A good veggie burger recipe is hard to find. Check out my new favorite – these curried red lentil burgers with mango slaw – over at Marcus Samuelsson’s blog!
My grandmother didn’t make lasagna.
Perhaps that is why I’ve never felt that bad taking what should be tradition and transforming it into something totally unrecognizable. Omitting key ingredients, adding in a rainbow of vegetables that wasn’t there before, or saying “who needs an hour of baking or a tray of cheesy perfection…just throw it all on the stovetop and call it soup!”.
As it turns out, without a gold standard to compare it to, anything goes.
You know…how there are people who make fun of those people who go to McDonald’s, totally supersize everything and then order a diet Coke?
Like, really insist on it being diet?
Like, check in with the soda attendant (yes, I’ve just made up an entire profession. Apparently I can create jobs faster than the presidential candidates. FTW!) at least five times to make sure it’s actually diet?
Guys, good news.
If you ever wondered exactly how far from the ceiling you can place a shelving unit before it becomes a fire hazard (and/or violates New York City fire code…since it’s really truly unclear just how much correlation there is between the two).
As of noon today. I’m your girl.
Seriously. I’ll be positively brimming with useless information about the do’s and don’t’s of fire safety. Apparently there’s more to it than “stop, drop, and roll”. Who knew.
(On a side note – someone should probably alert early education administrators about this. They need to update their syllabi.)
We had our first real cold spell in New York City this past week and rather than spending time locating any item of winter running gear that has somehow misplaced itself in the past six months…I baked pasta. Sensible, don’t you think?
Yesterday I reached a new “I-hate-doing-chores” low.
It involved propping my iPad up on a pan on top of my stove (while it was off) so that I could watch Parenthood while washing dishes. And by “washing dishes”, I mean turning off the water so I could actually hear what was going on (faucets are loud, people!) and crying into the soap suds as Christina told her family that she has cancer.
Obviously it was a highly productive endeavor. Not.
They eventually did get done though because my fear of waking up to a New York-sized cockroach scurrying around in my sink outweighs my dislike of just about anything.
Welcome to Eats Well With Others, where we take a vegetable-and-cupcake laden approach to life (always with a bit of laughter on the side)!
