I kind of hate charging my iPhone while listening to music on Amtrak because it’s like I’m plugged into the train and what if there’s a sudden electrical something and my brain gets fried?!
File under: Things I never thought to be afraid of but am now afraid of.
I have big plans for cauliflowers this fall. Recording them here so I remember.
-Chop into florets, toss with olive oil, roast on baking tray, season with s&p. Separately, caramelize a bunch of onions (or leeks) (or a mix?). Layer roasted florets and onions in a casserole dish, top with a creamy goat cheese, throw it back in the oven at high heat until the cheese browns. (Maybe some herby breadcrumbs under the cheese? TBD.) More black pepper before serving.
-Chop into florets, toss with olive oil, roast on baking tray, season with s&p. Toss with good tahini, parsley, a little lemon and a drizzle of pomegranate molasses. This is a variation on the cauliflower salad that I had at Tanoreen six years ago and have not forgotten.
-Something along the lines of Foodspin’s tour de force mashed cauliflower recipe, except with coconut milk instead of the dairy, and lots of turmeric and curry.
My mother knows I have a tumblr. She says she doesn’t read it, and, frankly, nothing I post on here would be a problem if she read it (yes, you are not getting me in my full uncensored glory. This is probably for the best.) But sometimes something happens and she says “don’t blog about this” and then I frequently have to go back and delete something I’ve posted moments earlier, just in case.
As a young teen I kept my zine secret from my parents for the first couple of issues, but then they discovered what I was doing and my mom had a moderate to severe freakout about the fact that I put our return address (which was a rural free delivery box number) on mail that went “to strangers all over the place.” (Privacy concerns 1.0.)
Now my mom texts me, asking for RTs so she can get more followers on Twitter.