Try 26 New Foods:
1. Bison
2. Ethiopian Food
3. Oysters Rockefeller
4. Shark
5. Escargot
6. Frog legs
7. Chicken and Waffles
Today was a day of finally checking a few things off of my proverbial (in addition to literal) list, and taking a few more steps on our journey to become foodies. First, we finally went to Founding Farmers, an award-winning DC restaurant known for being owned by farmers and sustainably sourced. And secondly, I finally tried one of the foods I was most looking forward to trying for my 25 list: chicken and waffles.
We loved the restaurant, and we loved the chicken and waffles.
If you are a DC local (or someone likely to visit me) I would highly recommend giving Founding Farmers a try- and not just for their green message. We went for brunch and everything was excellent. The menu had some old favorites and some unique variations. The setting was a combination of modern and rustic- the fact that the building was LEED certified was just a bonus.
Ronnie recently read this article in The Atlantic about making the perfect cup of coffee and now his new thing is trying the perfect cup himself. So at Founding Farmers we had to try the French press coffee.
It was full-bodied without any bitterness and with a strong, almost floral taste. Ronnie, foodie-in-training, drank it black. I chose to add some responsibly-sourced cream.
Next, the meal. Ronnie had the pastrami hash which led him to the life-changing revelation that he in fact does like eggs. (He had been slowly working up to this moment through bites of cheesy omelettes, but eating a whole poached egg was a big achievement for him). And I, closeted fried-chicken lover, finally got to try chicken and waffles.
It was exactly what I always dreamed it would be- the perfect combination of salty and sweet, fluffy waffles combined with crispy chicken, warmth topped with cool syrup. If you've never had it, it may sound crazy. But if you like chicken and you like waffles, I would give it a try.
My only minor complaint would be that it was actually chicken tenders and waffles, not true bone-in fried chicken. Of course chicken on the bone, with skin is always going to beat out a chicken tender in crispiness and juiciness. But the benefit of the chicken tender is that it is much easier to eat with the waffles. So if you're going for authenticity, the real chicken wins. But if you're on a first date, the tenders would be a major plus.
All in all it was a meal to remember. And isn't that what being amateur foodies is all about?
We can't wait to go back and try Founding Farmers' dinner menu. Anyone game?
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Summer Adventures Part 2: The Cruise
Visit a Country I've Never Been To
Check! Of course I added this to the list having already made plans to travel to another country. Ronnie and I took a cruise with his family on Carnival Liberty. In fact, according to this list of the world's countries (of which there are 195), I actually visited FOUR new countries: Bahamas, Puerto Rico, U.S. Virgin Islands, and Turks and Caicos. All in one action-packed week.
Here is a brief summary of each. Keep in mind I spent less than a day there.
Bahamas:
If you picture "the Caribbean" you are probably actually picturing the Bahamas without even knowing it. We visited Half Moon Cay and it was literally the most picturesque place I have ever been. White sand, palm trees, crystal clear water.
We probably would have enjoyed it more if it wasn't so ungodly hot. The only time we left the water was to order another piña colada.
U.S. Virgin Islands:
We only visited St. Thomas, but it was BY FAR our favorite island of the four. Something about the combination of tree-covered mountains, steep cliffs, and the classic blue water was mesmerizing.
We went snorkeling that day, off of a catamaran, to an underwater shipwreck, with unlimited free rum punch afterwards. So yeah, best day ever. Even though I couldn't figure out how to secure my snorkeling vest and wound up doing exactly what they told me NOT to do- letting it ride up over my shoulders so that I looked, in official snorkeling lingo, "like Spongebob Squarepants."
Also all the crew on our boat were American expats who clearly loved their lives. They filled us in on the pros and cons of living in paradise; for example rum costs $2 a bottle, but milk costs $9.
Puerto Rico:
I was actually most excited to visit Puerto Rico, and I did enjoy it in a different kind of way. We visited the Bacardi Distillery while we were there, and that was a lot of fun. Not only because they gave us two free drinks, and Ronnie was feeling dehydrated so I had to drink his free drinks, too. Also we found out that a rum and Bacardi is officially called a "Cuba Libre" which is fun to say (Koo-ba Li-bray).
The compound was really beautiful, as was the city of San Juan itself. It was a city and not a beach, but it was a good way to break up the other days.
We made the mistake (okay who am I kidding it was the best decision ever) of stopping at Señor Frog's on the way back to the ship, where perhaps a language barrier caused us to accidentally order our drinks in a size known as a "yard."
Meanwhile we only had 20 minutes to get back to the ship. So that was a challenge. But it did make our day in Puerto Rico all the more memorable.
Turks and Caicos:
If only I had known what the beach at Grand Turk was going to be like; I never would have left the Bahamas. The sand was pebbly and the water was rocky, it was crowded, and we got caught in a monsoon.
I mean, paradise is paradise. Maybe I was just "beached out" but this point.
A cruise is also all about the food, and I did get a chance to try 3 new things while I was there. Unfortunately I was having too much of a good time to take any pictures of the food, so you'll have to use your imagination.
Shark:
While I had my concerns about the sustainability of this product, I was assured that the only inhumane thing to each was shark fin soup. Nevertheless, I only had a bite of Ronnie's shark, in the form of a shark fritter. It tasted like any other seafood fritter- fried, and fishy.
Escargot:
This came in a garlic butter sauce with dipping bread. My first impression was that it looked like mushrooms. My second impression was that it tasted like mushrooms, but maybe that was biased from my first impression. It wasn't as slimy or as chewy as I always imagined, so that was a pleasant surprise.
Frog's Legs:
This was probably the most adventurous item because it came in leg form; there was no disguising what you were eating. Everyone says they taste like chicken, but Julie and I thought- stay with me here- they were exactly between the taste and texture of chicken and fish. So, good all in all.
The cruise was definitely a unique experience that everyone would probably enjoy trying at least once. However, it is more of an adventure vacation than a relaxing vacation. Good for the stories, and the pictures. And the tan. But one of those vacations that you need a vacation afterwards to recover from.
