Willie and Maddie have been kind of lackluster the last couple of weeks, too
Most of my meals as of late are stolen. I guess not, in the most technical sense of the word, since I both a)paid 26k for my education and b)am only taking food that would be thrown away or fed to the PM students. But the basic idea is that I haven’t really bought any groceries in a while, instead preferring to take whatever is leftover at school. I’ve used it both at home, and to feed the doctors. It’s not like it’s swill, either. I mean, I’m talking full, uncut loaves of bread still warm from the oven. I’m talking 4 freshly griddled reuben sandwiches. I’m talking an entire pot of duck and pork rilette that hasn’t even been pierced. It’s good, fresh, expensive stuff. It just happens that we overproduce at school.
Saving the money on groceries has been great. We just bought the new Canon Vixia HV30, which is a high-def “prosumer” camcorder. It’ll come in handy for the wedding, and for my eventual home porn business, which will never happen, but is a good excuse for buying things. “I really can’t afford this shirt…oh well. I’ll just put it on the credit card and go home and sell some amateur porn.” Right. I don’t even like to be photographed in my clothes, let alone have HIGH DEFINITION action footage of my thigh-meat jiggling around in the manner of barely-set custard.
The other thing is that I have little food motivation lately. I’m in baking and pastry, which is AWESOME, except for that I have gained a pound or two, and my wedding is in LESS THAN THREE WEEKS. Yes, I’m yelling a lot. But seriously. Less than three weeks. And I’m gaining weight. Suck. I’m not terribly worried, though. I’m sure it will be fine given that I haven’t tried on my wedding dress since November.
But it’s also very distracting. It’s such a big thing, you know? And I’m in this strange-ass city with no friends or family, and I’m homesick and bitter and nervous and lonely. Chris is great, but I feel like I should be surrounded by festivity right now, and instead I’m not. Plus, I get the feeling I’ve started alienating the people I DO know down here by talking about how much I hate Texas. And that makes me feel like complete dog shit. I didn’t realize how much I’d been doing it until it was pointed out to me. Ugh.
So I’m a little down. But excited, you know, for May 9th. The one fantastic constant between Colorado and Texas has been Chris, and he’s amazing. And he’s been trying to participate in ritualistic bride stuff as much as he’s able.
Chris modeling a pre-nuptual Origins clarifying masque
We did find a farmer’s market on Saturday, though, which was uplifting. I love farmer’s market, and those of you who have been reading this for some time may remember my trials trying to find a decent farmer’s market out here last summer. This one was, ironically, in the parking lot of my school. I bought some fantastic carrots, onions, fennel, broccoli, and grass-fed short ribs from a humane cattle farm. I’ve entirely stopped buying meat that isn’t certified (or verifiably) humane. It makes me feel better about the whole food chain thing. So we had a great stir fry with the broccoli and some carrots on Saturday, and then braised the short ribs in pinot noir, beef stock and garlic, shredded it, and put it on some polenta with a drizzle of the red wine reduced, and some of the fresh carrots, still pretty crisp. I hate soft carrots. The carrots were ridiculously sweet and delicious. They still had that snap and juice to them that comes only from carrots that were pulled out of the ground in the last 48 hours, and they tasted like honey.
And a week ago our grocery store had prime rib on sale for 8.99/#, so I bought a big bone-in standing rib roast and cooked it up. I made mashed potatoes with butter, truffles, and fresh peas, and a basic jus.
Fantastic, fattening, and utterly decadent food. Small portions for poor me, obviously, but it was still like a big hug from a hunk of meat. I took the leftovers from the prime rib to school and shaved them very thinly with our slicer, brought them home, and served them on some cottage cheese and dill rolls that were made at school that day. It was a fantastic matchup, with the soft and buttery roll surrounding the very rare shaved prime rib. And the fact that the rolls, before being baked, were being referred to as “the cottage cheese dill dough,” didn’t hurt my spirits. Heh.
Other than that? I’ve eaten a lot of puff pastry. And pate a choux. And pastry cream. And guilt. And I can’t wait to go home and see everyone and turn into a wife and get to stop wearing attractive underwear. Kidding.