Wednesday, March 24, 2010

A Source of Inspiration

I was recently suffering from a somewhat severe case of the winter dulldrums, totally blah and unmotivated. Then my wonderful neighbor handed me a copy of "Appetite for Life, The biograpy of Julia Child".

For days now I have been reading about an woman who becomes more fascinating with every turn of the page. Never did I realize Julia Child was such an amazing woman, even before what most people know about her life and her journey becomming a chef.

Not quite half way through this book I find myself aspiring to become more like this remarkable woman. I am pretty sure I am cured. If you can put your hands on a copy it is well worth the read.

Bye for now,

C.C.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Peppermint Candies



Darling kiddies,

I have, after finishing my dinner a moment to spare to rant about my hatred of peppermint candies.  You know, those red and white striped ones?



Fooey I say.  For one thing, whenever I seem to eat them they do not stay in one piece.  I'll usually end up with several small bits of the candy in my mouth because it doesn't feel the need to stay together for very long.

Don't even get me started on the flavor.

Too late, I've started.  The peppermint imitation flavor...  I have never had such rotten peppermint imitation in my life!  And the sugar content!  It is as blatant as the salt content in a bag of lays potato chips.  These little candies taste of sugar and wronged peppermint death-bombs.  Them crumbling apart in my mouth only adds to the irritation.

Sugary faintly-minty crap melting in my mouth threatening to throw a person with sensitive blood sugar into shock.

If I hate them so much, why bother eating them then you ask?  Why devote a whole post to something you've obviously had before??

Well... if I'm at a restaurant and all they have is earl grey tea, and these little buggers on the counter... then who am I going to grab for fresh breath after a meal?  That's right.

Why not keep a thing of mints in your pocket?  This is stupid you mutter.

Let's just say I'm forgetful and putting mints in my purse is not top of the to remember pile.  A lot of things I SHOULD remember seem to escape that pile as it is.  I know, excuses excuses.  At least it's the truth.

Other imitation flavors I've had and woefully wish I hadn't:

Chocolate tootsie-roll pops.  (another sugar content problem, never mind the blatant lack of chocolate flavor)
Banana popsicles
Coffee ice cream
Coffee Milk
Any flavor freezer pops
Blue raspberry ANYTHING - because somehow, people's flavor definition of blue raspberry ALWAYS ends up different. (which technically is derived from whitebark raspberry when it's not imitation crap...)
Grape ANYTHING


That about sums it up for now.

much love,
xoxo
<3dA bunniegoddess

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Breakfast

Darling Kiddies,

Breakfast just isn't the same unless you have a hot meal.  Especially when it's about 29-30ºF outside.  The ritual of getting up before having to go to class or work, and sitting down to a nice breakfast is something I'm especially fond of.

Recently I've been on a kick of having oatmeal for breakfast (getting up for classes after staying up late can take its toll after awhile).  It's fast.  They're microwaveable.  Definitely NOT a thing I am proud of.  However, in order to enjoy my breakfast at a semi-reasonable pace (and also because I am probably running late to class) I usually bring it with me.  Again, not something I like doing.  However, I happened upon a combination of ingredients (probably already thought of by someone else) that I didn't think to try before in my oatmeal.  I say happened, because I opened my relatively empty fridge (shame on me) and took out random things I could throw in my breakfast that would probably taste ok, and would keep me full for a while.

What I ended up with was a somewhat quirky oatmeal dish that I liked and am probably going to make for myself again tomorrow.

1 - 1/2 cup of microwaveable store brand oatmeal oats.  (SHAME)
2 - 1/4 cup of apple sauce
3 - 1/4 cup of plain greek yogurt.

I also added some water (I eyeballed it) so that it wouldn't be too congealed when it finished... 'cooking'.  I tend to like my oatmeal on the soupy side.  Not runny though, I very much despise that. I am also not particularly a fan of plain yogurt because of it's slightly sour taste (I bought it to throw into other dishes I was planning on making) but here I didn't mind.  It was a sweet-sour oatmeal breakfast and, most importantly, it was hot.  Even though I was eating it in the classroom, I found the flavors of the yogurt and applesauce surprisingly akin to comfort food.

Before I leave, I shall tell all of my ideal breakfasts:

Breakfast 1:
Eggs benedict (without ham) with vodka hollandaise sauce.  Loaded with broccoli and spinach and perhaps if I'm feeling particularly unhealthy, some home fries lightly crispy.  Hot chocolate to drink.

Breakfast 2 (on-the-go):
Pain au chocolat from a bakery of course, with hot chocolate.  A very bad breakfast in terms of sustenance, but I am a chocolate freak.

Breakfast 3:
Marrons glacée crêpes.  Or Nuetella ones.  Basically any dessert-type crêpe (fruit ones count), with hot chocolate to drink.  Did I mention that I was a chocolate freak?

Breakfast 4:
French toast, using thick slices of bread.  Bananas flambé on top and a raspberry-lime sauce to boot.
Oh, and hot chocolate to drink.

Breakfast 5:
Bagels (onion or poppyseed will do) and cream cheese.  With... CRANBERRY JUICE.  Haha, just kidding.

Until next time kiddies.

xoxo
<3dA bunniegoddess
I am, like many of my age group (and many above and below it), a victim of consumption.  Cramming my face in alloted lunch hours, or snacking hordes of sugary goodness before the next class.  Returning home from a long day at work with a stomach that feels as if it's suffered years of starvation.  The same thing happens, every day.

People would like to eat good food and most certainly enjoy it, but cannot.  The children of today are slowly becoming desensitized to the ritual of eating and are more and more accustomed to the daily ritual of cramming.  Food has ceased to be a pleasure and is a chore.  This certainly hasn't been a recent occurrence.  Food has been left to fester into mammoth-sized portioned, small-window-of-time-to-eat-it-in monsters long before I was even born.

This blog is simply to document my daily food habits, musings, and whims about food.

Much love kiddies,
xoxo
dA bunniegoddess