$3.00 well spent

I’m a Pitt grad, and a former employee of the University, so I have a special affinity for the Cathedral of Learning. Is there a more magnificent building on any campus anywhere? If so, I’d love to know about it. If you don’t know anything about the Cathedral, Wikipedia has a good rundown. My favorite part of the story is how schoolchildren helped raise money for building it in the 1920s — a dime at a time.

I’m kicking myself that I didn’t take my camera yesterday. My sister and nephew are in town, and we planned a little outing to visit the Nationality Rooms at the Cathedral and then have lunch. I rarely get to Oakland these days, and going back it amazes me that I spent so much time there. One of my student jobs involved hand-delivering documents all over campus, so I got to know the buildings and shortcuts and miles and miles of pavement pretty well. I must have ridden the Cathedral elevators hundreds of times — trust me…there is no stomach flop like a Cathedral elevator stomach flop every time it stops at a floor. I studied in the magnificent Commons Room or ate my bag lunch tucked away in a window nook on the 2nd or 3rd floor. I took French in the French Room — one of the 27 country-themed classrooms on the first and third floors. And I visited random other of the Nationality Rooms over the years. But I never made it a point to tour every room — until today.

It was not the best choice for a day with temps in the mid-90s. It was hot. Africa hot. (name that movie — one of my faves..Biloxi Blues) Downright stifling in many of the rooms.  But still, all I can say is…do it. If you live in Pittsburgh and haven’t been there…do it. If you’ve been there once, but years ago…do it again. If you come for a visit…do it while you’re in Oakland visiting Phipps or Carnegie Museum. The craftsmanship of these little gems, tucked in a building that itself is a wonderful gem, is stunning. Even if you went to Penn State, or CMU, or the Sorbonne…do it. I don’t think you’ll be sorry.

The newer, third floor rooms have built-in narrated tours, simply by flipping a switch when you enter. The first floor rooms have a taped tour, which is humorously low-tech.  (You give them $3.00 at the information desk and leave your license with them; they hand you a cassette player with a key attached and send you on your way.) The neat thing is, these rooms aren’t just roped off displays (except for a a few that are observation only) — they are used as actual classrooms. And I can tell you, it was special taking a class in one (much better than what were very average classrooms in other parts of the building — BAD memories of my worst class ever — Cost Accounting — in one of those rooms).

It’s hard to pick a favorite: maybe the India room (neat layout)…maybe the Ukrainian room (beautiful tiled stove)…maybe the German room (wonderful stained glass windows depicting children’s fairy tales). You can see pictures of the rooms on another Wikipedia page here. But if you’re interested in architecture and objets and history, go see them in person, if you have the chance.

We didn’t finish off our tour with lunch (cheese fries) at The O, but I wanted to (I was vetoed). Both sisters I was with had worked at the University as well, so it was a trip down memory lane for all of us. When my old roomie comes for a visit next month, I wish we had time to spend a few hours on campus, seeing our old haunts, reminiscing, and yes, eating O fries again.

In the meantime, this brief visit was enough for me to recapture some of that old school spirit…Hail to Pitt!

Alma Mater wise and glorious
Child of light and bride of truth
Over fate and foe victorious
Dowered with eternal youth
Crowned with love of son and daughter
Thou shalt conquer as of yore
Dear Old Pittsburgh!
Alma Mater
God preserve thee evermore
~ Pitt’s Alma Mater…set to the tune
of the German national anthem…
and yes, I know it by heart

I crave, therefore I cook

Today was one of those days — jonesin’ for flavor. Plus, I had a lot of odds and ends in the fridge that I knew I had to use…so that prompted one of my favorite summer treats — fresh salsa!

I posted this recipe before, so I’ll just show the end result:

I love this stuff (and so does everyone else I make it for). I’ll be happily munching on this for the next few days. It wasn’t even part of dinner.

One of the other bits of something I had to use up was the remainder of a head of cauliflower. About half of it went into a really yummy cauliflower salad a couple weeks ago (yes, it’s been around that long). Today the rest turned into this: cauliflower roasted with olive oil and cumin. Super simple. Super delicious.

Even Mike, who’s not the biggest cauliflower fan, really likes this. (I should be clear: Most of the time, Mike likes what I make, but frankly, some days I don’t really care. My palate needs what it needs. And it would be happy eating this cauliflower, or pretty much any roasted veggie, every day.)

But these were just the “use up the odds & ends” dishes. What I was really craving was a roasted sweet potato salad. Had a recipe from the mayo jar, but it really wasn’t what I had in mind. I wanted more savory, and no mayo. (Although, to be clear again, mayo is a god to me. I love mayo. I inherited that from my dad. My life would be nothing without mayo. But not today, not in roasted sweet potato salad.)

So after browsing about a dozen different recipes online, I made up my own based on what sounded good.