Really I'm just relieved that we didn't wind up stranded in the middle of the ocean.
Check! Of course I added this to the list having already made plans to travel to another country. Ronnie and I took a cruise with his family on Carnival Liberty. In fact, according to this list of the world's countries (of which there are 195), I actually visited FOUR new countries: Bahamas, Puerto Rico, U.S. Virgin Islands, and Turks and Caicos. All in one action-packed week.
Here is a brief summary of each. Keep in mind I spent less than a day there.
Bahamas:
If you picture "the Caribbean" you are probably actually picturing the Bahamas without even knowing it. We visited Half Moon Cay and it was literally the most picturesque place I have ever been. White sand, palm trees, crystal clear water.
We probably would have enjoyed it more if it wasn't so ungodly hot. The only time we left the water was to order another piña colada.
U.S. Virgin Islands:
We only visited St. Thomas, but it was BY FAR our favorite island of the four. Something about the combination of tree-covered mountains, steep cliffs, and the classic blue water was mesmerizing.
We went snorkeling that day, off of a catamaran, to an underwater shipwreck, with unlimited free rum punch afterwards. So yeah, best day ever. Even though I couldn't figure out how to secure my snorkeling vest and wound up doing exactly what they told me NOT to do- letting it ride up over my shoulders so that I looked, in official snorkeling lingo, "like Spongebob Squarepants."
Also all the crew on our boat were American expats who clearly loved their lives. They filled us in on the pros and cons of living in paradise; for example rum costs $2 a bottle, but milk costs $9.
Puerto Rico:
I was actually most excited to visit Puerto Rico, and I did enjoy it in a different kind of way. We visited the Bacardi Distillery while we were there, and that was a lot of fun. Not only because they gave us two free drinks, and Ronnie was feeling dehydrated so I had to drink his free drinks, too. Also we found out that a rum and Bacardi is officially called a "Cuba Libre" which is fun to say (Koo-ba Li-bray).
The compound was really beautiful, as was the city of San Juan itself. It was a city and not a beach, but it was a good way to break up the other days.
We made the mistake (okay who am I kidding it was the best decision ever) of stopping at Señor Frog's on the way back to the ship, where perhaps a language barrier caused us to accidentally order our drinks in a size known as a "yard."
Meanwhile we only had 20 minutes to get back to the ship. So that was a challenge. But it did make our day in Puerto Rico all the more memorable.
Turks and Caicos:
If only I had known what the beach at Grand Turk was going to be like; I never would have left the Bahamas. The sand was pebbly and the water was rocky, it was crowded, and we got caught in a monsoon.
A cruise is also all about the food, and I did get a chance to try 3 new things while I was there. Unfortunately I was having too much of a good time to take any pictures of the food, so you'll have to use your imagination.
Shark:
While I had my concerns about the sustainability of this product, I was assured that the only inhumane thing to each was shark fin soup. Nevertheless, I only had a bite of Ronnie's shark, in the form of a shark fritter. It tasted like any other seafood fritter- fried, and fishy.
Escargot:
This came in a garlic butter sauce with dipping bread. My first impression was that it looked like mushrooms. My second impression was that it tasted like mushrooms, but maybe that was biased from my first impression. It wasn't as slimy or as chewy as I always imagined, so that was a pleasant surprise.
Frog's Legs:
This was probably the most adventurous item because it came in leg form; there was no disguising what you were eating. Everyone says they taste like chicken, but Julie and I thought- stay with me here- they were exactly between the taste and texture of chicken and fish. So, good all in all.
The cruise was definitely a unique experience that everyone would probably enjoy trying at least once. However, it is more of an adventure vacation than a relaxing vacation. Good for the stories, and the pictures. And the tan. But one of those vacations that you need a vacation afterwards to recover from.
Really I'm just relieved that we didn't wind up stranded in the middle of the ocean.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Summer Adventures: Bison, Injera, and Bombs Bursting In Air
Where has the summer gone? I feel like it was just my birthday and now I have been 26 for over three months! Even though I haven't been blogging, I have been working on my new list, and have already checked off a few items.
First, while working on list item #6 and asking my dear future sister-in-law to be one of my bridesmaids (she said yes), we visited a delicious and different new restaurant called Ted's Montana Grill.
Ted's focuses on sustainability, the food of the old American West, and specifically bison. So of course, we had to try the bison. We actually had it two ways, as nachos:
And as a burger:
The nachos were delicious (when AREN'T nachos delicious?) but didn't taste very different from beef. Perhaps slightly richer. The burger was almost too tender and juicy. Sort of like a meatball (and sort of like another burger I tried last year- the steamed burger). Luckily Ronnie was the one who ordered the burger. My salt and pepper trout was much better.
Then, on the technical first weekend of summer (though we all know it begins on Memorial Day), our world-travelling friend Chris visited us in between his trip home from Tunisia and to Ethiopia. We had been meaning to try the Ethiopian restaurant down the street from us and since Chris said he also wanted to try it before he left, we took the plunge.
Basically Ethiopian food consists of various meat, vegetable, and bean-based stews served over injera- a thin, spongy bread with a sour taste. Sort of like a sourdough pancake (if that was a thing). The sauces and the meat and veggies themselves were excellent- exploding with flavor and depth. The bread itself you sort of have to get used to. The texture is a bit off-putting at first.
Next, on our July Fourth trip to South Carolina, I tried Oysters Rockefeller for the first time (though it was not my first time trying oysters in general). According to others at the table who had tried to before, it was not the best Oysters Rockefeller ever. I liked the richness of it, but the oyster was like a salty wet surprise at the bottom. Which was weird.
Also on this trip, as it was July 4th, I experienced fireworks in a whole new and slightly death-defying way. As I mentioned, we were in South Carolina which, as you may or may not know, has famously lax fireworks laws. They're the state that you can shoot off the BIG fireworks in. Which is awesome, right? And we were at the beach, so giant fireworks on the beach is awesome, right?
Wrong. Dead wrong.
