6.27.2011

Woot!

My inaugural Suite101 article has been submitted to an (gulp) editor! Lumpia recipe from my dear mommeh. Yeaaa boiiii! I had to get a universally desirable topic under my belt before I get started on article number two: Michele Bachmann: Why Is She Insane And Why Are Her Eyes So Crazy? Hahaha.


6.25.2011

Chantootle.

Did you know that Chipotle is committed to serving good quality fast-ish Mexican food while maintaining a standard of using naturally-raised, organic meat and sustainable, organic, local produce? I didn't until about a year ago. This knowledge comes very useful to Schmoobs and I now as, when the craving for meat strikes and I don't necessarily have the means to spend $30 on a pork chop at one of the TWO restaurants in town that serves meat that doesn't taste like sadness, we know we can go to Chipotle. We go about twice a month at this point. It's so freaking tasty. It's so tasty, in fact, that we went there for lunch yesterday and I'm still thinking about it. Hence, this post.

If you go, make sure to ask for extra corn on your burrito bowl or whatever. It's so good. Also make sure you don't look into the toilet after your subsequent visit to the little blogger's room. You'll totally see that extra corn all up in durr. (Sorry.)

Also, rumor has it that they are building an In-n-Out roughly two miles away from our condo. I would be happier about this if I hadn't had a Sad Meat Epiphany earlier this year. But, really, I don't like the idea of In-n-Outs sprouting up in Texas anyway. In-n-Out is a West Coast thing. End of story. Harumph.

* * *

Unrelated: Our Princess of Team Cuddle got her summer haircut makeover yesterday. She sat on my lap as we drove her back from PETCO and - either she was extra upset about having to go to the groomer and/or she was feeling car sick - she projectile vomited all over me as we were literally fifty yards away from home. As she started making the gagging sounds in preparation, I frantically looked around to try and grab a stray shirt or towel laying around Schmoobs' car, but there was nothing in sight. The only thing I could find to grab was...an empty Star*ucks clear plastic cup from the cup holder. I tore the lid off and held the thing to Princess TC's lurching head as Schmoobs, in the driver's seat, was howling wide-eyed in laughter and I was screaming "I HAVE NO CHOICE! I HAVE NO CHOICE!"

I managed to catch about half of it in the cup. Luckily, the car upholstery was protected from the rest of it BY MY LEGS AND HANDS. I'm almost certain I blacked out directly afterwards. All I remember is pulling into the parking lot and throwing the Cup o' Vomit at Schmoobs so I could run upstairs and tear off my soiled clothing and wash my hands in boiling water.

But I instantly forgave her anyway because OMG LOOK AT HOW CUTE SHE IS! *POOF* Heartsplosion!

This makes two vomit stories in one week. This young blog is going downhill and fast. 
But her cuteness more than makes up for it!


Chantootle.

Did you know that Chipotle is committed to serving good quality fast-ish Mexican food while maintaining a standard of using naturally-raised, organic meat and sustainable, organic, local produce? I didn't until about a year ago. This knowledge comes very useful to Schmoobs and I now as, when the craving for meat strikes and I don't necessarily have the means to spend $30 on a pork chop at one of the TWO restaurants in town that serves meat that doesn't taste like sadness, we know we can go to Chipotle. We go about twice a month at this point. It's so freaking tasty. It's so tasty, in fact, that we went there for lunch yesterday and I'm still thinking about it. Hence, this post.

If you go, make sure to ask for extra corn on your burrito bowl or whatever. It's so good. Also make sure you don't look into the toilet after your subsequent visit to the little blogger's room. You'll totally see that extra corn all up in durr. (Sorry.)

Also, rumor has it that they are building an In-n-Out roughly two miles away from our condo. I would be happier about this if I hadn't had a Sad Meat Epiphany earlier this year. But, really, I don't like the idea of In-n-Outs sprouting up in Texas anyway. In-n-Out is a West Coast thing. End of story. Harumph.

* * *

Unrelated: Our Princess of Team Cuddle got her summer haircut makeover yesterday. She sat on my lap as we drove her back from PETCO and - either she was extra upset about having to go to the groomer and/or she was feeling car sick - she projectile vomited all over me as we were literally fifty yards away from home. As she started making the gagging sounds in preparation, I frantically looked around to try and grab a stray shirt or towel laying around Schmoobs' car, but there was nothing in sight. The only thing I could find to grab was...an empty Star*ucks clear plastic cup from the cup holder. I tore the lid off and held the thing to Princess TC's lurching head as Schmoobs, in the driver's seat, was howling wide-eyed in laughter and I was screaming "I HAVE NO CHOICE! I HAVE NO CHOICE!"

I managed to catch about half of it in the cup. Luckily, the car upholstery was protected from the rest of it BY MY LEGS AND HANDS. I'm almost certain I blacked out directly afterwards. All I remember is pulling into the parking lot and throwing the Cup o' Vomit at Schmoobs so I could run upstairs and tear off my soiled clothing and wash my hands in boiling water.

But I instantly forgave her anyway because OMG LOOK AT HOW CUTE SHE IS! *POOF* Heartsplosion!

This makes two vomit stories in one week. This young blog is going downhill and fast. 
But her cuteness more than makes up for it!


UP AND ATOM!

Hey, look at me! I got accepted to be a contributing writer for Suite101! Hooray! Trust me when I tell you that I have spent hours upon countless hours scouring websites upon discussion forums upon research articles upon job forums, and soliciting the advice and input of real writers like JJ Keith (or, as my family will remember her, my childhood best friend Jodie!) looking into these "content mill" websites and such, trying to determine if they were legit or if they were scammy scams. Turns out, Suite101, along with sites like About and eHow, while not the epitome of research and writing glamour, are legitimate methods of earning some income. "Some" being the operative word. It is solely dependent on you, as the writer, to produce articles that are relevant, of good quality and in demand, which will be reflected in your monthly earnings.

