Hubby is gone for the rest of the week, so somehow I feel a little more adventurous in making disgusting looking food for myself.
Today it is dumplings (for protein), over random pasta, plus zucchini (leftover and cooked in the remaining potsticker juice cause I’m lazy like that and why not), and this olive oil garlic sauce except without the anchovies ha ha which are probably a main ingredient, but whatevs! Topped it off with panko, because I read the recipe wrong. Whoops! 🙂 So we have an Italian-Asian fusion going on here. Cause that’s what I meant to do…. 😉 Bon appetit.
Verdict? It doesn’t taste bad! I overcooked the zucchini though. I wouldn’t mind eating this again if I had random ingredients to get rid of.
I’m not into detoxes. I’m really not. I lumped them into all the other fads that I heard about growing up. Atkins, lemon-juice cleanses, the like. But then the other day I got an email from the Instant Pot group (what?) about the 21-day Sugar Detox! And it actually intrigued me. Like, I actually considered doing it. But first I had to do some research. Most of what I’ve read so far seems reasonable, not too far-fetched or crazy. The only thing that is weird is the no fruit thing. I’m also considering how I want to do this, and maybe even just borrowing the book somehow and planning out my own recipe schedule. I need a buddy though. CC said she might do it with me, after the graduation hoopla is over, because you know, wedding coming up. So I might have a buddy! I would have asked my hubby, but I feel bad because he’s got a big sweet tooth! But he might be down. Mainly, I’m just super bloated lately, so I want to see if this kind of diet would help. It doesn’t seem too extreme, which floats my boat, and seems logical enough. Meanwhile, I’ve got sweet potatoes baking in the oven..
Wait, what? Yes, there is actually a VIDEO about this.
… Now I’m generally not one to be wow’d by how-to food videos, but this one, I was like, wait, really? Is it a cultural thing? Do most people really not know how to peel oranges? Hm.
Mom peeled oranges for me and my brother all the time growing up. The prize for finishing dinner was fruit for dessert. Mom always peeled the fruit for us and placed it in our bowls, like the spoiled children we were. It was a simple process, one I could copy easily. She would make a few long cuts lengthwise around the orange and two crosswise cuts near the top and the bottom, just deep enough to get to the skin but not too deep that juice would start spilling out. She’d peel the thick skin off the top and bottom, and then peel the slivers of skin from the sides. You’d end up with a nice round ball covered with remaining white, soft ridges of what my parents liked to called “fiber” or pith. Sometimes they peeled it off, and sometimes, they left some of it on for our health. Ugh, my favorite. Then, the orange would get split in two and we would be able to peel off the slices of orange without any mess.
I wonder if it’s an Asian thing to prepare oranges like this? In fact, I didn’t know how to cut an orange into pretty slices because we never did it that way. I always felt that cut slices of oranges tasted slightly better though, and my theory is that’s probably because with the slice, the pith isn’t the first part that hits your tongue.
Speaking of Asian, the husband and I went to visit Colorado this weekend. We noticed the food there is decidedly Boulder (bolder, ha ha .. !), and saltier. So the rumors are true. I wouldn’t mind living in the middle of America though. The skies were actually a lovely blue, and you could still see the stars at night. No smog or city lights to drown out their shine.
When I was not yet going out with now Hubby, we did not talk much. However, there were some incidents here and there leading up to our courtship that we do remember fondly. Now that we are married, I ask him to tell me those stories over and over again.
One of them involves an emoji. We were going over to a family’s house for lunch, and I happened to be grabbing potato salad for the event. I was running late. A certain boy was busy barbecuing in the backyard and texted me to say something like “Take your time. We’ll save food for you =)”. I remember getting that text while I was on the way to the store with someone I can’t remember who, and smiling to myself. “How nice!” I thought. But I also had another thought cross my mind, “He used a smiley face. That’s interesting… he’s never done that before. I wonder if he likes me? But he could be just a nice person. Hm. Whatever!” When I got to the house, I went to say hi to the boys barbecuing. Hubby remembers that hello very clearly. I guess it was the first time I actually came to say hi to him? So there you have it. The moral of the story is, be careful about sending emojis, guys. Unless of course if that’s what you’re going for, then send away!
