Serious question: do you eat food cause it is trending? I never really understood the hype around the concept of food trends. However, when I was in New York, I was overtaken and abounded by them. I am always the kind the person who thinks, "Try it and keep eating it if it tastes good." Honestly, that is how much love of greek yogurt started. Back when greek yogurt - actually yogurt in general - was a teeny tiny section of the grocery store, I had my mom purchase the peach "chobani" over my usual creamsicle yoplait whips (although to this day, I still love to indulge ;) ). Naturally I pronounced chobani completely and utterly wrong, like cho-beni (and I did this for years even after it had become popular. I tried to convince several others that I was right). Still, my love for the stuff never wained. Now, however, there is an entire 3 foot long section devoted not just to yogurt, but different varieties of greek/australian/icelandic yogurt. People talk as if the stuff never existed. Our consumerism in the states is such a funny thing in that regard. Is it possible to eat too much yogurt? I totally think the answer is a big fat NO.
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We are officially moving into oven season and I could not be more excited! As much as I love summer and gallivanting on the beach/park/boardwalk/pool, there is something so wonderful about the seasons changing and the humidity finally breaking. When I was a kid, we were only allowed to turn on the oven once the temperature broke below 75 degrees. Something about saving electricity and air conditioning, which to a 14 year old is equivalent to blah blah blah. You know, like the adults in the Peanuts cartoons. Except those adults were my parents and you could actually see their faces. Any who, as a kid I was a huge baker, so the fact that I could start baking once fall came was a HUGE deal. I would plan out all of my pumpkin and apple and plum adventures. Personally, my fall treat of choice was pie. Every thanksgiving, I was in charge of making the pie and I took my position very seriously. As a kid, I followed that recipe on the Libby's can to a t. However, as I got older, I started sneaking in other spices. One time, my mom got super mad when she found out I added UNMEASURED GINGER to our pumpkin pie. Don't worry: everyone survived. I definitely thought I was living life on the edge. Can you tell that I was the cool kid in high school? I was once the kids put my chocolate chip pumpkin bread in their faceholes.
Um like hey what's up hello, fall? Although I grew up and practically worship the beach, fall is most definitely my favorite time of year. Everything about autumn just screams my name. Just a fair warning that I will sound INCREDIBLY basic for the next five minutes but I hope that we can understand each other and move past that. Number one thing about the changing season: fall clothes. Seriously, I could live in military jackets, flannel shirts, and jewel tones if given the opportunity. I'm definitely more of a shorts and long sleeved t-shirts girl then a jeans and t-shirt girl, so I will continue to wear shorts until the 30 degree temperatures make it impossible to do so. Second amazing thing about fall: selective pumpkin products. I say selective because, as much as I love pumpkin flavored things, there are definitely things that pumpkin or pumpkin spiced should not be in. Trader Joe's, for the most part, does this pretty successfully. No pumpkin spiced hummus or salmon here (I swear to you, I have seen these things in some places). Typically, I go for their tea, soup, and pumpkin butter. Although last year, I got nervous that they would run out and bought 6 jars of pumpkin butter. I actually JUST finished the last jar, so I'm pretty sure I will not be buying pumpkin butter this year. Too much at once. Yeah everything except my killer ragweed allergy that gives me a case of walking pneumonia every year. Yeah that I could do without.
Is my craving for warm creamy things showing? As much as I love fall as a season, I have never been a fan of the cold. As I get older, I feel more aware that being cold SUCKS. Maybe it is my joints and the strain they've been put under during countless hours of ballet as a teenager. I always like to tell people that I have "old man knees." And I don't know about you, but when has warm weather made me slip and fall on the icy steps when I am walking to class? Never, that is when. But I'm basically a grandmother in a 22 year old body, so it just goes along with the persona I suppose. In any case, coldness means piling on the thermals and praying that you won't end up a sweaty mess when you head back into the cold again. It also means tea, but I'm trying to keep up an anti-cold persona.
Hi my name is Sarah and I was a pasta addict. I kid you not that, at almost every restaurant I went to, I always desired some sort of noodle component to my dinner. Thai meant pad thai or green curry noodles. Chinese dim sum meant pan fried noodles with gravy. When we sat around the kitchen table and negotiated Chinese takeout, I always demanded we order not one but two kinds of lo mein. You know, in case we ran out. And I'm sure you can already guess what I ordered at an Italian restaurant. Pizza, obviously. Pasta was something I craved. And it wasn't just pasta: it was noodles. "Strings" were the only kind I would order and the only kind of pasta I would ask for, if given the choice. And you can imagine, as the oldest sibling, the bribery I tried to invoke on my brother and sister to get spaghetti for dinner. Fortunately for them, I was not the master manipulator I thought I was.
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