Oh, and you have to write a lot of articles in order to make a substantial income.

But, hey, it's a start! And as much as my research tells me (via stalking other classical music articles), I am capable of producing a product that is of an equal or superior quality than what I have read so far. I mean, really. Ew, I just felt very elitist writing that. Sorry. But seriously. If I can't channel my wasted time and money and effort earning a Masters degree in Music into acting like an elitist botch about classical music, than what can I?

Also, Suite101 allows its contributors to write about anything and everything under the sun. So watch out for articles about farts and vodka martinis in the near future! Hahaha. Just kidding. Step 1: Build a list of topics to research and write about that many people will want to click on and read so that I can collect my money. Step 2: Forget about all of that and write about the Real Housewives and LOST. And farts.

Doing further research has taught me that there are writers on Suite101 who have earned upwards of $2,000 a month (one crazy lady has even regularly made $4000 - $5000 after a couple of years!). And other writers who have made a couple of hundred dollars. And probably many many more who made enough to buy a latte. I'm sure those top earners are people who have been churning out content for years and have several hundred articles under their belt.

But I figure if I can maintain a steady but manageable writing load for this site, and pick up one or more of these types of positions for other companies, then I should be able to eventually make as much as I did as an adjunct professor (probably more...grumblegrumblegrumble). And be able to do it while drinking coffee and looking like a sloppy mess at home! I mean, drinking coffee at a nearby coffee shop and looking very chic and urban! Go me! Cheers and pom poms! Streamers and high kicks!

Step towards that goal: Article number one! Any suggestions? I've actually already got a list going. In no specific order, just what my brain has spit out the last two days:

  1. Dvorak Cello Concerto
  2. How to make Lumpia
  3. John Mackey interview (?)
  4. So You Want To Be A Music Major
  5. LOST stuff
  6. Blogging
  7. Michelle Bachmann
  8. Jon Huntsman
  9. Differences in Music Major degree programs
  10. Roasting Vegetables
  11. Simple Asian coconut soup
  12. Castrati
  13. Basics to have in kitchen for novice cooks
  14. 2014 Presidential Election outlook
  15. Russian Five
  16. War of the Romantics
  17. Ear Training skills
  18. EDUCATION TOPICS
  19. College tips
  20. How college professors view their students
  21. Tips for freshmen
  22. Bipartisan websites/research
  23. Lecture/Presentation tips for educators and professionals
  24. Adjunct professorship
So, anyway, although it's nowhere near a guarantee at financial stability yet, I am happy to be at least one rung up on my monumental climb up the self-employment ladder. And it beats the job offer I received last week for an environmental website that wanted me to write articles and blog posts. And be paid in TREES.

Also, check out my Suite101 writer profile here. Still borderline professional, right? Ha! My byline, for when I, you know, actually publish an article and stuff, reads:

"Ysabel Sarte is a classically trained musician and music educator who spends a vast majority of time pursuing interests unrelated to music."


Hey, look at BB looking like a panda/ewok hybrid after getting her summer haircut yesterday:

CUTEST EVER.

6.23.2011

On productivity.

It's amazing how much your mood can improve after you have your morning BM. You know? Also, I have sent out two more job applications before my Woodwind Lit class has even started! Man, I am having a productive morning.

6.20.2011

I Made This! Asiany Coconut Soup and Banana Breakfast Bread edition.

Ever since I mentioned going an Asian route in my Garbage Soup post, I've been thinking about it constantly so I decided to finally go ahead and do it tonight.

If you're a fan of Thai food, then surely you've partaken in the pleasure-sensation that is Tom Kha soup. Maybe you find the concept of preparing a coconut chicken soup to be intimidating, but there's a really easy way to do it. It's not exactly Tom Kha - that entails a couple of more exotic ingredients like lemon grass and galangal that is not readily found in your typical Texas neighborhood grocery store - but this is an easy method that is just as satisfying in its simplicity.

Basically, what you want to do is make a chicken broth based soup. Add coconut milk and ginger. The end.

When all else fails, start with some sliced onions sauteing in a pan with olive oil. Warning: the smell resulting from this very basic first step will make you want to eat your own face. Especially if you add garlic into the mix, which I did but just forgot to mention. Anyway, remain steadfast and resist the urge. I chose to make this soup vegetarian, but if you were to add a protein, like chicken (organic and cage-free please! Less sad-tasting) or shrimp, you would want to add that in now so it can cook in the oil. Oh wait! Chicken, add now. Shrimp, add at the end otherwise you'll over cook them. Doy. Or maybe do tofu! Use firm.

I was feeling particularly lazy and had little desire to chop up any vegetables beyond the onions, so I added about a cup of frozen mixed veggies (carrots, peas, corn and green beans). Continue sauteing until the frozen veggies are cooked. Or at least not frozen anymore. I think I also added some red pepper flakes at this point.

More capricious adding. This time, about a half cup of rice. I thought about adding the last bundle of soba noodles in my pantry, but decided to save that for something else instead. Salt and pepper, too. Oh, and I added about a half teaspoon of a chopped ginger. That's important. A lot of recipes will just have you throw in a couple pieces of sliced ginger, but I happened to already have some chopped ginger on hand. I think there's some benefit to cooking the rice in the flavor components for a short bit before adding the liquid? Is there? Whatever, it doesn't hurt. But for you rice novices, this is not how you cook rice for real. Rice needs liquid. And lots of it.

Enter: chicken stock. Like last time, a carton. What is that, a quart? I don't even know. 32 ounces? Whatever, no big deal.  Honestly, I only wanted to use like half the carton, but - and this happened last time as well - when I went to tear back the foil seal on the spout, the loose bit just tore off without actually opening the seal. WTF, chicken-stock-carton-manufacturers? Someone needs to look into that. I mean, the problem can't possibly be user malfunction. Anyway, so I had to tear into the box with a pair of scissors which rendered the spout's resealing capability totally pointless. So I dumped in the whole box. Good story.

