Hot and Sexy in March has involved contemplation, which is good, but I must also remember all the ways OTHERS, not just myself, nourish me.
For example, my kitty makes me laugh with her Exorcist moments on the screen door to the deck.
And then my boyfriend is sort of just the best ever. I am terrible at being sentimental, hate any hint of gushiness. So instead I will state, categorically, based on a thorough review of data, my boyfriend is better than anyone else’s boyfriend. He just is. He is just way way more awesomer.
Yesterday was sunlit stroll through Georgetown, make-your-head-spin tasty pizza at Pizzeria Paradiso.
Today was lunch surprise! I was ordered to report to his apartment for homemade lunch. Well, sure!
For the first time I think in his entire life Steve followed a recipe, and not just any recipe. Possibly the greatest food in the world: FALAFEL.
Oh. My. God.
TEN OUT OF TEN. I cannot even believe how delicious it was.
Though he (absurdly) said things like “It just needs to be coated in butter!” (no.), it was ex.tra.ord.in.ary.
The texture was absolute perfection, somehow achieved through the use of an oven rather than a deep fryer: doughy lusciousness in the middle (who hates dry falafel? I do! This was meltingly tender!), plus crisp exterior. It Sauteed onions and spices imparted a heavenly flavor. Plus the whole additional powerhouse of HOMEMADE TZAZIKI made from full fat Greek yogurt (nom nom nom nom!).
The recipe will need to be in ALL OF our lives soon. For now, I can report that it involved mashed garbanzos, and Steve has no food processor and is awesome and did it all by hand.
I ate roughly four times the amount pictured. Add.ic.tive.
Also, long overdue praise: Steve made a massive batch of Get Well cookies upon my broken pelvis’d mother’s return from Antarctica (what a hilarious sentence.) They had dried cranberries, macadamia nuts, white chocolate chips, and ABSURD quantities of butter.
Finally, a couple of Fridays ago I got off work and it had been… a rough day.
Stupid stupid morning meeting>rushed preparation for the afternoon program>controlling 40 children while an 80-year-old retired physicist with a heavy accent made them make graphs (just… don’t ask. I work for a nonprofit. When it comes to guest speakers, beggars can’t be choosers, apparently?). There were mean, mean fifth grade girls. Fifth grade girls are MEAN.
I had to be back on the job at 10 am the following (Saturday) morning, leading the program that I’d planned for the month with our executive director “dropping in.”
Went to Steve’s. Asked to use his shower (another impressive thing about Steve: his bathroom is clean. After I… gave him a gentle talking to about it. But it’s lovely! I mean, except he has no soap. But I just use shampoo.) Cried in the shower. Got out.
And was fed this, which entirely healed my soul:
Element 1: pasta (whole wheat) tossed with egg (free range) and feta (!)
Element 2: Tons of walnuts toasted in olive oil and basil. Deconstructed pesto of sorts?
Element 3: Scads of sauteed veggies, including wonderful wonderful fresh asparagus.
On the topic of pasta being good for the soul, can’t forget my mama. It’s also decidedly soul-healing sitting down to dinner of her farmer’s market impulse buy of pumpkin ravioli, tossed with some spinach wilted in garlicky olive oil and a lotta black pepper.
Pillowy outside, tossed with bitter greens and tangy garlic…
Sweet pumpkin-y inside.
So tonight I sat down to dinner, fearing the onset of sickness due more to physical and mental exhaustion than pathogens, and nourished myself. SOUP!
Stock, culled from veggie trimmings, simmered in the crockpot all day yesterday.
Tortellini, purchased once again by my mother, Ms. Leave No Carb Behind (she informed me that she ate leftover spaghetti clam sauce for dinner last night… then was still hungry… so she ate a sweet potato).
Rainbow Swiss chard, grown to beauty by local farmers.
Crushed red pepper flakes, cause spice makes nice :D
Finally, cheers to the ritual.
I don’t know what I’d do without my after dinner cup of tea.
However, this one was a bit special:
Well, first of all, AWESOME, where do you see licorice spice tea?! Not in enough places, that’s where.
But, in fact, this came from ANTARCTICA! While getting x-rayed, before getting airlifted off the continent, (hahahaha, oh my poor mother) my mama meekly requested a warm beverage. The nurse offered her flavors, she went “Licorice spice?!” and so she got on the plane with four bags.
One of which she gave to me :D Souvenir!