Savory, for sure. So first I mixed cubes of sweet potatoes with olive oil, cinnamon, chile powder, a bit of cayenne, a little coarse salt, and pepper. I chopped up some onion I had left and added that too. Spread it all on a baking sheet. (Is anyone else a big fan of non-stick foil? LOVE IT…I even use it on the grill so I don’t have to clean the grates all the time.)

This went in the oven (set to “roast” on my convection oven — 400°) while I worked on the other ingredients.

Several of the recipes I liked added nuts. So I toasted what I had — some pecans, some almonds, some walnuts. I always do this on top of the stove in a skillet because it’s easy. Toasting makes the nuts more flavorful, so you can use less. Plus, I store my nuts in the freezer, so I also toast them to warm them up.

After about 10 minutes of toasting (stir them occasionally and watch them so they don’t burn), I chopped them up along with a few dried apricots I had (more pantry clean-up). I also added what I had left from a bag of craisins. (I love a savory-sweet combination.)

After about 30 minutes of roasting (I forgot to set the timer), the sweet potatoes were done. For some reason, they don’t get crisp like regular potatoes, but they were soft and delicious. (Actually, they don’t look any different in the “after” picture than the “before.”)

After these cooled a bit, I threw everything together. Here’s the sneaky part — as I was cleaning out the fridge, I discovered some balsamic vinaigrette I had made for a different salad recipe a couple weeks ago. The recipe (for a wild rice salad I didn’t end up liking all that much) made a ton, so instead of having to make dressing, I was set! Great surprise find.

It’s hard to drizzle and take pictures at the same time.

A couple stirs and that was it. I just switched to a smaller bowl (which happened to be vintage Pyrex inherited from my Aunt Jenny — very in vogue right now according to my Country Living magazine), and left it sit at room temperature for a couple hours while I went about my evening. (Room temperature salad was part of the crave — didn’t want anything cold.)

My poor photography skills aside (NOT inherited from my dad, who was a photographer by trade), this was one great salad! Next time, I might consider adding some finely chopped celery for the crunch and added bit of savory, but I wouldn’t hesitate to make it just this same way again — and for company, too.

Another “good thing” (to steal from Martha), is that cleaning up the odds & ends in my fridge also contributed to my composter.

Seriously, I am not much of a crunchy organic person, but I do love my compost! We inherited the bin with the house, and someday I’ll replace it with something more snazzy that tumbles or at least has doors on both sides. But this one is OK for something basic.

Not only does it feed my garden, it makes me feel a lot less guilty when the strawberries go bad or I forget about that red pepper I paid a fortune for and only used half of, and other such wastefulness.

Someday, I’m going to buy an indoor composter that I can use all winter long. Or maybe an earthworm composter. (Some women want jewels, I want composters. And a roto-tiller.)

Anyway, sorry to digress into talking about garbage in the middle of a food post.

I’ll just leave you with this — tonight’s savory dinner. Simple, but crave-worthy.

And now, maybe something sweet.

Klondike, anyone? I’m buyin’!

One of the very nicest things about life is the way
we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing
and devote our attention to eating.
~ Luciano Pavarotti

I may not be wearing purple yet…but lavender is a distinct possibility

We were at our neighbor’s 4th of July party the other night and one of the women there was busy taking pictures of people’s feet. Not for fetish purposes (I don’t think) — she explained that when she turned 40 (which I assumed was recently), she bought a book about how to break out of ruts and shake things up a little. Apparently “Take unusual pictures” was one of the points of advice. As she was leaving, I heard her say, “Maybe next time I’ll do ears.”

I think I’m in “shake it up a little” mode, too. I just bought a slightly ridiculous new pair of glasses (and not just for how expensive they were — stupid bifocals). They have chunky plastic frames instead of my usual, safe, disappearing wire rims, in the decidedly unsafe shades of light blue and brown. With some flowers thrown in on the sides for good measure. I couldn’t decide if they looked clownish or cuteish — so I went for it (especially since Mike was noncommittal and the ladies at the optometrist didn’t laugh). And I decided to go blonder for the summer (which unfortunately turned into going oranger for the summer, but oh well. Now I match the cats.). And as of today, shorter, too. I’m just thinking…who cares if my glasses look dumb — hardly anyone ever sees them but me. And hair grows out. And blue toenail polish can be here and gone in a minute.

I haven’t yet decided to pierce anything, tattoo anything, or jump out of or off of anything. But it’s only Wednesday. And it’s only July 6. I may not be ready to wear purple yet, but I’m so ready for lavender. With a stopover at blue first.

P.S. And I should have bought one of those custom-fitted toe rings at the craft festival this past weekend! But the fitting process was a little weird…again, not for fetish purposes (I don’t think), but a little weird nonetheless.

It’s sad to grow old, but nice to ripen.
~ Brigitte Bardot

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