 At this point, I added two big handfuls of baby spinach. My original plan was to use sliced button mushrooms, but when I went to get them out of the fridge, they were old and soggy. Sad face. But spinach is a fine substitute. Happy face!

And, finally, a can of coconut milk. I think for a soup such as this, light coconut milk is fine. I chose full phat coconut milk. Stir and let continue cooking until the rice is fully cooked. Ten minutes should be fine. But if you want to cook it longer to err on the safe side, it won't hurt at all. Plus, I want to say that the flavors will meld together better if you do that, but I just pulled that out of my ass. You can, however, use this opportunity to taste the broth and add things to your liking - more garlic, salt, pepper, etc. More ideas: lime juice, chopped chiles or cayenne pepper, soy sauce, fish sauce, egg(!).

Chomp. Or actually, slurp.

* * *

I have had these two bananas sitting on our kitchen counter for the past week and, with each passing day, they are getting more and more pathetic and near-death looking. I really felt the need to do something with them, since the last time (last...three times) this happened, I ended up just tossing a couple rotten bananas into the garbage. BUT I was also not in the mood to find and follow a recipe (and I've heard that it is in baking that you have to be really precise in your measurements and ingredients...), so I decided to just throw caution to the wind and improvise a banana cake bread. 

Ten seconds away from being tossed in the garbage can.

What I tossed into a bowl and mixed around:
  • 1 1/2 cups of all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup of sugar
  • one egg
  • a pinch of baking soda
  • sliced almonds and walnuts
  • 1/3 one avocado (I know! I figured it would do the same thing that butter was supposed to do... Plus, it was also in danger of rotting to death in my refrigerator.)
  • pinch of salt
  • mushed bananas

Well, at least it resembles a batter.

After baking in the oven at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes, this is what it looked like. 

I ate a slice and realized that this was not destined to come out as a cake. It rose some in the baking process, but not much and it was chewier and denser. Also, it had a subtle sweetness to it that made me like it more as a breakfast bread/bar thing. And then I decided I was curious to see what happened to it when I sliced it up and stuck it back in the oven a little longer. So I cranked the oven up to 450 and put them in for another 15 minutes. The pieces got more golden on top, so that was nice. But then I decided to go in a different direction and lowered the oven temperature to 265 degrees and put it back in for another 20 minutes-ish. They didn't dry out as I was secretly hoping (I blame the avocado...and maybe the lack of butter. Again, I am pulling that out of my butt. I have no idea what I'm talking about.) they would so that I could say that I magically made some improvised biscotti. But in the end, what I got was a really nice, chewy and filling batch of banana bread that would be perfect for a breakfast on the go. So there you go. Not all baking experiments have to be a disaster!

 Is it breakfast yet?

But I still totally need dessert. Forbidden root beer float, here I come!

I Made This! Asiany Coconut Soup and Banana Breakfast Bread edition.

Ever since I mentioned going an Asian route in my Garbage Soup post, I've been thinking about it constantly so I decided to finally go ahead and do it tonight.

If you're a fan of Thai food, then surely you've partaken in the pleasure-sensation that is Tom Kha soup. Maybe you find the concept of preparing a coconut chicken soup to be intimidating, but there's a really easy way to do it. It's not exactly Tom Kha - that entails a couple of more exotic ingredients like lemon grass and galangal that is not readily found in your typical Texas neighborhood grocery store - but this is an easy method that is just as satisfying in its simplicity.

Basically, what you want to do is make a chicken broth based soup. Add coconut milk and ginger. The end.

When all else fails, start with some sliced onions sauteing in a pan with olive oil. Warning: the smell resulting from this very basic first step will make you want to eat your own face. Especially if you add garlic into the mix, which I did but just forgot to mention. Anyway, remain steadfast and resist the urge. I chose to make this soup vegetarian, but if you were to add a protein, like chicken (organic and cage-free please! Less sad-tasting) or shrimp, you would want to add that in now so it can cook in the oil. Oh wait! Chicken, add now. Shrimp, add at the end otherwise you'll over cook them. Doy. Or maybe do tofu! Use firm.

I was feeling particularly lazy and had little desire to chop up any vegetables beyond the onions, so I added about a cup of frozen mixed veggies (carrots, peas, corn and green beans). Continue sauteing until the frozen veggies are cooked. Or at least not frozen anymore. I think I also added some red pepper flakes at this point.

More capricious adding. This time, about a half cup of rice. I thought about adding the last bundle of soba noodles in my pantry, but decided to save that for something else instead. Salt and pepper, too. Oh, and I added about a half teaspoon of a chopped ginger. That's important. A lot of recipes will just have you throw in a couple pieces of sliced ginger, but I happened to already have some chopped ginger on hand. I think there's some benefit to cooking the rice in the flavor components for a short bit before adding the liquid? Is there? Whatever, it doesn't hurt. But for you rice novices, this is not how you cook rice for real. Rice needs liquid. And lots of it.

Enter: chicken stock. Like last time, a carton. What is that, a quart? I don't even know. 32 ounces? Whatever, no big deal.  Honestly, I only wanted to use like half the carton, but - and this happened last time as well - when I went to tear back the foil seal on the spout, the loose bit just tore off without actually opening the seal. WTF, chicken-stock-carton-manufacturers? Someone needs to look into that. I mean, the problem can't possibly be user malfunction. Anyway, so I had to tear into the box with a pair of scissors which rendered the spout's resealing capability totally pointless. So I dumped in the whole box. Good story.