Within five minutes of laying down our blanket and excitedly opening up our adult beverages (also wonderfully legal on this particular beach in South Carolina) we realized that we were in way over our heads. Mostly because within a mile of beach there was approximately one million drunk and rowdy...ahem..."do-it-yourselfers" setting up their BIG fireworks as they excitedly open their own adult beverages. And then all hell broke loose.
I wish I had taken a picture, because it probably actually looked really amazing. A million fireworks in the air popping and exploding within feet of our unsuspecting heads. I've never been to war but I imagine soldiers would probably have been experiencing intense flashbacks on this beach. Also at one point I remember shouting that I finally understood why fireworks represented our independence; particularly the line "the bombs bursting in air."
I lasted about two minutes before I retreated to the wooden walkway above the beach (also probably not the safest place since it was wooden) and the Vega clan followed after another ten. There was a probably six-year-old girl crying next to me and I was slightly envious of her.
But, we did survive, and went on to a continually exciting summer. Up next, the cruise, which definitely deserves its own article. Stay tuned!
First, while working on list item #6 and asking my dear future sister-in-law to be one of my bridesmaids (she said yes), we visited a delicious and different new restaurant called Ted's Montana Grill.
Ted's focuses on sustainability, the food of the old American West, and specifically bison. So of course, we had to try the bison. We actually had it two ways, as nachos:
And as a burger:
The nachos were delicious (when AREN'T nachos delicious?) but didn't taste very different from beef. Perhaps slightly richer. The burger was almost too tender and juicy. Sort of like a meatball (and sort of like another burger I tried last year- the steamed burger). Luckily Ronnie was the one who ordered the burger. My salt and pepper trout was much better.
Then, on the technical first weekend of summer (though we all know it begins on Memorial Day), our world-travelling friend Chris visited us in between his trip home from Tunisia and to Ethiopia. We had been meaning to try the Ethiopian restaurant down the street from us and since Chris said he also wanted to try it before he left, we took the plunge.
Basically Ethiopian food consists of various meat, vegetable, and bean-based stews served over injera- a thin, spongy bread with a sour taste. Sort of like a sourdough pancake (if that was a thing). The sauces and the meat and veggies themselves were excellent- exploding with flavor and depth. The bread itself you sort of have to get used to. The texture is a bit off-putting at first.
Next, on our July Fourth trip to South Carolina, I tried Oysters Rockefeller for the first time (though it was not my first time trying oysters in general). According to others at the table who had tried to before, it was not the best Oysters Rockefeller ever. I liked the richness of it, but the oyster was like a salty wet surprise at the bottom. Which was weird.
Also on this trip, as it was July 4th, I experienced fireworks in a whole new and slightly death-defying way. As I mentioned, we were in South Carolina which, as you may or may not know, has famously lax fireworks laws. They're the state that you can shoot off the BIG fireworks in. Which is awesome, right? And we were at the beach, so giant fireworks on the beach is awesome, right?
Wrong. Dead wrong.
Within five minutes of laying down our blanket and excitedly opening up our adult beverages (also wonderfully legal on this particular beach in South Carolina) we realized that we were in way over our heads. Mostly because within a mile of beach there was approximately one million drunk and rowdy...ahem..."do-it-yourselfers" setting up their BIG fireworks as they excitedly open their own adult beverages. And then all hell broke loose.
I wish I had taken a picture, because it probably actually looked really amazing. A million fireworks in the air popping and exploding within feet of our unsuspecting heads. I've never been to war but I imagine soldiers would probably have been experiencing intense flashbacks on this beach. Also at one point I remember shouting that I finally understood why fireworks represented our independence; particularly the line "the bombs bursting in air."
I lasted about two minutes before I retreated to the wooden walkway above the beach (also probably not the safest place since it was wooden) and the Vega clan followed after another ten. There was a probably six-year-old girl crying next to me and I was slightly envious of her.
But, we did survive, and went on to a continually exciting summer. Up next, the cruise, which definitely deserves its own article. Stay tuned!
List for 26
Making my list for 25 was one of the best things I ever did for myself. It challenged me, it pushed me out of my comfort zone, it helped me grow. Writing it down and sharing it with the world made me accountable for how I spent my time, which made me spend it much more wisely. I highly encourage everyone to try it for themselves.
Even if you have a "bucket list" either written down or in your head, it helps to set more realistic time expectations for yourself. What thing, no matter how big or small, do you want to accomplish this year? This month? TODAY? Carpe diem, YOLO, and all that.
That said, I did make my list a bit smaller this year, because one of the items is very large and time consuming- ie, planning a wedding. Still, I hope to make a list every year from now on, and I hope to inspire others to do the same.
I'll admit that I've already been 26 for a few months at this point. I have secretly been working on some items, but like I said, I need to hold myself accountable. So here it is.
List for 26
Even if you have a "bucket list" either written down or in your head, it helps to set more realistic time expectations for yourself. What thing, no matter how big or small, do you want to accomplish this year? This month? TODAY? Carpe diem, YOLO, and all that.
That said, I did make my list a bit smaller this year, because one of the items is very large and time consuming- ie, planning a wedding. Still, I hope to make a list every year from now on, and I hope to inspire others to do the same.
I'll admit that I've already been 26 for a few months at this point. I have secretly been working on some items, but like I said, I need to hold myself accountable. So here it is.
List for 26
1. Read 26 Books
2. Try 26 New Foods
3. Visit a Country I've Never Been To
4. Finish a Work of Fiction from Beginning to End
5. Eat Vegetarian One Day a Week
6. Plan a Wedding
7. Master 10 New Recipes
8. Volunteer 10 Hours
9. Learn a New Skill
10. Start a New Job, Again
I can't wait to once again share my journey with you all! Thanks for reading, and wish me luck!
2. Try 26 New Foods
3. Visit a Country I've Never Been To
4. Finish a Work of Fiction from Beginning to End
5. Eat Vegetarian One Day a Week
6. Plan a Wedding
7. Master 10 New Recipes
8. Volunteer 10 Hours
9. Learn a New Skill
10. Start a New Job, Again
I can't wait to once again share my journey with you all! Thanks for reading, and wish me luck!
