Enchiladas and Brooklyn

This weekend I explored Brooklyn. I went to DUMBO for an arts festival, Park Slope for the Botanical Garden, and Brooklyn Heights where I fell in love. Brooklyn Heights was the most perfect place. I suppose if I cannot have the south end in Boston, I guess Brooklyn Heights would do. I also ate wheat all weekend, and it was wonderful. But I ended the weekend terribly sick. And then on top of stomach issues I got a terrible cold. Like Monday morning, I could've doubled for Al Green. Last night I made ginger raisin pork tenderloin, and tonight I made enchiladas. So annoying, enchilada sauce has tons of wheat in it, so I had to substitute salsa. Anyways, life is good. The weather is changing, and I might even be starting to like New York. Or I am liking my routine.

Boston and Sloppy Joes

This past weekend, I went to Boston. I went down for Rosh Hashanah, with my friends the Tobins. The weather was perfect, the people were perfect, and the food was perfect. I truly had the best weekend I have had in a very in long time. I was suddenly my old self again. I could enjoy the weather and forget about my stresses, and just look around and be happy to be me. I missed my old self. While I was in Boston, I did the unthinkable and I ate everything. Forget gluten, I wanted to eat food the way it was meant to be eaten. Then on Sunday I went to my favorite restaurant in Boston, Craigie on Main, and they treated me like a princess. The food was just perfect.

Last night I made sloppy joes, which is such a nice comfort food. The recipe is:

Sloppy Joes
1 lb of ground beef
1 chopped onion
¾ c. of ketchup
1 tbl. apple cider vinegar
1 tbl. Brown sugar
salt and pepper to taste

Just mix it all up and let it simmer, and then serve with chips and cheese.

I made this while catching up on all of my favorite shows.

September 14

I have become a crying commuter, the kind that just awkwardly balls while other people try not to look her way. Sometimes as I sit crying I wonder, if I lived in a small town if someone would come over and put their arm around me. Sadly in New York, the only caring individuals I get is the guy who is faking being a “social worker” to try and pick up women, needless to say, I was one of those very pathetic women. Sadly for the sake of the food for this month, due to a break-up I have been unable to eat. And by unable to eat, I mean I do not feel like writing about the food I cooked. But I did go to a yummy cheap Asian brunch place called Amber, and I went to little French place called ….?! (I will add the restaurant to my next blog). However I can talk at length about salty tears, and their 80% salt content, though truth be told I am making up the percentages. But all the same, I am on the road to happiness by way of happy food, happy people, and beautiful weather. No more talk about the great demise of relationships,

Well, street food in New York is a delicious substitute to overpriced lunch food. I have never been a sucker for peer pressure. However, I find that when it comes to a group of people ordering lunch at the office, if it doesn’t explicitly say bread/pasta I will go for it. However, sadly my stomach does not follow that rule it does not care what is in the title. I will need to become more strict, however, it is difficult to go from the world’s most adventurous eater, to the most timid. Pack lunches are quite dreamy, if done correctly. Possibly I will do a blog for a post on amazing lunches. Maybe Mr. No One will love it, and make it for himself at home.

Flapjacks and family style eating

I have been adventuring through the food world of DC, New York, and New Jersey. I have had some amazing and terrible waiters. All I am going to say is Mitsuwa (NJ Japanese market) is terrible about being informed on food information. I kindly asked the cashier the ingredients in gyoza, her bothered response, was that there was pork and carrots in the dumpling. Oh gee thanks, what a failure. Clearly there is more to gyoza, then pork and carrots. However, to be honest, it was nice to play dumb and eat. I have been playing dumb a lot this week about food. Ignorance is bliss….. or at least till you get stomach pain.

This weekend, I tried to make German apple pancakes, horrendous. I got the recipe from Gourmet. All I can say is, Germany, you can keep your stupid pancakes. Last night, I went out with friends and family, and it was served family style. Mildly depressing, since I was clearly not apart of the family food sharing. So I was able to share one item with everyone, but otherwise I ended up with my “special” plate. Oh woe, is me.

DC was fun, I have found that one of my many great strengths in life is absurd anxiety. For example I drove off the NJ turnpike, because I was sure I was no longer in NJ, and that I was possibly in Wisconsin. Needless to say, I was in NJ….

So I am going through a relationship nightmare, and because of it, I am not as hungry and I am trying to find food that will somehow help the situation. However, due to my anxiety from the aforementioned relationship, nothing settles well in my stomach and I feel sick from everything. The whole relationship conundrum is very stupid in my opinion as well.

My commute has evolved from taking the Lincoln Tunnel, to the ferry, and finally I am going to start taking the George Washington bridge. Yes, I know, the excitement is just tangible. The benefit of the GW bridge is a $6 a day expense, from a $12. Yay! I am becoming a smarter commuter.

It’s a bit funny writing this blog, since the only people that supposedly read are people that I have forced to follow me, and now I am possibly just writing to no one…. Oh well, maybe Mr. No One loves my blog.