I’m pretty proud of the fact that I can count the number of super bowls I’ve watched on one hand. I hate football with a passion. During high school I was part of my school’s color guard. We were pretty good. Ramsey High School was much better known for Big Blue, its band and guard, than it was for any of its sports team. We competed on weekends all over the northeast, but Saturday mornings were our dress rehearsals, halftime at the high school football games. For four years I was forced to watch football. As soon as I could escape I did.
When I started my gluten-free adventure, I was mostly fearful of loosing two things–pasta and sourdough bread. I know I can make both on my own, I just haven’t had the time or courage to try yet. When I came across Brooklyn Supper’s Lamb Ragu over Polenta, I never thought it could fill that big pasta hole in my stomach, but the recipe looked so good, I had to at least try.
When the temperature drops, the first thing I crave is chili. The past couple of weeks have been in the high 20s, sometimes flirting in the 30s. My standard crockpot chili recipe is a good standby, but I was interested in creating something different. Usually when I’m searching for a new twist on an old recipe, I turn to my Secret Recipe Club pairing for an idea. Serena and Deanna over at a Teaspoon of Spice did not disappoint.
Thanksgiving was a little different this year. Usually my husband and I celebrate with both families on the same day. Early supper at 2pm with my family followed a later dinner at 6pm with his family, both with tables topping a dozen guests. Don’t even talk to me about food comas. But this year we did mini celebrates, one per day. On actual Thanksgiving we celebrated at my grandma’s with my immediate family dining on a traditional turkey with (much appreciated) gluten-free everything on the side. Dinner number one was delicious, but it was Friday’s dinner at my in-laws house that blew my mind. And it had nothing to do with the fancy cherry-stuffed turkey roulade.
I am obsessed by one lunch spot by my office: Dishes. It’s one of these catch-all deli joints with salads to order, sandwiches, soups, baked goods and a hot/cold salad bar by the pound. Except it’s super elevated. Think couscous almond cranberry salad instead of fried rice. Crispy coconut shrimp instead of soggy mystery meat. But it’s not the pay-by-the-pound bar counter or even the baked goods I go for, it’s the prepared dessert.