Friday, September 13, 2013
Funfetti "Whoopsie" Pies
(#10) Master 25 New Recipes
1. Stuffed Peppers
2. Risotto
3. Polenta
4. Beef Brisket
5. French Onion Soup
6. Chocolate Chip Cookies
7. Lentil Soup
8. Macaroni & Cheese
9. Zucchini Bread
10. Chicken Piccata
11. Moussaka
12. Chocolate Cake
13. Zebra Cake
14. Chili
15. Cornbread
16. Steamed Artichokes
17. Baked S'mores
18. Barbecue Chicken
19. Meatballs
20. Waffles
21. Omelette
22. Chex Mix
23. Kale Chips
24. Tofu
25. Whoopie Pies
Finally done with the recipes. It was a whirlwind of cooking for the last few weeks of my 25th year; so exhausting in fact that it has taken me this long to talk about it.
The unfortunate thing is that we are ending the recipes on a low note.
I started with this recipe that I found on Pinterest. Funfetti + Whoopie Pie, how could you go wrong? Well, turns out you could. Some things were my own mistakes, and some things were just...not good.
And by some things, I mean the 2 1/4 cups of Crisco that were needed for the filling. Yuck. Maybe if I didn't know that was what it was made of I would have enjoyed it. But as it was I found the filling to be stiff, greasy, and unpleasant.
The recipe was not very clear about how to form the cookies, and since it was actually a cake mix they did not bake flat like normal cookies. So I wound up with giant mounds of whoopie pie that were way too large to use on their own but that became awkward to hold when I tried cutting them in half and stuffing the middle.
We wound up throwing most of them away unfortunately. Also, we still had the giant vat of Crisco when we moved and it melted in the car and got grease on two of Ronnie's tuxedo jackets. So basically, worst recipe ever.
Anybody have any advice on perfecting the whoopie pie?
1. Stuffed Peppers
2. Risotto
3. Polenta
4. Beef Brisket
5. French Onion Soup
6. Chocolate Chip Cookies
7. Lentil Soup
8. Macaroni & Cheese
9. Zucchini Bread
10. Chicken Piccata
11. Moussaka
12. Chocolate Cake
13. Zebra Cake
14. Chili
15. Cornbread
16. Steamed Artichokes
17. Baked S'mores
18. Barbecue Chicken
19. Meatballs
20. Waffles
21. Omelette
22. Chex Mix
23. Kale Chips
24. Tofu
25. Whoopie Pies
Finally done with the recipes. It was a whirlwind of cooking for the last few weeks of my 25th year; so exhausting in fact that it has taken me this long to talk about it.
The unfortunate thing is that we are ending the recipes on a low note.
I started with this recipe that I found on Pinterest. Funfetti + Whoopie Pie, how could you go wrong? Well, turns out you could. Some things were my own mistakes, and some things were just...not good.
And by some things, I mean the 2 1/4 cups of Crisco that were needed for the filling. Yuck. Maybe if I didn't know that was what it was made of I would have enjoyed it. But as it was I found the filling to be stiff, greasy, and unpleasant.
We wound up throwing most of them away unfortunately. Also, we still had the giant vat of Crisco when we moved and it melted in the car and got grease on two of Ronnie's tuxedo jackets. So basically, worst recipe ever.
Anybody have any advice on perfecting the whoopie pie?
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Tofu: The White Whale of Vegetarian Cooking
(#10) Master 25 New Recipes
1. Stuffed Peppers
2. Risotto
3. Polenta
4. Beef Brisket
5. French Onion Soup
6. Chocolate Chip Cookies
7. Lentil Soup
8. Macaroni & Cheese
9. Zucchini Bread
10. Chicken Piccata
11. Moussaka
12. Chocolate Cake
13. Zebra Cake
14. Chili
15. Cornbread
16. Steamed Artichokes
17. Baked S'mores
18. Barbecue Chicken
19. Meatballs
20. Waffles
21. Omelette
22. Chex Mix
23. Kale Chips
24. Tofu
Ah, poor misunderstood tofu. Delicious if prepared correctly, and yet so hard to prepare.
Personally I could take tofu or leave it, but Ronnie is actually one of those rare meat-eaters who will actually choose to eat tofu regularly. His favorite is adding "vegetables and tofu" to his meal at Pei Wei. So I figured it would be nice for me to figure out how to cook it.
My first attempt was this recipe that I found on - you guessed it - Pinterest. This was a unique recipe in that it did not attempt to make the tofu crispy but instead made it even softer by essentially boiling it.
I expected the texture to be somewhat unpleasant but actually it was pretty smooth and creamy. The sauce was really killer, though- I probably would have eaten that on anything.
The second time I tried cooking tofu I went the more traditional, crispy route and made a stir fry. The best way to get tofu crispy is to get as much moisture out of it as possible. The best way to do that is to press it between two flat surfaces (ie cutting boards) lined with paper towels and let them squeeze the moisture out of it for about an hour.
1. Stuffed Peppers
2. Risotto
3. Polenta
4. Beef Brisket
5. French Onion Soup
6. Chocolate Chip Cookies
7. Lentil Soup
8. Macaroni & Cheese
9. Zucchini Bread
10. Chicken Piccata
11. Moussaka
12. Chocolate Cake
13. Zebra Cake
14. Chili
15. Cornbread
16. Steamed Artichokes
17. Baked S'mores
18. Barbecue Chicken
19. Meatballs
20. Waffles
21. Omelette
22. Chex Mix
23. Kale Chips
24. Tofu
Ah, poor misunderstood tofu. Delicious if prepared correctly, and yet so hard to prepare.
Personally I could take tofu or leave it, but Ronnie is actually one of those rare meat-eaters who will actually choose to eat tofu regularly. His favorite is adding "vegetables and tofu" to his meal at Pei Wei. So I figured it would be nice for me to figure out how to cook it.
