I'm lucky this year. I've been treating this garden worse than if it was a red headed stepchild. Said stepchild must be stubborn as all get out becuase even with the miserable treatment it is turning out vegetables left and right. Tasty gorgeous vegetables. Maybe even too many vegetables considering I got this from Chris last night.
"Do you know I'm eating on average a cucumber a day?"
I hadn't noticed, probably due to the fact that he's been getting the same treatment as the garden as of late.
Last night was the first night in I have no fucking idea how long that I was actually home, not exhausted and had the urge to get in the garden and make something for dinner. Why haven't I been doing this all summer? The answer to that probably lies somewhere between too much work and way too much wine. Way too much wine. And then some more wine.
So last night I grabed 5 or 6 of the heirloom tomatoes, a couple of the eggplants, a few zucchini and an assortment of herbs and just had at it with them. I didn't follow a recipe, I just winged it, which I am enjoying more and more. Here's what happened.
Pot
Olive Oil
2 Onions - diced, sauteed until translucent
2 Eggplants - chopped - added to the onions when they were translucent
2 Zucchini - copped - added to the eggplant soon after
Vegetable broth - I added about a cup at this point cuz things were starting to stick to the bottom of the pan
5-6 Heirloom Tomatoes - chopped - added to the pot
Basil, Rosemary, Tarragon, Oregano, Thyme, Parsely - all chopped and added to the pot
I let it get all bubbly and aromatic then added a little grated Parm cheese and then served it over tiny little pasta balls.
It was good. Very good. I know this because at the first bite Chris pushed his bowl over to my side of the table and said. "This is good, try it."
And then, at the conclusion of his third bowl he said "Fuck, that shits good."
Rating = Damn Good
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Fishing+ZucchiniPorn+Pasta
So, you take this.
And you get this.
I didn't have time for a recipe, so I just to the garden grabbed a bunch of things, pulled the fish from the fridge, and boiled some pasta. This is pretty much how it went.
1/4 red onion
crushed garlic
those got all ovey dovey in a little bit of olive oil and buttah.
then I tossed in
1 zucchini cut on a bias
2 heirloom tomatoes cut into big chunks
2 bass filets cut into big chunks
1 sprig of fresh tarragon chopped
a few splashes of rice vinegar
a few hearty splashes of white wine
When that got a smelly and beautiful and created it's own juice I topped it off with fresh chopped parsely and another sprig of fresh tarragon chopped, and some grated Parmesan cheese.
I mixed it with whole wheat pasta.
In the middle of eating Chris stated. "this sauce is awesome". And it was, so much so that I think he did in fact go back for thirds, the first two helpings were eaten in a civilized manner, out of a bowl, the third helping he just moseyed on over to the stove and ate straight out of the saute pan. Caveman.
Damn Good!
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Sooo... Whatcha Doin
I thought it only fair to write a little "what the fuck I've been up to" post. Since I went all AWOL on everyone for nearly a year and a half.
So here goes.
Went here twice. The only thing that sucks about Aruba in February is putting your pastey (sp?) white ass into a bikini, even worse when you're Irish because soon your pastey white ass will be pastey in some areas and red and burned to shit in others. I do suggest that you try the Aruba Ariba drink - but perhaps not four of them in an hour on your first day - that wasn't bright.
We also went to London. I've been dying to go to the Tower of London ever since I read The Other Boleyn Girl (and then every other Phillipa Gregory book ever written). This was our first major trip in which we drank more beer than wine. Here is us at the Tower with the Tower Bridge in the background.
Oh, and can't forget this lovely fellow. Everyone loves a little crack with their beer.
In sad news, we lost our first boy. He was such an amazing cat, pet, friend. The house is just not the same without him. We love you Vladimir.
So much more has happened, but these were the hightlights. Recipes soon. I promise.
Jules
So here goes.
Went here twice. The only thing that sucks about Aruba in February is putting your pastey (sp?) white ass into a bikini, even worse when you're Irish because soon your pastey white ass will be pastey in some areas and red and burned to shit in others. I do suggest that you try the Aruba Ariba drink - but perhaps not four of them in an hour on your first day - that wasn't bright.
Also went to Monterey by the Sea, Carmel and Paso Robles Wine Tasting. This is us getting our buzz on, I mean having lunch at Justin Winery which is awesome. A bit of advice though if you are going to make the trip from Carmel to Paso, you will experience about a 50 degree chance in temperature. It was about 50 when we left Carmel and about 100 when we got to Paso.
We also went to London. I've been dying to go to the Tower of London ever since I read The Other Boleyn Girl (and then every other Phillipa Gregory book ever written). This was our first major trip in which we drank more beer than wine. Here is us at the Tower with the Tower Bridge in the background.
Oh, and can't forget this lovely fellow. Everyone loves a little crack with their beer.
In sad news, we lost our first boy. He was such an amazing cat, pet, friend. The house is just not the same without him. We love you Vladimir.
