Oh the freaky-deaky things I’ve been eating
I got into raw food around Thanksgiving time last year. And let me be clear on this: I’ve never gone exclusively raw. I’ve just added a lot of raw food to my diet. I don’t know what it is, I just couldn’t walk past the raw food cookbook in the book store and not stop and look at it. It was just as simple as that. I find it fascinating. So I made a few of the patés, the ‘Not Tuna Rolls’ since I had so recently gotten into Korean food and had a lot of Nori at the time, and the zucchini pesto. I was put off by how long it takes to soak the raw nuts, but other than that, I loved it. Since I got the cookbook back from my sister-in-law, I have gone on another raw food kick. I don’t know why I couldn’t just go on a vegetarian kick. But then again, like I said, I’m not exclusive with it. I tried the veggie sandwich this time. You use romaine lettuce where the bread would go. I found it was a bit untidy, but it would probably be better to use extremely fresh lettuce. I made ‘Not Tuna Rolls’ again and still don’t know what I think of them, other than they are nicely filling. I also made avocado boats, tomato stacks, date-almond cookies and cream of zucchini soup. It was after the zucchini soup last night that I began to get a little discouraged, at least for the moment.
Here are a few of the conclusions I’ve come to:
It takes a lot of effort at first, but tapers off quickly because there are only so many ingredients you would use in a raw food diet. There is a nice variety, but you can still get them all in one cartload.
The unexpected surge in energy is a welcome bonus. SO welcome.
It seems to make me sensitive to subtle flavors in things. I could never have sat around chomping on carrots, celery, broccoli and cucumber. That is, however, exactly what I’ve been doing for the last two days.
You have to soak the nuts for at least four hours. Otherwise the patés don’t come out creamy enough to dip veggies in, or spread on anything.
When the zucchini soup came out with way too airy of a texture, I felt frustrated because I’d gone through all that work for nothing. However, it turned out that it just needed to sit in the fridge for a while.
So I’m sitting here happy and full after a dinner of zucchini soup and spinach. I never thought I’d say that.
Camping pics
Here are the pics from our camping weekend, where we celebrated my mom’s retirement and enjoyed Tim’s excellent cooking. The entire family made it out there.
I got up early on Saturday morning and got a little time to myself, which I used to photograph the Joshua Tree next to our tent with the moon, and the sun hitting the rocks beyond our campsite. We were guests of Caryn’s and got to enjoy the ranger campsite. I am now spoiled for camping up there. We also saw a desert tortoise, which I put in a previous post, and a baby rattlesnake. Tim saw a coyote while I only heard them, at 3 a.m. on Sunday.
We had several friends up there as well, and we gave mom a cake and sang a round of “For She’s A Jolly Good Fellow”. We had tried to make it at least a little bit of a surprise for her, but she had grown suspicious early on. She is, after all, a mother of four.
We all had a great time.
I’m not easily confused or anything
I was leaving the grocery store in Playa last week and while waiting for the light, I realized I was staring at this bench. It’s down the street from the airport. One of my friends guessed that it was maybe somebody’s version of graffiti. I mean, if you have money to burn, and if you want to mess with people’s heads, and you can do so by renting out a bench and writing whatever you feel like on it, then hey. And sure enough, there I am, scratching my head, staring at this bench.
It turns out it’s for a movie.
Burrowing owls in Joshua Tree
There’s a nest of burrowing owls near my parents’ house, inside of someone’s yard. They are a funny animal with an intense stare. Even if there wasn’t a chain link fence, I couldn’t get any closer to them, because they’re pretty skittish. The parent owl was quick to tell the kids to get back in the hole and then fly off and give me a piece of her mind from further away. It’s funny that they would raise their babies in a spot so close to two streets, with cars probably going by every few minutes, when there are so many other out of the way places that they could have raised their babies. The six foot fence probably gives them a little bit of security, but I doubt they did that on purpose. They are, after all, birds. The parents stare suspiciously when people go by, and the babies just stare.
Petcam at BBQ
We celebrated my mom’s retirement over the weekend in the Joshua Tree National Park, camping both nights and celebrating with BBQ and cake on Saturday. The whole family and many of her friends were there, and we all had a wonderful time. I’m editing/ retouching the pics right now. I also brought my petcam, and clipped it to the dog for a while. After I realized that the dog was probably going to be laying by the picnic table for a long time, I clipped it to my shirt and continued with my evening. The little camera took pics every 3.5 min until I went ahead and put it away because it was getting dark.
