You can’t just tell people that there are only going to be six more weeks of winter. And then pummel them with 20+ inches of snow. That’s right. Over. Twenty. Inches. In Central Park, the snow amounted to more than a third of my height.
Now that. Is just unethical.
So then the real question becomes. Where’s an IRB when you need one? And has anyone ever calculated the statistical significance of this Groundhog Day phenomenon? Because, not to burst anyone’s bubble, but it really seems to me like the p-value for this whole operation is definitely less than 0.05. Meaning, obviously (at least to those of us who were just forced to take a course in epidemiology and biostatistics), that the association between winter’s length and whether or not Punxsutawney sees his shadow. Is entirely up to chance. No correlation. No positive predictive value (or negative predictive value). Pure serendipity.
Although we’d have to calculate the beta error to be sure. Odds are. We just don’t have enough statistical power.
Maybe it’s just a severe vitamin D deficiency. But I’ve been craving sunlight. Big time.
Seeing as how I probably won’t encounter the real thing for at least another month or so (six weeks my a**). I’ve had to resort to other, more desperate, tactics.
Pineapple. If anything tastes like sunlight. It is pineapple.
I have an interesting relationship with pineapple, however. Namely that I ate it every day for a year. And then proceeded to give myself an ulcer from it’s intense acidity. So now, as soon as I have a piece. Instant. Intense. Pain. Which is truly unfortunate. Because how else am I supposed to get my tropical fix without pineapple?
Well. There are two solutions.
One. I could move to the tropics. Like DAVE of My Year On The Grill. That’s right. Dave’s wife Jackie had to go to the Virgin Islands for her job. And thus he was forced (not exactly the word I would use to describe it. Just admit it Dave, you were a willing and very compliant participant in all this.) to move to paradise.
Not all of us have this luxury, however. Which brings me to. Two. Dried pineapple. (For some reason it doesn’t give me any stomach problems. No idea why.) In a sesame noodle salad. Just hand me a lei and a bowl of this and I’ll be hula-ing in no time. And, of course, some coconut rum. Because no beach party would be complete without coconut rum.
Happy beachwarming Dave!
And thanks to Min for organizing all of this!
Sesame Noodle Salad with Dried Pineapple
Serves 4, adapted from The Tropical Vegan Kitchen
1 lb linguine
1/4 cup light soy sauce
1/4 cup rice vinegar
3 tbsp sesame seeds
1 tbsp sugar
1 tbsp sesame oil
1/4 tsp cayenne pepper
1 red bell pepper, sliced thinly
3/4 cup grated carrots
6 scallions, green and white parts, sliced thinly
1/2 cup dried pineapple
1. Set up a pot of boiling, salted water and cook the pasta. Strain.
2. If you’re like me and don’t really like raw bell pepper, then heat a non-stick skillet with some cooking spray and cook the bell pepper until soft. Add in the scallions during the last minute of cooking.
3. Mix together the soy sauce, rice vinegar, cayenne, sesame seeds, sugar, and sesame oil in a bowl.
4. When the pasta is done, combine it with the sauce, bell pepper, scallions, carrots, and dried pineapple. Toss and serve, topped with cilantro to garnish.
This is my submission to Presto Pasta Nights, which is being hosted this week by Ruth of Once Upon A Feast.
Just a reminder. You have less than 12 hours to send me your Regional Recipes submissions! Thanks to everyone who has participated so far!