 At this point, I added two big handfuls of baby spinach. My original plan was to use sliced button mushrooms, but when I went to get them out of the fridge, they were old and soggy. Sad face. But spinach is a fine substitute. Happy face!

And, finally, a can of coconut milk. I think for a soup such as this, light coconut milk is fine. I chose full phat coconut milk. Stir and let continue cooking until the rice is fully cooked. Ten minutes should be fine. But if you want to cook it longer to err on the safe side, it won't hurt at all. Plus, I want to say that the flavors will meld together better if you do that, but I just pulled that out of my ass. You can, however, use this opportunity to taste the broth and add things to your liking - more garlic, salt, pepper, etc. More ideas: lime juice, chopped chiles or cayenne pepper, soy sauce, fish sauce, egg(!).

Chomp. Or actually, slurp.

* * *

I have had these two bananas sitting on our kitchen counter for the past week and, with each passing day, they are getting more and more pathetic and near-death looking. I really felt the need to do something with them, since the last time (last...three times) this happened, I ended up just tossing a couple rotten bananas into the garbage. BUT I was also not in the mood to find and follow a recipe (and I've heard that it is in baking that you have to be really precise in your measurements and ingredients...), so I decided to just throw caution to the wind and improvise a banana cake bread. 

Ten seconds away from being tossed in the garbage can.

What I tossed into a bowl and mixed around:
  • 1 1/2 cups of all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup of sugar
  • one egg
  • a pinch of baking soda
  • sliced almonds and walnuts
  • 1/3 one avocado (I know! I figured it would do the same thing that butter was supposed to do... Plus, it was also in danger of rotting to death in my refrigerator.)
  • pinch of salt
  • mushed bananas

Well, at least it resembles a batter.

After baking in the oven at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes, this is what it looked like. 

I ate a slice and realized that this was not destined to come out as a cake. It rose some in the baking process, but not much and it was chewier and denser. Also, it had a subtle sweetness to it that made me like it more as a breakfast bread/bar thing. And then I decided I was curious to see what happened to it when I sliced it up and stuck it back in the oven a little longer. So I cranked the oven up to 450 and put them in for another 15 minutes. The pieces got more golden on top, so that was nice. But then I decided to go in a different direction and lowered the oven temperature to 265 degrees and put it back in for another 20 minutes-ish. They didn't dry out as I was secretly hoping (I blame the avocado...and maybe the lack of butter. Again, I am pulling that out of my butt. I have no idea what I'm talking about.) they would so that I could say that I magically made some improvised biscotti. But in the end, what I got was a really nice, chewy and filling batch of banana bread that would be perfect for a breakfast on the go. So there you go. Not all baking experiments have to be a disaster!

 Is it breakfast yet?

But I still totally need dessert. Forbidden root beer float, here I come!

Not my wisest decision.

Hey, you know what's a really smart thing to do when you are allergic to dairy and trying to cut down on your sugar intake? Buy ingredients to make root beer floats.

In order to make myself feel better, let me list for you the other things that I piled into the grocery cart today:
  • broccoli
  • cauliflower (I am ready to figure out once and for all if I really do dislike cauliflower or not. So far, I'm not fond of it and I don't really know why.)
  • baby spinach
  • potatoes
  • yams
  • onion
  • frozen peas and corn
  • hummus
  • multigrain bread
  • salmon
  • bottle of Green Goodness
  • chicken stock
There. My conscience is cleared. Now I can feast on my root beer float this evening in peace. Right?

Not my wisest decision.

Hey, you know what's a really smart thing to do when you are allergic to dairy and trying to cut down on your sugar intake? Buy ingredients to make root beer floats.

In order to make myself feel better, let me list for you the other things that I piled into the grocery cart today:
  • broccoli
  • cauliflower (I am ready to figure out once and for all if I really do dislike cauliflower or not. So far, I'm not fond of it and I don't really know why.)
  • baby spinach
  • potatoes
  • yams
  • onion
  • frozen peas and corn
  • hummus
  • multigrain bread
  • salmon
  • bottle of Green Goodness
  • chicken stock
There. My conscience is cleared. Now I can feast on my root beer float this evening in peace. Right?

6.19.2011

The time Joe's Crab Shack almost got me in trouble with the law.

I spent the day with Schmoobs yesterday watching him work with his nerd corps as they prepared for their first show of the season, which took place last night about a 90-minute drive away from our home. It was a wonderful day - I got to meet the latest additions to his man harem and see him fully immersed in an activity that makes him happy and sometimes (often) drives him crazy - despite the entire day being over 100 degrees with heavy winds. It was like spending the whole day standing in front of a gigantic hair dryer.

When dinnertime rolled around, we and Schmoobs' teaching staff piled into two cars and chose to have dinner away from the group at Joe's Crab Shack. I was happy with the idea since those effing Crab Shack commercials always make me hungry and I was finally able to indulge my curiosity. Now, because I was essentially resigned to being outside in the disgusting Southern heat without the ability to shower for pretty much 20 hours (gack), I decided to forego getting a bucket of crab legs (I don't want to touch food with my hands unless I can wash up soon thereafter...I have issues, this has been well established) and instead opted for what their menu claimed was "paella." What I got instead was a skillet of white rice swimming in some kind of tomato sauce with a bunch of little bitty grocery store freezer section shrimp with faux scallops and assorted clams and mussels. And a giant mound of fried calamari on top. Anyway. I was hungry and didn't want to be a douche, so I ate it, managing to down about half before finally giving up.

Cut to three hours later. The corps had finished their performance. It was great. And I slowly but surely started to get that foreboding feeling of bile starting to crawl up my throat. Over the next hour, the desire to find a nice, hidden secluded spot to privately retch my brains out became overwhelming. But just imagine a high school campus being overrun, not just by a thousand performers and staff members, but also an entire stadium full of audience and you will understand that there was nowhere I could go to stealthily puke without anybody seeing me. Also, "bathrooms" = porta potties. So...NO.