Desert Tortoise
We’re camping in Joshua Tree Nat’l park this weekend, and this morning we went for a hike and came across this little guy:
Kicking off the summer with Paella
My boyfriend Tim lives across the street from an Elk’s Lodge, so he and all of his friends in the area all joined together. It started out as a small group, when I met him in ‘05, but now it’s a pretty large group of them. They have a great bar there, and a huge kitchen. Tonight, to kick off the beginning of the summer and to break in the huge Paella pan that Tim bought his friend Billy for his birthday, Billy made us all a great big Paella. He used fresh, delicious seafood, chicken, and a whole mess of other delicious ingredients and cooked up enough for about 20 people. Tim was stirring it with what was pretty much a small oar.
We definitely plan to do this again.
Junior, the 26 toed-cat
My friend Emely has a cat with quite a few extra toes. His name is Junior, and he has 26 toes, which is one toe less than the cat in the Guiness Book of World Records. They’re called Hemingway Cats, or Polydactyl Cats. We had at least one or two when I was a kid. Junior is an extra large cat, and acts like a dog. A dog that fetches lollipops and only when they’re in the wrapper. When he is standing up and facing you, it looks like he is wearing oven mitts. He is actually kinda hard to photograph in all his glory, but I still tried last month when we were having girls’ night at Emely’s house.
Emely got the best view of his feet, though, when he was using his paws as hands and helping himself to her ice cream:
Maria and Andrew’s wedding
About six months after I started working in Torrance, I went up to Playa Del Rey for the evening, to hang out with my new friend Tim and a few of his friends. We were sitting around drinking cocktails, and a few more friends showed up. One of them was this quirky girl with a really thick east coast accent, named Maria. A few months later we all stayed at Tim’s cabin together in Truckee, and I made lemon drop martinis, and I got to know my new friends.
A few weeks ago, I got to hang out with Maria while she got ready to walk down the aisle at her wedding, in Chicago, to marry my boyfriend Tim’s best friend, Andrew. It was a beautiful wedding, and the sun peaked out just long enough to shine on their intimate backyard ceremony. It was just her family, his family and a few close friends, and I felt so privileged to be a part of it.
Spew
So it turns out there are a lot of college students living in my neighborhood. I came home today to a pile of furniture in my parking space. That’s the kind of thing that only college kids do, when they’re moving. Outta sight, outta mind. Someone decided to put it next to the trash, in lieu of putting it in the trash. So the trash guys can come along and ignore because it’s not in the trash. Everybody is moving at once, which I’ve only seen in Isla Vista, that little college town that I used to live in next to UC Santa Barbara. The next door neighbor moved out and apparently was having a plumbing problem. All I know is I got a call today from the manager, and she said that she was sorry but that there was a plumbing issue and that I may come home today to a plumber cleaning up a mess in my bathroom. I called my friend Jenn, who lives up the street and has a key, and she stopped by to make sure the plumber hadn’t let the cat out. I got home while she was still there saying hello to my cat. She had some nice perfume on and she smelled SO MUCH better than my apartment. I am so glad that I keep my bathroom extremely clean, because otherwise it would have been so much worse. They cleaned it up, and I can’t even tell which was leaking, the toilet, the sink or the tub. If I hadn’t kept it so clean, I might know by which of those things was clean. But everything is unharmed with the exception of the floor, which looks like it’s been violated. EEuw, what if it leaked in under the walls??
I’m going to have nightmares about the trash compactor in Star Wars now.
Anyway, so, the kids. I was carrying out a bag full of gross towels out to the trash, and a car load of college girls had their car stereo cranked up and were singing along with it, “I wanna F**K every GIRL in the WORLD” and never have I felt so disconnected with today’s youth. In my day, we sang along with NWA, and it was only boy on girl action that we sang about. I envy their liberation.
Generally speaking, even though there are a lot of loud parties and random peals of screaming and yelling, it could be a lot worse. These kids are just letting off energy. In an area without a bunch of college kids, constant noise would only mean you live in a bad neighborhood.
And now I am inspired to play rap music while I clean my bathroom.