My first attempt was this recipe that I found on - you guessed it - Pinterest. This was a unique recipe in that it did not attempt to make the tofu crispy but instead made it even softer by essentially boiling it.
I expected the texture to be somewhat unpleasant but actually it was pretty smooth and creamy. The sauce was really killer, though- I probably would have eaten that on anything.
http://www.alexandracooks.com |
I once made the mistake of draining out all moisture and then adding moisture back in via a marinade. Don't do this if you want crispy tofu.
Instead, sear it off and add any liquids afterwards, as a sauce. Like they do in this recipe, which I plan on trying next.
I'll let you know how it goes! Meanwhile, be bold and try tofu on your own. It might not be as bad as you think.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Dealing with Death at 26
Let me start by saying that my part in Mike’s life, and in his death, was a small one. I don’t pretend to imagine what these past two years have been like for his family and for his dearest friends who, like Ronnie, have known and loved him for over 20 years.
But I don’t think there is one person who knew this exceptional individual who was not in some way impacted by his lively spirit and passionate (if eccentric) way of looking at life. And I don’t think it is possible to be 26 and lose a friend who is 26 and not be changed for the rest of your life. So in typical Millennium-Generation fashion this is my incredibly selfish reflection on how the life and death of this great person affected me.
I don’t remember the first time I met Mike. It was probably in homeroom class in ninth grade, when I first moved to Exeter. My first real memory of him is from later that year when the junior high’s orchestra performed a piece that Mike had written. We were fourteen, maybe fifteen, and he was composing orchestral pieces.
Other little moments stand out from high school. Joke of the Week, of course. Prom, where Mike rode with us and about 20 others in a rented trolley (limos were too predictable). Getting the Dominoes 5-5-5 deal with him and Ronnie.
Unfortunately what also sticks in my mind is the exact moment that we found out about his illness. Mike took the time to call Ronnie and tell him personally, because that is the kind of person he was. We happened to be visiting Annapolis, Maryland at the time, but Ronnie must have had a feeling it was something important because he took the call. I remember guessing out loud what I thought he was calling to tell us- something I thought would be sad news at the time- that he was moving to L.A. But leukemia, at 24, that was something I could never have imagined.
I was hopeful of course. Even when we did some research on the statistics of his particular type of leukemia. After all, he was young. He was otherwise healthy. Through the miracle of coincidence they caught it early, when it started affecting his hearing. And I was hopeful because I was young, because I couldn’t imagine death in someone my own age.
Ronnie followed his progress closely, keeping in touch and reading his blog. If I have one regret it is that we never visited him in Boston. But then, I thought we could just see him when he was able to return home for good.
I think the first time we saw him after his diagnosis was at Christmas last year. He was able to travel, and that was a good sign. He was thin, but he seemed himself. If a quieter, more tired version. We were so glad he was able to travel and attend Rich and Heather’s wedding and spent most of the night with him outside the venue- he was not allowed to come inside because of his weakened immune system. Maybe he was protecting us then, but he seemed hopeful himself. One more test, he told us, and then maybe home for good.
It was a Tuesday that Mike called Ronnie again. I found him sitting in the living room in the dark. He seemed to be in shock, and could only comment on how Mike once again was more concerned about how Ronnie was taking the news than about his own feelings. I’m sorry to have to give you such shitty news, was the gist of it. And, the veiled request, please come home.
What a gift that phone call was. We did come home and we got to spend precious hours with him. We got an answer to the question that you can’t really ask- how long? We were welcomed by his family who gave us another gift- making it possible to spend real time with him not lamenting his fate, but instead enjoying the time he had left. And still I was hopeful, because he was 26, and he was still himself through everything. And he was one of the most full-of-life people I had ever known.
It was the following week that we learned that Mike was in the hospital, and a day before we were going on a cruise we learned that he had been sent back home. We were going to be travelling internationally for a week, and wouldn’t be able to call him or hear any news until we got back. I think we both had a feeling that we had seen him for the last time. But still I was hopeful.
Our ship docked back in Miami on Saturday, August 10th. We both turned our phones back on with trepidation. I was the only one who had messages- from my mom, and my sister, and my stepdad. Call as soon as you get this. We have been trying to reach you. Please call right away.
Of course those are the kinds of messages that fill you with dread. But Ronnie didn’t have any messages, and that was how we expected to hear about Mike. I called home immediately, even though it was 7:30 and I was probably waking everyone up. Robert answered.
How was your trip? When did you get back? Have you talked to anyone? Trying gently to discover whether we knew. And then, Mike passed away on Tuesday.
Tuesday? Tuesday? It was now Saturday. On Tuesday we had been snorkeling off St. Thomas. This couldn’t be right.
We were hoping you got back yesterday. The service is today, at two.
I quickly started doing the math. We were still on the boat, still had to pack our bags and go through customs. Our flight wasn’t until tomorrow, and back to DC. Could we get another flight? Could we get from Philly to Reading? How far was the airport from here?
I looked at Ronnie, watching me and only hearing my side of the conversation. I realized he also did not believe this was about Mike. I mouthed the words, It’s Mike but he didn’t get it.
I got off the phone. I said slowly, Mike passed away on Tuesday. Ronnie hugged me and said, I’m so sorry.
He still didn’t understand what I had said. So I said it again. And he said, Oh.
I started rambling on about the funeral and how long it would take us to get to Pennsylvania. Focusing on that. Ronnie focused even smaller- let’s finish our breakfast. Let’s pack our bags. Let’s get off the ship.
By the time we were back on land it was 10:00. We realized then that even if we made it to the airport, got a flight out immediately, and somehow got to Reading from Philly, we still wouldn’t make it. And I realized that I was the only one pushing to make it possible- Ronnie needed to stop. Only then did we focus on the loss of our friend.
