I know I should be posting all about pumpkin and chai and fall colors and crisp air etc., but can we have just one last tomato hurrah? We received what might be our final cherry tomato pint in our CSA last week, and I am in complete denial that it’s already October. Where did my summer go? What did I even do with all those warm nights and sunshine?
Those who know me well, or who have been paying attention to this blog for a while, know that I can’t get on board with mayonnaise. I will sub sour cream and Greek yogurt and soaked cashews everywhere I can, because that mysterious white stuff with the raw eggs is not welcome in my belly.
I’ve had these strong feelings for several years, and my no-mayo stance has definitely gotten in the way of enjoying some otherwise attractive menu options at my favorite restaurants. Fancy shmancy places throw around the word “aioli” with pride – pesto aioli, sundried tomato aioli, jalapeno aioli. It sounds so good, but I know it’s just a horn-tooting way of saying “we threw some fun stuff in some mayo.”
I really don’t post enough pizza or calzones to accurately represent how often Ryan and I eat them. It’s OFTEN. Probably at least once per week. Pizza is more common, especially in the summer when we can use the grill, but Ryan definitely prefers calzones. Food stuffed in food is his favorite thing, you know.
He also loves broccoli – he’ll eat it raw, and keep the florets big, and doesn’t mind if there’s a little stem attached to those florets. I, however, prefer my broccoli roasted until golden brown and a tad crispy on the outside. And the stems? Those can’t be anywhere in sight. It’s really the only way broccoli is palatable to me, which seems a little wrong, being the veggie-obsessed person that I am. The nutty, crisp, olive-oil coated broccoli is the only broccoli that has made its way into my heart.
As I’m getting older and busier, I’m realizing that simple really is best. Not every soup needs 15 different spices, a straight-forward margarita pizza is sometimes just right, and ain’t nobody got time for the fancy weeknight meals.
Perhaps that realization is why I’ve loved quesadillas so much lately; Simple meals leave more time for life living…or watching reality TV on the couch in pajamas. Whichever floats your boat that day, really.
On that note, I’ve started watching Bachelor in Paradise and it is gloriously awful. So many tears, so much scheming, and general drama overload. Just what I need to escape the stress of the day and feel a little bit trashier about myself.
1 month agoby veggiebeastblogI feel like my old soul has kind of always been 30 years old, but today that's officially my age, and I'm spending the first day of this new decade with great food and people. As you may have noticed from the silence lately, I've decided to take a little break from the blog. While the break has been great, the one thing that makes me sad is that for the first time in 4 years I'm not sharing a new dessert recipe on my birthday. So, here is another one of my favorites - chai spice cake with vanilla…
I'm Katie: lover of good cheese, cheap wine, and better-for-you baked goods. I live in Minnesota with my carnivorous other half Ryan ("The Beast"), and our funny little mutt puppy Teia. Author of The High-Protein Vegetarian Cookbook, January 2015.