So, deciding that the best course of action was to quietly pull Schmoobs aside and tell him that I wasn't feeling well, I took his car keys and curled over with the air conditioner blasting while I waited for their post-show obligations to finish so that we could go home. The sensation of the bile and vomit rising and subsiding came and went in waves. About an hour later, nearly midnight by this point, the desire to just finally puke my brains out and get it over with became overwhelming, so I figured that the best thing to do was drive just a bit off campus and find somewhere nice and quiet to retch. So that's what I did. About a mile away, I pulled into a completely dark and empty business park. I pulled over to the right curb of the parking lot driveway, opened up my door...and letterrip. It was both painful and glorious at the same time. It was mostly violent dry-heaving and then spitting out a mouthful of bile and drool. About four repetitions of this.

Just when I was finishing up the fourth go-round, tears streaming down my face, I looked over my shoulder to my left and noticed...a pair of headlights that had pulled up right behind me and stopped their car. Police officer. Sh*t. He exited his car, walked up to me, shining his flashlight and I just started in on it:

Stubborn Tomato: "Hi... I'm so sorry. I was just driving by and started feeling really terrible. I just needed to throw up."

CAN YOU IMAGINE? Some strange person in a parked but running car by herself vomiting on the side of a road? At midnight? As soon as the words left my mouth, I was sure the policeman was going to issue a breathalyzer test.

Thankfully...

Officer [raised eyebrow]: "Ma'am, do you know you're on private property?"

Stubborn Tomato: "OMG. I'm really sorry. It's just that... I was driving down the road... Joe's Crab Shack. We had dinner and... My boyfriend's working at the drum corps show at the high school just down the road. And we had dinner at Joe's Crab Shack. And I just started feeling really sick and I needed to just vomit. I mean, clearly [motioning officer to look down at the puddle of bile by my feet just underneath the driver's door] ...I just needed to puke and..."

Officer: "Well, you can't be on private property..."

Stubborn Tomato: "Oh, okay. Okay. I understand. OMG I'm so sorry. I'm just headed back to the high school. I just felt terrible and I'm leaving right now. Please. Okay? I can leave right now."

Officer [brief pause]: "Alright theeen...go on."

Oy. I guess, no matter how ridiculous and insane my rambling was, it was pretty clear that I wasn't drunkenly slurring my words. So I made my way back to the campus parking lot and spent the remainder of the night curled in a pathetic fetal position in the pleasantly overly-air conditioned car while Schmoobs and his staff could finish so that we could finally make the 70 mile drive home. Did I mention that it was still 95 degrees when we were heading back into town? At 2 in the morning?

Also: I wasn't aware that two of Schmoobs' staff members were coming home with us so that they could spend the night and drive back to Louisiana today, so I didn't bother to tidy up our place beforehand. And the last thing I remember mumbling to them before closing the bedroom door behind me was, "I'm sorry the carpet is so dirty. I should have vacuumed. I'm sorry. [pointing to a spot where our President of the Finer Things Club had vomited up a hairball earlier] Puke..."

The time Joe's Crab Shack almost got me in trouble with the law.

I spent the day with Schmoobs yesterday watching him work with his nerd corps as they prepared for their first show of the season, which took place last night about a 90-minute drive away from our home. It was a wonderful day - I got to meet the latest additions to his man harem and see him fully immersed in an activity that makes him happy and sometimes (often) drives him crazy - despite the entire day being over 100 degrees with heavy winds. It was like spending the whole day standing in front of a gigantic hair dryer.

When dinnertime rolled around, we and Schmoobs' teaching staff piled into two cars and chose to have dinner away from the group at Joe's Crab Shack. I was happy with the idea since those effing Crab Shack commercials always make me hungry and I was finally able to indulge my curiosity. Now, because I was essentially resigned to being outside in the disgusting Southern heat without the ability to shower for pretty much 20 hours (gack), I decided to forego getting a bucket of crab legs (I don't want to touch food with my hands unless I can wash up soon thereafter...I have issues, this has been well established) and instead opted for what their menu claimed was "paella." What I got instead was a skillet of white rice swimming in some kind of tomato sauce with a bunch of little bitty grocery store freezer section shrimp with faux scallops and assorted clams and mussels. And a giant mound of fried calamari on top. Anyway. I was hungry and didn't want to be a douche, so I ate it, managing to down about half before finally giving up.

Cut to three hours later. The corps had finished their performance. It was great. And I slowly but surely started to get that foreboding feeling of bile starting to crawl up my throat. Over the next hour, the desire to find a nice, hidden secluded spot to privately retch my brains out became overwhelming. But just imagine a high school campus being overrun, not just by a thousand performers and staff members, but also an entire stadium full of audience and you will understand that there was nowhere I could go to stealthily puke without anybody seeing me. Also, "bathrooms" = porta potties. So...NO.

So, deciding that the best course of action was to quietly pull Schmoobs aside and tell him that I wasn't feeling well, I took his car keys and curled over with the air conditioner blasting while I waited for their post-show obligations to finish so that we could go home. The sensation of the bile and vomit rising and subsiding came and went in waves. About an hour later, nearly midnight by this point, the desire to just finally puke my brains out and get it over with became overwhelming, so I figured that the best thing to do was drive just a bit off campus and find somewhere nice and quiet to retch. So that's what I did. About a mile away, I pulled into a completely dark and empty business park. I pulled over to the right curb of the parking lot driveway, opened up my door...and letterrip. It was both painful and glorious at the same time. It was mostly violent dry-heaving and then spitting out a mouthful of bile and drool. About four repetitions of this.