I think Mike would have appreciated that he gave us one of the most bizarre moments of our lives. From picturesque Caribbean vacation to a fist full of reality in one swift punch. We sat on a bench at port, our bags at our feet, Ronnie’s family a safe distance away still in vacation mode, openly weeping as hundreds of strangers walked past. With their own bags, starting or ending their own vacations. I wondered if they thought we had a traumatic experience onboard and second-guessed their own trips. I wondered if they thought we had such a great time and just really, really didn’t want to go home. I pulled my sunglasses over my eyes and ignored everything and everyone.
Until they turned the cruise-themed music on through the loudspeakers. And I had the moment I will never forget, where I cried through the cha-cha slide. And the world, all at once, ceased making sense.
What is the sense in the death of a 26-year-old? There isn’t any. To be faced with the reality of it was sort of like being set back adrift at sea; let life take you where it will, or you will be lost. Suddenly I realized there was no solid ground to stand on, that even though we had only started our journey reaching the distant horizon was not a guarantee.
My favorite Mike memory? The one I can’t get out of my head? Probably one that he himself would not remember. I was visiting Ronnie at Penn State, one time out of many- I think it might have been graduation. We were at Bar Bleu, the two of us sitting in a booth waiting for others to come back with our drinks or from the bathroom, I forget. But a few of Mike’s friends from the film department came to join us, and without missing a beat Mike introduced me as “his friend Staci.” Just like that, like I didn’t need any qualifiers. Not my friend from high school (ie not quite relevant in current life). Not my roommate’s girlfriend (a friend, once removed) even though that was the main reason we had become close. Just a friend. Such a small thing, but to me then and now it struck me as an act of open kindness and warmth. Because Mike was that kind of person- everyone was his friend. No qualifiers.
As cliché as it sounds, there is no one on Earth who deserved this less than Mike. Because he had so much to give the world, and was always giving, right to the end.
As much as you mourn for the person, you also mourn for the future. With all of our friends getting married, including us, you think about what Mike’s wife might have been like, what it might have been like to have dinner parties together and go to Penn State games as (myself excluded) 20 year alums. What if he wins that Emmy, and what if that would have been the first of many? You think about your own future and realize you might not get to experience it. You think about what you have done with your time and how you can do more.
Mostly, though, you realize what is really important. Mike’s death is not a metaphor or a symbol, I know that. He is not a minor character in my life but the hero of his own. But still I owe a great debt to Mike for teaching me there are only a few things in this life that really matter:
Love, for your family and your friends. I feel blessed to be included among those he shared his last days with, knowing how precious that time was.
Passion, for the things in life that excite you. The last time we saw him Mike talked for an hour about how he got those duck sounds right, and could have kept talking for as long as we were listening.
Retaining your sense of wonder for the little things, even in face of the big ones. I’ll never forget Mike saying that he hoped he’d get to see the next installment of The Hobbit. At first I kind of laughed it off as a petty wish, a waste of time. But then I realized that there is no required quota of grand things you have to do in your life. It’s about doing things that make you happy.
Staying true to yourself, no matter what life throws at you. I’m sorry to have to give you such shitty news. It takes a strong person to be able to think of others in the face of their own death. I think maybe that makes
Mike one of the strongest people I’ll ever have the pleasure of knowing.
So thank you. I’m a better person for knowing you. I guess that’s what it took me this long to say.
But I don’t think there is one person who knew this exceptional individual who was not in some way impacted by his lively spirit and passionate (if eccentric) way of looking at life. And I don’t think it is possible to be 26 and lose a friend who is 26 and not be changed for the rest of your life. So in typical Millennium-Generation fashion this is my incredibly selfish reflection on how the life and death of this great person affected me.
I don’t remember the first time I met Mike. It was probably in homeroom class in ninth grade, when I first moved to Exeter. My first real memory of him is from later that year when the junior high’s orchestra performed a piece that Mike had written. We were fourteen, maybe fifteen, and he was composing orchestral pieces.
Other little moments stand out from high school. Joke of the Week, of course. Prom, where Mike rode with us and about 20 others in a rented trolley (limos were too predictable). Getting the Dominoes 5-5-5 deal with him and Ronnie.
Unfortunately what also sticks in my mind is the exact moment that we found out about his illness. Mike took the time to call Ronnie and tell him personally, because that is the kind of person he was. We happened to be visiting Annapolis, Maryland at the time, but Ronnie must have had a feeling it was something important because he took the call. I remember guessing out loud what I thought he was calling to tell us- something I thought would be sad news at the time- that he was moving to L.A. But leukemia, at 24, that was something I could never have imagined.
I was hopeful of course. Even when we did some research on the statistics of his particular type of leukemia. After all, he was young. He was otherwise healthy. Through the miracle of coincidence they caught it early, when it started affecting his hearing. And I was hopeful because I was young, because I couldn’t imagine death in someone my own age.
Ronnie followed his progress closely, keeping in touch and reading his blog. If I have one regret it is that we never visited him in Boston. But then, I thought we could just see him when he was able to return home for good.
I think the first time we saw him after his diagnosis was at Christmas last year. He was able to travel, and that was a good sign. He was thin, but he seemed himself. If a quieter, more tired version. We were so glad he was able to travel and attend Rich and Heather’s wedding and spent most of the night with him outside the venue- he was not allowed to come inside because of his weakened immune system. Maybe he was protecting us then, but he seemed hopeful himself. One more test, he told us, and then maybe home for good.
It was a Tuesday that Mike called Ronnie again. I found him sitting in the living room in the dark. He seemed to be in shock, and could only comment on how Mike once again was more concerned about how Ronnie was taking the news than about his own feelings. I’m sorry to have to give you such shitty news, was the gist of it. And, the veiled request, please come home.
What a gift that phone call was. We did come home and we got to spend precious hours with him. We got an answer to the question that you can’t really ask- how long? We were welcomed by his family who gave us another gift- making it possible to spend real time with him not lamenting his fate, but instead enjoying the time he had left. And still I was hopeful, because he was 26, and he was still himself through everything. And he was one of the most full-of-life people I had ever known.
It was the following week that we learned that Mike was in the hospital, and a day before we were going on a cruise we learned that he had been sent back home. We were going to be travelling internationally for a week, and wouldn’t be able to call him or hear any news until we got back. I think we both had a feeling that we had seen him for the last time. But still I was hopeful.
