Hello friends! I know it’s been awhile. Much to report.
I Netflix’d Food, Inc. last night, after it came up at the blogger meetup.
Oh, man. I think once a person has seen that movie they can’t really ever return to thinking like people who haven’t seen that movie. I am REALLY REALLY GLAD that it’s Lent and there’s no meat in my house, but I am having a hard time imagining a time- ever again- when I will eat mass-produced meat with the current state of things.
And then, crazily enough, the Washington Post featured an article THIS MORNING about local slaughterhouses and grass-fed beef and all of the things we should be shooting for. I refuse to believe the synchronicity of these events is an accident. So look for some new eats in the coming months!
But for now, my (vegetarian!) lunch:
It is Saint Patrick’s Day. I am 1/16th Irish. My meal mostly honored my 7/16th’s Greekness—pita, hummus, Greek yogurt—but I’d like to think that the quantity of green in the meal honors my Irish great-great-grandmother.
Plus it is my favorite color- the color of plants!
Now this sandwich-ish thing was somethin’ else.
I made homemade pita bread (a note on that in a moment) and shmeared half with avocado and the other half with spicy orange hummus which continues to be my absolutely favorite hummus recipe ever.
I had the HARDEST time deciding which bite was the most delicious- pita and hummus; pita and avocado; or pita, hummus, and avocado. Mmmm.
A note on the pitas. They are, um, kind of a hot mess:
I used my usual recipe, but I don’t know if it was opening a new bag of flour (Giant brand versus King Arthur- could that really make a difference?!) or something in the air or what, but the dough was just kind of odd today. And then I tried to stretch it thin because I was thinking about pita pizzas and you want more surface area for that.
And THEN I had a tray that I was laying out pitas on to put in the oven and I went ahead and knocked it off the counter and onto the floor and the pitas fell together into this gluey, gummy mess.
So perhaps the unbelievable quantity of obscenities I used also honored my Irish heritage! Man. I do not curse a lot at ALL but when I am driving and when I am cooking and things go wrong it is BAD. But according to my friend who studied abroad in Limerick, those folks really love them the f word. So maybe the 1/16th is asserting itself in that respect. But oh well they tasted fine.
As with the pita, this was another best-laid plan with mixed results.
Where I live now is kind of a wasteland for coffee. There is your standard Starbucks per square inch, but I got so spoiled in Boston with my selection of coffee shops. But, denizens of Northern Virginia, there is a non-Starbucks:
It is totally hidden in a strip mall and I actually know multiple people who’ve been creeped out by the name and the spacey looking logo because they think it says Be-a-net-ics and it’s like Dianetics and it’s some frightening Scientology thing. But no. It is a coffee shop. They roast their own beans! The setup is fanc-ay:
And they have a sweetener bar! You can pick your poison.
Okay so here’s where things went awry.
I had this lovely vision of sitting down in Beanetics, pluggin’ away on my laptop, sippin’ my coffee.
I was so optimistic when I took this photo!
Well, um. Their “free Wifi?”. Did not feel like existing today.
As for the coffee, I went for a skim cafe au lait on ice. Usually I go for a cafe au lait rather than a latte cause it’s more authentic and I am a lover of foam. And yeah it’s usually cheaper.
Well here it was $3.68 as opposed to $4.17 for a latte. But I mean, okay, they have good coffee.
Buttttttttt… this was probably dumb on my part but their hot brewed coffee was so good… so when they asked if I wanted my iced drink made with cold coffee concentrate or hot Ethiopian blend (which to their credit they gave me a free sample of and was delicious) I picked the hot. So my coffee was hot coffee mixed with ice. Equals… coffee-y water. Not so tasty.
On the bright side, the foam (I love foam!) on top stayed intact. I sprinkled it with cocoa! The foam was fab.
So better luck next time. I’ll suck it up and get a latte, or I’ll just forego my beloved foam and get a cup of coffee.