Just when I was finishing up the fourth go-round, tears streaming down my face, I looked over my shoulder to my left and noticed...a pair of headlights that had pulled up right behind me and stopped their car. Police officer. Sh*t. He exited his car, walked up to me, shining his flashlight and I just started in on it:

Stubborn Tomato: "Hi... I'm so sorry. I was just driving by and started feeling really terrible. I just needed to throw up."

CAN YOU IMAGINE? Some strange person in a parked but running car by herself vomiting on the side of a road? At midnight? As soon as the words left my mouth, I was sure the policeman was going to issue a breathalyzer test.

Thankfully...

Officer [raised eyebrow]: "Ma'am, do you know you're on private property?"

Stubborn Tomato: "OMG. I'm really sorry. It's just that... I was driving down the road... Joe's Crab Shack. We had dinner and... My boyfriend's working at the drum corps show at the high school just down the road. And we had dinner at Joe's Crab Shack. And I just started feeling really sick and I needed to just vomit. I mean, clearly [motioning officer to look down at the puddle of bile by my feet just underneath the driver's door] ...I just needed to puke and..."

Officer: "Well, you can't be on private property..."

Stubborn Tomato: "Oh, okay. Okay. I understand. OMG I'm so sorry. I'm just headed back to the high school. I just felt terrible and I'm leaving right now. Please. Okay? I can leave right now."

Officer [brief pause]: "Alright theeen...go on."

Oy. I guess, no matter how ridiculous and insane my rambling was, it was pretty clear that I wasn't drunkenly slurring my words. So I made my way back to the campus parking lot and spent the remainder of the night curled in a pathetic fetal position in the pleasantly overly-air conditioned car while Schmoobs and his staff could finish so that we could finally make the 70 mile drive home. Did I mention that it was still 95 degrees when we were heading back into town? At 2 in the morning?

Also: I wasn't aware that two of Schmoobs' staff members were coming home with us so that they could spend the night and drive back to Louisiana today, so I didn't bother to tidy up our place beforehand. And the last thing I remember mumbling to them before closing the bedroom door behind me was, "I'm sorry the carpet is so dirty. I should have vacuumed. I'm sorry. [pointing to a spot where our President of the Finer Things Club had vomited up a hairball earlier] Puke..."

Eff Joe's Crab Shack.

Eating bad faux paella at Joe's Crab Shack in the middle of Nowhere, TX almost got me arrested last night. Read about it here.

But before that stealth midnight vomit-party happened, I had a nice day checking out Schmoobliedoo's nerd corps yesterday.

Joe's Crab Shack, man. Never again. Unless I really want crabs legs one day and am still stuck in Texass. I'm pretty idiotic weak that way.

Here's one picture I snapped of their afternoon rehearsal. It was probably 104 degrees at this time. That's Schmooblepuffs in the middle of the circle directing the exercise and the rest of his staff sitting inside listening to the players. You can understand why, everytime Schmoobs comes home from working on tour for a length of time, my first question is, "Did you wear sunblock?"

6.17.2011

I need help.


Dear mother,

This is what happens when I abstain from having a cocktail on a Friday night.

Love,
Stubborn Tomato

ps. What would I have come up with if I wasn't sober??

I need help.


Dear mother,

This is what happens when I abstain from having a cocktail on a Friday night.

Love,
Stubborn Tomato

ps. What would I have come up with if I wasn't sober??

Hahahahaha OMG.


So I Think So You Think You Can Dance Is Awesome: Week 1.

Reasons I love SYTYCD:

1. These contestants have true talent, artistry and skill. Talent that you know has taken countless hours of intense work over years and years to develop. And skill that hasn't been manufactured in a recording studio. And artistry that doesn't necessitate stage pyrotechnics. *coughAmericanIdolcough*

2. Watching these dancers provides me the motivation in the evening to get my ass off the couch and down on the floor of our living room to at least do some stretching and Pilates or something. I mean. It's either that or throw myself out the window.

IMPULSE GOAL! Be able to do the splits again before my 32nd birthday. 11 months. Here we gooo!

This season's dancers are effing spectacular. Can we just cancel the eliminations and spend the entire season watching all of them dance every week? Seriously. At the end we can just pull a name out of a hat and declare a winner.

No, but out of all the routines, Turn To Stone was by far my favorite. I may or may not have gotten verklempt. And you know it's for true appreciation of their artistry because I'm not due to get my Pre-Monthly Confirmation That I Am Without Child for another two weeks.


And can I say I love that she is powerful and not an anorexic waif of a dancer? And he apparently survived a mugging and still has a bullet lodged in his shoulder. Bad Ass.

According to the choreographer Travis Wall, the storyline is about two statues who start off being apart. At nighttime they dance. Their motivation is to return as one statue. Notice the beginning and ending poses. Glack! I die!

...

I was all set to follow up with elimination commentary, but apparently the judges couldn't figure out which two to eliminate so everybody stays this week. See? What did I tell you. Keep everybody. Whee!

So I Think So You Think You Can Dance Is Awesome: Week 1.

Reasons I love SYTYCD:

1. These contestants have true talent, artistry and skill. Talent that you know has taken countless hours of intense work over years and years to develop. And skill that hasn't been manufactured in a recording studio. And artistry that doesn't necessitate stage pyrotechnics. *coughAmericanIdolcough*

2. Watching these dancers provides me the motivation in the evening to get my ass off the couch and down on the floor of our living room to at least do some stretching and Pilates or something. I mean. It's either that or throw myself out the window.

IMPULSE GOAL! Be able to do the splits again before my 32nd birthday. 11 months. Here we gooo!

This season's dancers are effing spectacular. Can we just cancel the eliminations and spend the entire season watching all of them dance every week? Seriously. At the end we can just pull a name out of a hat and declare a winner.

No, but out of all the routines, Turn To Stone was by far my favorite. I may or may not have gotten verklempt. And you know it's for true appreciation of their artistry because I'm not due to get my Pre-Monthly Confirmation That I Am Without Child for another two weeks.