Our ship docked back in Miami on Saturday, August 10th. We both turned our phones back on with trepidation. I was the only one who had messages- from my mom, and my sister, and my stepdad. Call as soon as you get this. We have been trying to reach you. Please call right away.
Of course those are the kinds of messages that fill you with dread. But Ronnie didn’t have any messages, and that was how we expected to hear about Mike. I called home immediately, even though it was 7:30 and I was probably waking everyone up. Robert answered.
How was your trip? When did you get back? Have you talked to anyone? Trying gently to discover whether we knew. And then, Mike passed away on Tuesday.
Tuesday? Tuesday? It was now Saturday. On Tuesday we had been snorkeling off St. Thomas. This couldn’t be right.
We were hoping you got back yesterday. The service is today, at two.
I quickly started doing the math. We were still on the boat, still had to pack our bags and go through customs. Our flight wasn’t until tomorrow, and back to DC. Could we get another flight? Could we get from Philly to Reading? How far was the airport from here?
I looked at Ronnie, watching me and only hearing my side of the conversation. I realized he also did not believe this was about Mike. I mouthed the words, It’s Mike but he didn’t get it.
I got off the phone. I said slowly, Mike passed away on Tuesday. Ronnie hugged me and said, I’m so sorry.
He still didn’t understand what I had said. So I said it again. And he said, Oh.
I started rambling on about the funeral and how long it would take us to get to Pennsylvania. Focusing on that. Ronnie focused even smaller- let’s finish our breakfast. Let’s pack our bags. Let’s get off the ship.
By the time we were back on land it was 10:00. We realized then that even if we made it to the airport, got a flight out immediately, and somehow got to Reading from Philly, we still wouldn’t make it. And I realized that I was the only one pushing to make it possible- Ronnie needed to stop. Only then did we focus on the loss of our friend.
I think Mike would have appreciated that he gave us one of the most bizarre moments of our lives. From picturesque Caribbean vacation to a fist full of reality in one swift punch. We sat on a bench at port, our bags at our feet, Ronnie’s family a safe distance away still in vacation mode, openly weeping as hundreds of strangers walked past. With their own bags, starting or ending their own vacations. I wondered if they thought we had a traumatic experience onboard and second-guessed their own trips. I wondered if they thought we had such a great time and just really, really didn’t want to go home. I pulled my sunglasses over my eyes and ignored everything and everyone.
Until they turned the cruise-themed music on through the loudspeakers. And I had the moment I will never forget, where I cried through the cha-cha slide. And the world, all at once, ceased making sense.
What is the sense in the death of a 26-year-old? There isn’t any. To be faced with the reality of it was sort of like being set back adrift at sea; let life take you where it will, or you will be lost. Suddenly I realized there was no solid ground to stand on, that even though we had only started our journey reaching the distant horizon was not a guarantee.
My favorite Mike memory? The one I can’t get out of my head? Probably one that he himself would not remember. I was visiting Ronnie at Penn State, one time out of many- I think it might have been graduation. We were at Bar Bleu, the two of us sitting in a booth waiting for others to come back with our drinks or from the bathroom, I forget. But a few of Mike’s friends from the film department came to join us, and without missing a beat Mike introduced me as “his friend Staci.” Just like that, like I didn’t need any qualifiers. Not my friend from high school (ie not quite relevant in current life). Not my roommate’s girlfriend (a friend, once removed) even though that was the main reason we had become close. Just a friend. Such a small thing, but to me then and now it struck me as an act of open kindness and warmth. Because Mike was that kind of person- everyone was his friend. No qualifiers.
As cliché as it sounds, there is no one on Earth who deserved this less than Mike. Because he had so much to give the world, and was always giving, right to the end.
As much as you mourn for the person, you also mourn for the future. With all of our friends getting married, including us, you think about what Mike’s wife might have been like, what it might have been like to have dinner parties together and go to Penn State games as (myself excluded) 20 year alums. What if he wins that Emmy, and what if that would have been the first of many? You think about your own future and realize you might not get to experience it. You think about what you have done with your time and how you can do more.
Mostly, though, you realize what is really important. Mike’s death is not a metaphor or a symbol, I know that. He is not a minor character in my life but the hero of his own. But still I owe a great debt to Mike for teaching me there are only a few things in this life that really matter:
Love, for your family and your friends. I feel blessed to be included among those he shared his last days with, knowing how precious that time was.
Passion, for the things in life that excite you. The last time we saw him Mike talked for an hour about how he got those duck sounds right, and could have kept talking for as long as we were listening.
Retaining your sense of wonder for the little things, even in face of the big ones. I’ll never forget Mike saying that he hoped he’d get to see the next installment of The Hobbit. At first I kind of laughed it off as a petty wish, a waste of time. But then I realized that there is no required quota of grand things you have to do in your life. It’s about doing things that make you happy.
Staying true to yourself, no matter what life throws at you. I’m sorry to have to give you such shitty news. It takes a strong person to be able to think of others in the face of their own death. I think maybe that makes
Mike one of the strongest people I’ll ever have the pleasure of knowing.
So thank you. I’m a better person for knowing you. I guess that’s what it took me this long to say.
You will be missed but not forgotten.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Kale "Chips": Embracing Another Superfood Fad
(#10) Master 25 New Recipes
1. Stuffed Peppers
2. Risotto
3. Polenta
4. Beef Brisket
5. French Onion Soup
6. Chocolate Chip Cookies
7. Lentil Soup
8. Macaroni & Cheese
9. Zucchini Bread
10. Chicken Piccata
11. Moussaka
12. Chocolate Cake
13. Zebra Cake
14. Chili
15. Cornbread
16. Steamed Artichokes
17. Baked S'mores
18. Barbecue Chicken
19. Meatballs
20. Waffles
21. Omelette
22. Chex Mix
23. Kale Chips
I've had kale before in soups and salads, but when I saw this "kale chips" recipe I had to give it a try. My general consensus was that this was a tasty side dish or snack, but you are kidding yourself if you think it will satisfy your craving for potato chips.
