attractive, not orange.

i eat TONS of carrots. and now we know why i am so damn pretty.

but,

that brie might not make it to next week's lunches. i keep eating it.

first breakfast home.

yesterday.
i couldn't be bothered to get my camera, so i used photobooth. but, this breakfast was awesome: roasted yukon gold potatoes, sauteed green beans and mushrooms, a fried egg (store-bought), carrots, and a slice of rye toast with brie.

on that note, i thought a lot about whether i should buy the brie. i usually buy tamer cheeses for my lunches--partially because i tend to buy less expensive cheeses for sandwiches and partially because i don't like to have stinky lunches. i don't want to offend.

but is brie offensive? brie de meaux is MUCH stinker, tastier. and all those varieties i ate in france that smelled like the roller rink. the absolute best.

but probably not lunch-appropriate. maybe only in france.

roommate practice.

in which i drove THE CAR to the carrboro beverage company, tasted some beers with too much hops, and then drove shira and myself back home for dinner. while i chopped vegetables and made jasmine rice, shira researched our spring CSA (so. very. exciting.) and uploaded the new superchunk into my itunes.

we consumed: a brother david's triple abbey style ale and a thai curry of sorts. i sauteed collard greens, carrots, onions, green beens, and garlic in a little olive oil and curry powder, and then covered it in cocount milk, letting it simmer for a bit. we dry-roasted (is that the right word?) the chickpeas in a pan with the teensiest amount of sesame oil. then we put it all in a bowl and gobbled it up.

this is all going to work out. 2011 is going to be a good one.

in the fattest city in america.

there is a BEEF FAT SPILL in the houston ship channel. 15,000 gallons of animal fat that congealed immediately. oh holy hell.

from the huffington post:

Unlike oil, beef fat doesn't create a colorful sheen on the surface of the water that can be skimmed off, [Richard] Brahms said. ... Workers are using fishnets to corral the fat, then pitchforks to lift 1-foot-by-1 foot chunks of the cream-colored debris, officials said.

you love your hometown no matter what, right?

the return.

i went to new york for a week. and didn't cook anything. reports of foods to come. stand by.

never baked.

dear baked explorations team,

i was vacationing (in brooklyn!) during our last exploration. i apologize for my inability to participate in the adventure. unfortunately, i am moving during the next one so it's unsure if my baking gear will be accessible at the time. i swear i will be back.

thank you for understanding,
smashedgoods