again?

But it got better.  Not only was there the delicious coffee, but there were amazing baked goods.  I don’t usually love scones, and I loved these.  Biscuits, brioche, muffins, pie….  So yummy!!  The breakfast sandwiches at the Cambridge location are wonderful as well.  I nearly cried when we left Petsi’s on moving day. It’s more than a little pathetic, but it’s still true.


My senior year of high school was a roller coaster, as most of my friends from the time know. But as I graduated in the spring of 2004, things were mostly getting better. I remember watching the Democratic National Convention that summer with my closest friends. I liked John Kerry more because he wasn’t Bush than because of who he was. My best friend, however, significantly more involved than I was at the time, was excited about the Keynote from an up and coming potential senator with a funny name I couldn’t remember at the time. The only speech from that Convention I remember nowadays is that of Barack Obama. That one speech changed me from a person who was disconnected from politics to someone who wanted to understand, even if I didn’t understand yet.

I then was implanted into Smith. As I struggled to find a place my first semester, I found myself in a crowded tv room in a house full of passionate women who hoped to see the end of a Bush presidency. And slowly, as it looked less and less likely, people slipped out. The next day, I skipped a class for the first time and instead watched Kerry’s concession speech. I crossed campus to hand in my homework with a truly maudlin expression of my sadness– I had painted a tear on my face with eyeliner. I was not alone in my despondency, the entire campus felt defeated, deflated.

Then I remembered Obama’s keynote. I realized I wasn’t mourning John Kerry. I was mourning the fact that as much as many didn’t like George W. Bush, as much as people would have liked a different direction, we hadn’t been able to sell it. That we had a choice. We could settle into despondency, and we would never change– or we could work harder.

I had laid in a supply of sidewalk chalk, one of two methods of communication on campus (The other?  The Daily Jolt.). I waited until dusk, and went around campus. “Midterms are in two years–  We start working now”, in front of the library.  But what really got me through was chalked outside of Chapin House–  “Hope — Hope in the face of difficulty. Hope in the face of uncertainty. The audacity of hope!” It was from Obama’s Democratic National Convention Keynote.  It was what I had to give.

I do not have an inspirational story about celebrating last night. I envy my friends who were surrounded by crowds on Pennsylvania Ave and Grant Park. I envy my friends who rushed out of dorms to celebrate with their school. I was in bed with my laptop, refreshing any number of news sites. You see, most of the day yesterday, I spent in front of an elementary school just outside of Richmond, Virginia. My boyfriend was part of the Protect the Vote campaign, and I was doing whatever needed doing- grabbing coffee, handing out sample ballots, whatever. There was up to an hour wait in the morning, but it was clear for the rest of the day.

There were only two incidents all day at the polling place– An inside poll worker received a complaint about the sample ballots– Now, “sample ballot” is a misnomer. The Democratic one listed all of the races and candidates on one side, with the Democrats bolded and first. On the other side was information on voting rights in Virginia. The Republicans listed only the Republican Candidates. Both were totally legal, and it was resolved quickly. Another woman complained to both sides as she went in that we should have to be farther away, and that she was going to change things. Both sides rolled our eyes.

My favorite was a man who showed up with his two children.  As he walked up, I thought to myself that he looked like a Republican– in fact, he looked an awful lot like Joe the Plumber.  But when the Republicans thought the same thing and approached him with their sample ballot… well, he did have some opinions.  He wasn’t sure how well Obama would lead, how effective an executive he would be…  But, as he explained to his children, as he squatted down and tried to explain voting to them, the country hadn’t been doing too well, and Obama wanted things to be different.  Things weren’t going to be perfect with Obama–but they would be better.  I had forgotten the basic premise–  that there is no red America and blue America– there is only the United States of America.

But there was rain. Lots of rain. Lots of being cold and wet. And so, when I got home, I didn’t want to go out again.  Sitting a home, warm and dry, we watched election coverage. When they had called Pennsylvania and Ohio, I knew it was good, I knew it was almost in the bag. But at 11? I finally was able to let myself believe. Finally. After years of wanting to, but not wanting to be hurt. After years of dreaming, but not wanting to hope out loud. Four years ago I dreamed of an Edwards/Obama ticket, someday. Today, I am often tearing up. Barack Obama will not make every choice the way I would hope he would. Already he has not. But today I have something to work towards. There are fights it looks like we did not win. But I not only believe that we can make progress, I believe that I can be a part of that progress.

Smith College is a very safe place for many people. Smith gave me a place to heal, and to grow. For four years, I did not have to fight everyone around me for the chance to be myself.  I did not have to be an activist.  I was safe inside “The Bubble.” I’m ready to get to work, now that I’m out.

The audacity of hope.

As President Bartlet always used to ask– What’s next?


Rice

06Nov08

I’ve never had a problem with rice.  I have two things going for me– I basically follow the directions, and I have easy to control stovetops.  Key things to mention— Wash jasmine rice.  Yes, most colanders will lose some rice in the process– you can do it over a pot or bowl to minimize loss– but it’s important for yummy rice.  If you’ve got Basmati rice, wash it and then soak it for a good half hour.

I don’t ever bother putting butter or oil in it when first cooking it, although I do sometimes afterwards.  Other than that, I just follow the instructions on the package.  Usually these involve “put rice and water into pot, boil, as soon as it’s boiling, turn down to very low, cover, let sit for about 15 minutes, turn heat off”.

This past summer, we had use of a very tempremental gas stove.  I’m not used to gas, at all.  I couldn’t keep a burner on “low” for the life of me.  It was either too hot or it went out altogether.  I didn’t really make rice this past summer, but I imagine my inability to keep it on “low” would present a problem.  A friend recently noted having problems making rice on her gas stove, and I wonder if it’s for this very reason.  In any case, I offer her (and you) a potential solution, from How To Eat Supper

Cook rice like pasta.  Lightly salt the water, boil about a cup of rice for about 10 minutes (it’ll still be undercooked), drain it in a sieve, and then put it back in the pot, covered.  After 5-10 minutes, fluff it and serve it.

I’ve got a backlog, and I’ve finally got some sleep since Election Day.  Hopefully I’ll get some other stuff up soon.



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