First thing to note is that kale comes in a gigantically intimidating bunch like this:
Don't be deterred. Chop off the stems at the bottom and tear leaves away from any other larger stms up the middle. Then tear (or chop but tearing is recommended) into bite sized pieces.
Spread onto a baking sheet (or two) and toss in olive oil.
Add some sea salt, but be warned: you do not need as much salt as you think you need. Here's why:
It DRASTICALLY shrinks when roasted. Which means your seasoning will be super concentrated.
Roast at 350 for about 10 minutes until crispy, stirring often and making sure it doesn't burn. And that's it! Enjoy your participation in the latest food craze.
1. Stuffed Peppers
2. Risotto
3. Polenta
4. Beef Brisket
5. French Onion Soup
6. Chocolate Chip Cookies
7. Lentil Soup
8. Macaroni & Cheese
9. Zucchini Bread
10. Chicken Piccata
11. Moussaka
12. Chocolate Cake
13. Zebra Cake
14. Chili
15. Cornbread
16. Steamed Artichokes
17. Baked S'mores
18. Barbecue Chicken
19. Meatballs
20. Waffles
21. Omelette
22. Chex Mix
23. Kale Chips
I've had kale before in soups and salads, but when I saw this "kale chips" recipe I had to give it a try. My general consensus was that this was a tasty side dish or snack, but you are kidding yourself if you think it will satisfy your craving for potato chips.
First thing to note is that kale comes in a gigantically intimidating bunch like this:
Don't be deterred. Chop off the stems at the bottom and tear leaves away from any other larger stms up the middle. Then tear (or chop but tearing is recommended) into bite sized pieces.
Spread onto a baking sheet (or two) and toss in olive oil.
Add some sea salt, but be warned: you do not need as much salt as you think you need. Here's why:
It DRASTICALLY shrinks when roasted. Which means your seasoning will be super concentrated.
Roast at 350 for about 10 minutes until crispy, stirring often and making sure it doesn't burn. And that's it! Enjoy your participation in the latest food craze.
Chesapeake Bay Snack Mix
(#10) Master 25 New Recipes
1. Stuffed Peppers
2. Risotto
3. Polenta
4. Beef Brisket
5. French Onion Soup
6. Chocolate Chip Cookies
7. Lentil Soup
8. Macaroni & Cheese
9. Zucchini Bread
10. Chicken Piccata
11. Moussaka
12. Chocolate Cake
13. Zebra Cake
14. Chili
15. Cornbread
16. Steamed Artichokes
17. Baked S'mores
18. Barbecue Chicken
19. Meatballs
20. Waffles
21. Omelette
22. Chex Mix
The idea to tackle this recipe came as I was getting down the final days of my list and still needed several recipes. There are only so many meals in the day, for one. And a personal can only reasonably eat a certain amount of baked goods.
Who doesn't love a good snack mix? This recipe from Martha Stewart added a spicy twist to the traditional flavor with hot sauce and Old Bay seasoning. We thoroughly enjoyed it and it certainly had a unique flavor. Personally I think the heat could have been kicked up a few notches.
Here are the ingredients I used. You can mix them up with anything you like. I left out the recommended peanuts.
The sauce can be made to taste as well. As I mentioned, I would add more hot sauce next time.
Mix up your dry ingredients and spread them out in your pan (I needed two pans). Then pour the sauce over it and mix it all up.
Bake at 250 for one hour, stirring every fifteen minutes. For most of that hour it will seem like nothing is happening, but by the end it will be nice and crispy and coated in sauce.
Supposedly you can store it in an airtight container for up to a week. But I found it getting stale after a couple of days.
Recipe
Ingredients:
1. Stuffed Peppers
2. Risotto
3. Polenta
4. Beef Brisket
5. French Onion Soup
6. Chocolate Chip Cookies
7. Lentil Soup
8. Macaroni & Cheese
9. Zucchini Bread
10. Chicken Piccata
11. Moussaka
12. Chocolate Cake
13. Zebra Cake
14. Chili
15. Cornbread
16. Steamed Artichokes
17. Baked S'mores
18. Barbecue Chicken
19. Meatballs
20. Waffles
21. Omelette
22. Chex Mix
The idea to tackle this recipe came as I was getting down the final days of my list and still needed several recipes. There are only so many meals in the day, for one. And a personal can only reasonably eat a certain amount of baked goods.
Who doesn't love a good snack mix? This recipe from Martha Stewart added a spicy twist to the traditional flavor with hot sauce and Old Bay seasoning. We thoroughly enjoyed it and it certainly had a unique flavor. Personally I think the heat could have been kicked up a few notches.
Here are the ingredients I used. You can mix them up with anything you like. I left out the recommended peanuts.
The sauce can be made to taste as well. As I mentioned, I would add more hot sauce next time.
Mix up your dry ingredients and spread them out in your pan (I needed two pans). Then pour the sauce over it and mix it all up.
Bake at 250 for one hour, stirring every fifteen minutes. For most of that hour it will seem like nothing is happening, but by the end it will be nice and crispy and coated in sauce.
Recipe
Ingredients:
- 3 cups Corn Chex
- 3 cups Wheat Chex
- 3 cups thin pretzel sticks
- 3 cups oyster crackers
- 1 cup bagel chips
- 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, melted
- 2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
- 2 tablespoons plus 2 teaspoons Old Bay Seasoning
- 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
- 3 teaspoons hot-pepper sauce, such as Tabasco
2. In a large pan or two medium pans, combine cereal, pretzels, crackers, and bagel chips.
3. In a small bowl, mix together melted butter, Worcestershire sauce, Old Bay, lemon juice, and hot-pepper sauce. Pour butter mixture over cereal mixture and stir until ingredients are completely coated.
4. Bake 1 hour, stirring every 15 minutes. Spread out in a single layer to cool completely.
5. Store in an airtight container.
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