And can I say I love that she is powerful and not an anorexic waif of a dancer? And he apparently survived a mugging and still has a bullet lodged in his shoulder. Bad Ass.

According to the choreographer Travis Wall, the storyline is about two statues who start off being apart. At nighttime they dance. Their motivation is to return as one statue. Notice the beginning and ending poses. Glack! I die!

...

I was all set to follow up with elimination commentary, but apparently the judges couldn't figure out which two to eliminate so everybody stays this week. See? What did I tell you. Keep everybody. Whee!

No Rib Shaped Meat for me this summer.

As you surely have gathered at this point, I decided to not return to Brevard this summer as a member of the dean staff. It was something I debated in my head and with Schmoobliedoos and pal Dan for a really long time, actually. Though I wasn't always walking on rainbows and gumdrops last summer while there, it was in many ways an enriching experience that I'll never forget (no matter how hard I try hahaha), not to mention an awesome time getting to know and hanging out with everyone on the dean staff. Yeah, drinking beers on Cale's porch and making crude jokes and bonding over the terrible cafeteria gourmet offerings was probably the best part.

But when the opportunity to stay home this summer and teach during the summer semester came up, it was a pretty easy decision in the end. There is a part of me that wishes I was the one over there working and hanging out with Dan, Cale, Erin and Mike again instead of the girl they hired to replace me, a pianist who I have affectionately nicknamed Other Asian. Since she's Korean. I am awesome. Hope you guys are having fun over there!


Also, though I still haven't gotten my adjunct contract yet, I did manage to harass our department secretary while on campus yesterday enough to get her to tell me how much I was going to be paid. Let's just say it's not as much as I anticipated. Motha&(&#@damn()%(*$@heads! Have I mentioned lately how completely OVER music and music acadaemia I am? Honestly, I just don't think it's fair to have to work so hard to get so little in return. So I guess being laid off after the summer is just a big swift kick in the ass sign from the universe to tell me to explore other aspects of me and life. Blergh. You know that whole "Live to work" vs "Work to live" thing? I think what I've been doing is "Work to work." I'm ready for something else. 

In the meantime, I'm going to spend the entire day tomorrow with Schmoobs and his nerd corps as they rehears and have their first show, which happens to be just an hour away from us. Hey, did you know it was 104 degrees today? Yay, being supportive! Haha. Now...where did I put my battery operated body length air conditioning unit?

Oh, and this was the thing that caused me to unzip the side zipper of my dress while in the car on the drive home from dinner last night in order for me to breathe:

FLAAAAAAAN!

The secret to a happy relationship.

Schmoobles will regularly get out of bed before me to go on a Star*ucks run and bring us back some coffee (this morning, a soy iced mocha for me). I, in turn, will wait until he is out running errands to chip away at the saved episodes of Real Housewives on our DVR.

Also, he has learned the good and decent thing to do when he is taking care of the aftermath after a night of Mexican food:


Last night, we were both at work longer than we wanted to be and he decided he wanted to reward us by taking us out to dinner at this new Mexican restaurant in town.

Number of Thai restaurants in town = 1
Number of Vietnamese restaurants in town = 1
Number of sushi restaurants in town = 2
Number of Mexican restaurants in town = ten million

Anyway, the food was surprisingly good. Not long after the queso and chips came, we both blacked out and completely forgot about our resolve to eat healthfully and without excess. Cut to an hour later and we are both mutually rolling each other to the car and making low moaning sounds to express our desire to unzip our clothing and discuss the potential efficacy of popping a handful of acidophilus pills on massaging our intestines. 

We have both committed to eat nothing but spinach leaves (let's see how that works out) while giving ourselves lashings in penitence today. 

The secret to a happy relationship.

Schmoobles will regularly get out of bed before me to go on a Star*ucks run and bring us back some coffee (this morning, a soy iced mocha for me). I, in turn, will wait until he is out running errands to chip away at the saved episodes of Real Housewives on our DVR.

Also, he has learned the good and decent thing to do when he is taking care of the aftermath after a night of Mexican food:


Last night, we were both at work longer than we wanted to be and he decided he wanted to reward us by taking us out to dinner at this new Mexican restaurant in town.

Number of Thai restaurants in town = 1
Number of Vietnamese restaurants in town = 1
Number of sushi restaurants in town = 2
Number of Mexican restaurants in town = ten million

Anyway, the food was surprisingly good. Not long after the queso and chips came, we both blacked out and completely forgot about our resolve to eat healthfully and without excess. Cut to an hour later and we are both mutually rolling each other to the car and making low moaning sounds to express our desire to unzip our clothing and discuss the potential efficacy of popping a handful of acidophilus pills on massaging our intestines. 

We have both committed to eat nothing but spinach leaves (let's see how that works out) while giving ourselves lashings in penitence today. 

Secret to a happy Schmoob-lationship.

Schmoobliebons has learned the good and decent thing to do when he is taking care of the aftermath a night of Mexican food:


Last night, we were both at work longer than we wanted to be and Schmoobles decided he wanted to reward us by taking me out to dinner at this new Mexican restaurant in town.

Number of Thai restaurants in town = 1
Number of Vietnamese restaurants in town = 1
Number of sushi restaurants in town = 2
Number of Mexican restaurants in town = ten million

Anyway, the food was surprisingly good. Not long after the queso and chips came, we both blacked out and completely forgot about our resolve to eat healthfully and without excess. Cut to an hour later and we are both mutually rolling each other to the car and making low moaning sounds to express our desire to unzip our clothing and discuss the potential efficacy of popping a handful of acidophilus pills on massaging our intestines. 

We have both committed to eat nothing but spinach leaves (let's see how that works out) while giving ourselves lashings in penitence today. 