In good news we rescued this amazing guy from Indiana. He has been such a great addition to our family, he's no Vladimir, but Royce has a personality all his own and we just asolutely friggin love him.
And in even bigger news. I became an aunt again, and helped bring this little one into the world. If by helping you mean, acted as a comedian the entire time my sister was in labor, and then nearly shit my pants while she had an emergency ceasarian, then yes, I was a tremendous help in this effort. Where is my aunt of the year award?
Jules
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
I can't quit you - the return of Urban Drivel
The other day my neighbor said to me, "I really miss reading your blog, you're really quite funny".
He said this to me as I was heading out for a run, and all through the next hour of running I couldn't help think about how much I missed blogging, or better put, this blog.
I tried to start a new one, but I guess my heart wasn't in it. My heart is in this one. So here we go again. I hope all the readers who once followed me will continue to do so. I hope I can keep up the recipes and the funny stories. I hope I continue to write, I hope you continue to read.
Here we go.
Jules
He said this to me as I was heading out for a run, and all through the next hour of running I couldn't help think about how much I missed blogging, or better put, this blog.
I tried to start a new one, but I guess my heart wasn't in it. My heart is in this one. So here we go again. I hope all the readers who once followed me will continue to do so. I hope I can keep up the recipes and the funny stories. I hope I continue to write, I hope you continue to read.
Here we go.
Jules
Monday, January 09, 2012
Moving Forward
On this blog I have created 425 posts and have 115870 page views. That's awesome. This blog has seen me move from novice cook, to dappling in the vegan world, to embracing vegetarian, to weight watchers and onto wine. It also sadly, languished as I faced and fought off the hardest thing I have ever had to go through, anxiety, depression, therapy and medicine.
I don't know why this happened to me, I am sure there are lessons yet to be learned. What I do know is that I have come through it. I didn't do it alone. I had lots of help from friends, family, therapists, and yes, medication.
My unsung hero Chris, never faltered through the entire process, never made me feel crazy, never made me feel self conscious about "needing help" even when that "help" came every night in the form of a pill. I fought what was happening to me so hard, I was not the kind of person who needed help, who needed to talk things out, and definitely not the kind of person who sought refuge with medicine. Fighting didn't help, it just prolonged the inevitable, and brought my body and mind to the breaking point in the meantime.
I sit here today, writing this blog, a different person than I was last year. I have officially finished therapy, and have weened myself off of all medicine except for one medicine that is still helping me treat the polyps in my throat that were caused by stress - I will come off of that medicine some day.
I am now a person with a greater appreciation for allowing yourself to indulge in the small things that make life amazing everyday. I have decided to leave this blog. It served me well, but it represents the past. I have created a new blog aptly named Champagne and Croissants - those who have read my posts from therapy will understand the name.
I've so missed everything about blogging. I cannot wait to start this new one. I hope you will follow me there, it wouldn't be the same without you.
I don't know why this happened to me, I am sure there are lessons yet to be learned. What I do know is that I have come through it. I didn't do it alone. I had lots of help from friends, family, therapists, and yes, medication.
My unsung hero Chris, never faltered through the entire process, never made me feel crazy, never made me feel self conscious about "needing help" even when that "help" came every night in the form of a pill. I fought what was happening to me so hard, I was not the kind of person who needed help, who needed to talk things out, and definitely not the kind of person who sought refuge with medicine. Fighting didn't help, it just prolonged the inevitable, and brought my body and mind to the breaking point in the meantime.
I sit here today, writing this blog, a different person than I was last year. I have officially finished therapy, and have weened myself off of all medicine except for one medicine that is still helping me treat the polyps in my throat that were caused by stress - I will come off of that medicine some day.
I am now a person with a greater appreciation for allowing yourself to indulge in the small things that make life amazing everyday. I have decided to leave this blog. It served me well, but it represents the past. I have created a new blog aptly named Champagne and Croissants - those who have read my posts from therapy will understand the name.
I've so missed everything about blogging. I cannot wait to start this new one. I hope you will follow me there, it wouldn't be the same without you.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Where have I been
It hasn't been for lack of cooking that has made me ignore this blog totally, (bad blogger, bad), the truth is that for the past couple months I have been interviewing for a new job. My position at my old company was being terminated and my contract was not going to be extended so I needed to find a job before Thanksgiving (happy holidays asshole, here's your walking papers); so I've been neck high in interviews and all the crapola that goes along with it. The sad part is, I made some pretty fanfuckingtastic recipes along the way too, but I just didn't have time to blog about it. I drank a shit ton of wine as well and didn't blog about that either. Goo news, I found an amazing new job, but as luck would have it, I started my new job today and hop on a plane tomorow to DC for three days, so I guess there is no rest for the weary here, and the blog will have to wait a few days to be resurrected.
Thanks to everyone who emailed and called to see if I was still alive....that includes you too Nanascilla, Uno told me you were asking about me.
I'll be back!
Thanks to everyone who emailed and called to see if I was still alive....that includes you too Nanascilla, Uno told me you were asking about me.
I'll be back!
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