Monthly Archives: July 2012
This week’s included:
- 2 cantaloupe
- 3 lemon cucumbers
- 2 yellow squash (1 summer, 1 pattypan)
- 4 large eggplants
- 7 fairy tale eggplants (the small guys)
- 2.75 lbs red and yellow tomatoes
- 8 peaches
- 1.5 lbs okra
- 2 red bell peppers
- 1 green bell pepper
- 4 banana peppers
- 2 Anaheim chilis
- 2 red jalapenos
- A dozen eggs (for a little extra monies)
For 2 people, this is basically enough food to plan all of our dinners around for the entire week. Our one issue was eating all the cantaloupe because it was already ripe when we got it. This resulted in us eating large amounts of it for breakfast. I believe the phrase, “This cantaloupe is my Everest,” was spoken more than once.
Dallas county is having a bit of a West Nile issue. With 37 human cases and 2 deaths, Dallas county has had the most cases of any county in the country. Pretty much every 2 days since the middle of June, the city has been spraying in areas where new cases pop up. Apparently cases don’t usually show up until August/September so we might be in for a fun couple of months breathing in insecticide. Taylor rarely gets bitten by mosquitoes but they love to find me in our apartment. I was just watching TV on Sunday night and realized that I had three fresh mosquito bites on my side. We are trying to train Luna to kill mosquitoes but apparently that is not a skill she is interested in honing. She would prefer to work on catching water in her mouth as it drips from the shower head.
My blogging has been spotty because Taylor and I went on vacation with my family two weeks ago and I have not gotten back into the regular routine mindset. When you spend a week laying in the sun drinking sweet tea with peach schnapps, it’s hard to get back to the usual. Oh Bald Head Island.
It’s about 6 square miles and you have to take a ferry to get there. And no cars are allowed so you get to drive around in golf carts, which makes the whole island pretty quiet. My only lasting reminder of the lovely vacation is the back of my left hand peeling from the sunburn. It kind of looks like I have leprosy.
While at least 10 people “liked” it, I became pretty frustrated. No one comes off as a good or intelligent person in this graphic: the man is an idiot who can’t say anything right and the woman has a short-temper that can only be soothed by wine. Is that really what we want to label our significant others as? Is that really what we want to label ourselves as?
I understand there is a whole line of joking around that centers on male/female stereotypes. They are played out everyday on the majority of television commercials I see. And it’s tiring. I’m tired of Taylor being put into a box that labels him as incompetent and not helpful. Taylor can read my moods better than anyone else and does half the work around the house. I’m tired of me being put into a box that labels me as bitchy and controlling. Maybe I can be those things on my worst days but do I really want to make jokes about it? Not really.
You may have noticed my recent absence which can be attributed to my body deciding to collapse upon itself like a dying star (joke credit: Jan Levenson). Last Wednesday night I started to not feel well. 12 hours later Taylor and I were leaving the ER with an anti-nausea medication prescription in hand and an IV mark in my arm where I received fluids for 2 hours. Whether it was food poisoning or a stomach virus, I was exhausted for several days and writing a blog post, particularly a “Foodie Friday” post was out of the question. But I am all better now and you can add Jason’s Deli and spring rolls to the list of foods I will no longer eat.
On Saturday night while we were in San Francisco, we went to a restaurant called Frances. Frances is small (about 15 tables) and very difficult to get a reservation. So Matty, being the resourceful person that he is, called his credit card concierge who proceeded to call the restaurant over and over for almost a week until they gave us a reservation. Annoying perseverance can get you places.
After eating there I can see why it is such a popular place. I like a restaurant that has a small menu because it shows that they know what they do best and they focus on that. So when I opened up the menu and saw only four entrees I knew it was going to be good. I saved myself for the entree but Taylor, Matt, and Peter shared some bacon beignets and chicken wings – two items that the restaurant managed to make classy. Taylor had a steak with polenta and mushrooms while I had crepelles – basically a crepe/eggroll combo – stuffed with cheese and spring vegetables. The cheese has this tartness to it that melded well with the spring vegetables – which included dandelion greens. It was a great meal that I probably can not recreate so we’ll just have to go back again next time we visit. Matt should probably let the concierge know.