Weakness or Why not?

Do you give in to your cravings? Right now, with Mike away overnight, the America’s Got Talent final on TV, one cat curled up next to me, and the other one busily licking my hair in the hopes I’ll feed him, I can’t stop thinking about two things…the bag of barbecue potato chips downstairs in the pantry and the half-full (see, optimism) bottle of red wine in the kitchen.

I don’t need either one. I had dinner — a good one (roasted veggies & couscous/quinoa) — which didn’t make up for a rare splurge at lunch — Chick-fil-A, just because it was gorgeous today and I had a new haircut (just so I could get my driver’s license renewed — bye-bye hideous photo I’ve had for 4 years) and I couldn’t stand to go back home. I also walked for 5 miles after work instead of my typical 3 or 4 (again, it was gorgeous out). But still…I don’t need the chip calories or the wine calories.

But when is it ever about calories? It’s about a lifelong love of chips and a decades-long love of red wine. It’s about being lucky enough to have a cozy house, cute annoying cats, a big TV, and chips and wine at my disposal. It’s about wondering if, on my deathbed, I’ll be glad I didn’t have the chips or wine or wonder why the hell I didn’t.

And of course there’s a back story — beach vacation in a couple weeks (yep, we finally decided to go somewhere — Myrtle Beach for the first time. We’re excited.). Plenty of indulgence to come. Bathing suit to wear. Yada yada. I could just strap the chips bag and wine glass to my thighs and be done with it.

I guess I could ask myself WWJD?

I’m thinking yes to the wine on that one.

I could ask what would any health expert/fit person/skinny person do?

Run away. Or tell themselves they’ll only have 3 chips or 2 sips…and then actually do that.

And now, the more I think about it, we also have killer cookies from Sam’s, 2 kinds of Klondikes, and Edy’s coconut fruit bars.

What are the chances I end this post, switch on the Downton Abbey Season 2 DVD, and DON’T consume a darn thing?

Willpower or Won’tpower?

Food for thought is no substitute for the real thing.
~ Walt Kelly

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 have met the enemy, and he is…thus

If you know the enemy and know yourself,
you need not fear the results of a hundred battles.
~ Sun Tzu

Say hello to the nice readers, Sweetie. Yes, you’re dashing in white, but you know I can’t resist you in black. Four times in the last two weeks, is it? They only leave me wanting more. I cried when you left last year. Twice. Once from missing you and once from relief it was finally over. But you came back. You always come back. And you’re staying a while. Tauntingly close. A 60-second ride away…waiting. Audacious too. Out there for the world to see, thumbing your nose at the neighbors. A fruit market? Zucchini? Summer squash? Grapes? Watermelon? As if. Batting cages? No contest. You’re everyone’s next stop. A beer distributor? A worthy foe, but you know you’ll win. You always win.

And you, Salty. So many years at this, you and I. You never leave for long. But you never stay long either. You go, and I crave you. You come back, and you’re gone too soon. I hate you. (I love you.) Go away. (Don’t leave me.) You’re mine. Always.

Oh yes, Mr. Tzu, I know my enemies. All too well. I also know myself. All too well. Hence my dilemma.

What about you, my friends? Have you vanquished your enemies? Tell me how.  I’m all ears (or rather, thighs).

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