Summer is almost here, and the teachers and students are all counting the days. I myself have some projects I want to work on, including finishing Marie Kondo’s book about tidying up and cleaning out the mess that is my closet. I’ve been looking into different options for my old clothes, from donating to selling both locally and online. Sometimes I get lost in the research and information out there. It is the same for cooking. There are just so many recipes to try, and not enough time in life to get through all of them! I don’t know if it’s because I’m 27 now, but time seems awfully short. The amount of things I could possibly learn is endless, never mind the things I could do. I also have a little bit of an itch to bake. My KitchenAid mixer is sitting somewhere in our kitchen all by itself. It might just be time to bring it out, now that we’ve finally adjusted the height! But really, where are my priorities? Often I feel I am spread thin in my head. So I curl up into a ball and watch the latest YouTube videos or check on my Neko Atsume cats. Let me just close my eyes, and sleep.
Yesterday was our one year anniversary. I was going to write a post about it, but I guess I got busy with other things. We took a weekend away which was nice, but by the time we got back, there were a lot of things to do! Laundry, work, and finding a nice “romantic anniversary dinner” recipe that would be easy enough to pull off. Apparently there are lists of these things on the Internet, you know? So I tried to make steak for the first time by myself. Well it wasn’t exactly stellar. I cooked it longer than I intended to and put too much salt. But it was okay. I think Hubby was touched, which is what counts. Today I’m trying another one on that Internet list. It’s a baked chicken with tomatoes and garlic and kale, and it was pretty easy, so far. We’ll see how it turns out!
I’m kind of pooped now, after two part-time jobs during the day and feeling the kale bits on the kitchen floor with my feet while prepping. Yes, something about that tires me out. My head is aching, but the chicken is in the oven. Phew.
So seriously, what am I supposed to write? Oh boy, what is a girl to do! Marriage is a strange and funny thing, and there are some things that just have to be kept between the two peas. That’s the hard thing about it. On the one hand, it’s my marriage right, so I should be able to talk about it? But on the other hand, we’re two and yet one. It’s all intertwined and yet not. That’s the funny thing about marriage.
I seriously have arm cramps from whatever I did today (blowing bubbles for kids? throwing a bouncy ball? I have no idea..) so I will continue this line of thought later.
I’ll leave you with a quote I found that resonates with me.
A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short. – Andre Marois
My hubby and I have both been sick for what seems like an eternity. Just kidding, it hasn’t been that long, maybe a few weeks. Anyway, it has been longer than either of us anticipated. First him, then me. Interestingly, we have different illnesses. Today, Hubby asked for soup. Lucky for him, I was thinking exactly the same thing! So today, instead of making Home Chef dinner number 2, I’m making Asian chicken soup, yet again. I don’t have green onions, so the simple chicken drumsticks, ginger, water, and rice wine will have to do.
I’m starting to really like chicken drumsticks. You know why? Because I don’t have to touch them at all. No butterflying, no hacking, no stuffing, nothing. They either get thrown into the pot for soup, or picked up once to put into a pan to brown. And that, my friends, for a germaphobe like me, is wonderful. They have skin, bone, AND meat. I took them for granted because Mother suggested them to me, and you know if Mom suggests it, how great can it really be? Sorry Mom. Turns out Mother is a genius. I already knew that, but this just reaffirms it once again.
Last week I baked tilapia with salt and pepper. Needless to say, I was so disappointed. It came out dry and meh. I was short of ingredients so that’s what I did, and I didn’t feel like doing an egg and panko mixture because the dipping gets messy. A quick google search usually gives me results that are more along the lines of parsley and lemon in taste. While I like lemons a lot a lot, I am too cheap to buy them because Hubby’s parents have a lemon tree. However it’s been awhile since we’ve visited, so we’re all out. I guess it’s an excuse to go back to visit my in-laws. Just kidding if they ever see this! We are not just visiting you for your lemons!
When I was young I remember my mom would make tilapia, and it would be so delicious! I vaguely remember her or Grandma saying “tang cu yu”, so I tried to google it and found something that may or may not fit the bill. But it doesn’t look quite like what I was thinking of. So I kept looking for some sort of Chinese fish dish that involves sugar and wine. This one here looks really legit though, but too much work, haha. And then there’s this, hmmmmm. But what makes that Chinese fish different from this Hangzhou fish? Or this Hongshao Yu? I think a talk with Grandma is due.