6.15.2011

I Made This! Roasted Vegetables and Garbage Soup edition.

In an effort to finally eradicate myself of the chipmunk cheek "baby fat" (will never happen) that I've been carrying around for thirty years, or just because I turned thirty-one last month and am undergoing some kind of third-life transformative crisis, or perhaps because I have been all but laid off from my university teaching post and am seeking ways to keep myself busy/motivated/not-dead-on-the-inside, I have recently gotten on the bandwagon of healthy (...healthier...) eating and self-improvement. I imagine it's a little bit like the kind of introspective examination/affirmation that Julia Roberts' ridiculous character goes through in Eat, Pray, Love (Fart, Squeal, Poop, Barf...) in response to her moment of life crisis. Or something. Except that I don't necessarily have, you know, the dreadful lifestyle that allows me to reside in a beautiful home in Manhattan with the sort of expendable income that is able to finance running off to far exotic corners of the world for an entire year. Doesn't sound so bad to me, Julia. Anyway. Where was I?


So what I've learned is that roasting vegetables in the oven and eating them is really easy, really nutritious and - most importantly - really freaking tasty. Also: really inexpensive. What is there not to love? For those of you who are completely dependent on the presence of meat for a fully satisfying dinner, there's a really easy solution: Watch Food, Inc. on Netflix. There, done. Just kidding (not really). Sometime soon I'll talk about the equally joyful revelation of baked salmon. But you can totally pair these veggies with a nice steak or chicken breast as well. Just make sure they came from animals who came from a farm that raised them non-crually and ethically. I'm serious. Just watch Food, Inc. Otherwise your steak will taste like sadness and tears.

So, step one of making some delicious roasted vegetables is to go to your local grocer or farmer's market and pick up whatever floats your boat. I have not come across a vegetable yet that was not made infinitely more delicious by roasting in the oven (But leafy greens you'll want to do separately. We'll talk about that some other time as well.). To be honest, my least favorite so far were parsnips, but you might like them. Last night, I chose the following: brussels sprouts, carrots, green pepper, eggplant, yams, potatoes, and onion. I was going to do some green beans as well, but as you will see below, I completely ran out of room. I'll deal with those tonight or tomorrow. Just FYI, my all-star roasting vegetables that I will never tire of and that always turn out scrumptious are brussels sprouts, yams/sweet potatoes and onions.


Chop them all up into medium-sized pieces - about an inch or two? Any smaller than that and they might char too early, any bigger and they'll got soft but not caramelized. Then, just toss them in a large bowl with olive oil, salt and pepper. Seriously, that's it. So easy. You don't want it slathered in oil, but enough so that each piece has a thin coating.

Arrange them in a baking pan (or two if you tend to go overboard on quantity like I do...). The more single-layered the veggies are, the better for caramelization's sake. But - again - I always end up with too much quantity for my allotted space. Also, it's totally okay to mix up all the vegetables, but last night I decided to get a little artsy-fartsy and kind of do them separately.

Roast them in your oven at anywhere between 385 and 425 degrees for probably an hour to an hour and a half. I know that seems like a pretty significant discrepancy, but it really depends on your oven, the amount of char you like, etc. If you're doing this for the first time, just start on the lower end of the temperature scale and check in on it after an hour. Adjust from there. You'll end up with something like this. Notice how I like my brussels sprouts pretty damn well toasted. They are SO GOOD that way I promise.

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Now, when Schmoobs is out of town and I am only cooking for myself, a big bowl full of these vegetable is more than enough to satiate my hungry belly in the evening. But he is a big hunk of manly man, so he requires something else in addition. Last night I decided to experiment with the "Garbage Soup" idea. Sounds disgusting, but generally it's just cooking up a bunch of mixed or leftover vegetables/meat/etc. from your refrigerator and simmering it in some stock to make a delicious soup. Sounds easy enough, no?

I started, as I have learned is the best way to start any savory dish, by sauteeing some onions and garlic in a pot with olive oil. Also added some chopped carrots in there, since I had just a bit leftover that I didn't use in the roasted dish. Salt and pepper, of course. Sautee over medium heat until the onions are for sure softened and the carrots are starting to lose their crunchiness.

The experimentation phase begins. I tossed in dried tarragon and a dash of balsamic vinegar. Tarragon has this slightly sweet taste to it that pairs so nicely with anything poultry related. Next time you make a chicken salad (I'll show you here sometime...of course.) add some tarragon and dried cranberries. Bomb, I tell you. At this point I also added in a carton of chicken stock. If I were a more elite human being, I would have homemade chicken stock frozen and ready to go in my freezer, but I'm not and I don't. At this point, just let simmer until the broth is at least bubbling low and the carrots have reached your desired tenderness.

Continuing on, I decided to toss in some sliced mushrooms and a couple handfuls of baby spinach that were sitting in the fridge. This then turned my soup into something that looked decidedly Asian. If I wanted to, I could have gone that route and added some ginger and maybe some coconut milk.

Instead, I decided to throw in a bundle of soba noodles because I had a package sitting in the pantry. Apparently, if you get soba noodles that are 100% buckwheat, that means they are gluten free? That's cool. I'm not too concerned with that, though. But I love that these noodles cook up so quickly. Just when everything is pretty much done, throw your noodles in and let them simmer away another 4 or 5 minutes. Then you're done! Wait, I mean, taste everything as you go along and add seasoning as you desire. Stuff you may want to think about putting in, based on your taste preference: salt, pepper, cayenne pepper, garlic powder, soy sauce, even sugar.

And there's dinner! Really hearty, yummy and easy. Which is good. The quicker your dinner is prepared, the quicker you can get to watching The Real Housewives of Orange County reunion show on Bravo. Those ladies are nutso.

Macro shot of the roasted veggies on the side. I love a good macro shot.


And scene. (Is it "End Scene"?)