I am embarrassed to admit this. I ordered take out last night. In fact, we have ordered takeout or picked up dinner to go the majority of nights the past few weeks. To say I have been in a cooking rut is the understatement of the year. The past few months have been so busy between Hermione, several large work projects (stay tuned for details) and some major apartment redesigning that cooking has fallen by the wayside. By the time I put Hermione to bed at night I am so exhausted I can’t even begin to think about making dinner. Add to this my beloved Sun In Bloom opening a takeout spot down the street and you can see why I have not been cooking as much as I would like.
In this polar vortex of a winter I have found it hard to eat many salads. By the time dinner rolls around I am not only exhausted but am also craving hearty, comforting foods. Make that hearty, comforting, easy to prepare foods! Most nights I have been dining on a simple roasted sweet potato with some sautéed greens…or something along those lines. When I feel like something a little more exciting I have been making a large bowl of this salad. If I roast the beets and fennel ahead of time it take me only minutes to throw together and is oh so satisfying.
With a very small person in the house who needs most of my attention, dinners have been fairly simple affairs the past few months. By the time Hermione goes to sleep at night the last thing I want to do is start cooking a complicated meal. I am much more interested in quickly ingesting something fresh and healthy so I can get some sleep myself before she wakes up and needs me. Fortunately the Hamptons are overrun with farm stands selling produce so fresh it needs little manipulation from me to turn it into a meal.
Since letting the world know I am knocked up I have been getting a ton of questions about my diet. Most frequently I get asked, “have you had any cravings or aversions?” My slightly boring answer is no. Despite what a few friends predicted I have not found myself face deep in a bag of potato chips, French fries or bagels. I have not been making secret trips to Shake Shack for burgers and milkshakes (gross!). I haven’t even been turned off from my daily green juice as so many thought I would be. In fact, my food desires have changed very little since becoming pregnant. I still drink a ton of green juice every morning and I still usually have nutrient dense green smoothies for lunch. Yes, there are foods that turn me off but they are the same ones that have always turned me off- meat, dairy, grains, sugar, processed junk etc!
Happy Birthday to my wonderful husband! While Doug may not be as enthusiastic about birthday celebrations as I am, he still let me organize a little get together tonight to toast him. If I had my way we would be having much more of a party (perhaps involving ice-skating?) but it is his birthday after all so I (against my will) respected his wishes to keep things very low key. Read more
Being out of my kitchen for a week is always an odd feeling. Whether it is because of a vacation, a busy week of dinners out, or displacement due to a hurricane (hopefully not a frequent occurrence!) not being able to eat food that I have created makes my body feel out of whack. My body craves the massive dose of greens I give it each day via juices, smoothies and salads. While I was able to get my greens in last week, they certainly were not as plentiful as usual.
Happy Birthday to my sister! Betsey is significantly older than me and growing up I often looked to her for advice. In many cases she played the role of a second mother and would often try to convince me I was actually her baby! As we’ve grown up we have become close friends and the age gap seems to diminish with each year. I do however still go to her for advice now and then. Betsey always knows the best new novels to read, and the best restaurants to check out.
The weather has shifted. There is a chill in the air. This morning I woke up to a clear, blue Tuesday. Always a little eerie on this particular day. I have lived in downtown Manhattan since I was 14 years old and can remember the events of another beautiful Tuesday, eleven years ago like yesterday. I was in college in Boston at the time. On Tuesday mornings I had acting class at 9:30. I remember walking into the studio and hearing buzz about NYC, planes, and the WTC. Being a zealous student I was mildly annoyed at the chatter and wanted nothing more than to get down to work. A few minutes later it was clear that there would be no class that day, or for most of that week. I remember hours and hours spent at a friends apartment glued to the television. I remember desperately trying to get through to my mom in TriBeCa. I remember the relief when I finally did. I remember when the news came through that lower Manhattan would be closed to those without ID proving they resided there. My driver’s license had my Boston address on it. I would not be going home for many weeks. When I finally did you could still smell burning in the air. That lingered for a very long time.
A few months ago a friend asked me why I didn’t have many recipes with tomatoes on my blog. It was April and the answer was obvious to me. I don’t eat tomatoes outside of the late summer months. Tomatoes are one of the fruits that just don’t taste at all the same when they are not perfectly in season. Few food experiences gross me out more than biting into a mealy, tasteless slice of tomato. Ugh!
I cannot pinpoint the exact moment, but sometime in the last two weeks I developed a peach obsession. It all started over a family dinner out one night. My stepmother mentioned she had bought the most delicious peaches at a farm stand in Bridgehampton (about 15 minutes away from me). She couldn’t recall the name of the stand but knew the location and raved about these peaches so much it peaked my curiosity. Then, that weekend at a lunch with my dad, Doug, and his parents my stepmother served some of the peaches she had been raving about. Wow! These were truly the best peaches I have EVER tasted. I had to find the stand and get some for myself.