Sunday, July 27, 2008

Deviled Eggs from Diemand Farm

As you may know by now I am a BIG fan of Diemand Farm out in Wendell MA. It is a family farm and for about five or seven years now I have been getting the Thanksgiving turkey from there.

The turkeys from Diemand Farm are quite literally the best turkeys I have ever tasted. I usually put my order in around the beginning of October and then Grandpa and I go out the weekend before Thanksgiving to get it - which we call Turkey Shoot Weekend.

If you want the best dang turkey ever this year, let me know. Put your order in and I will gladly pick it up for you if you don't feel like driving out to Wendell.

Anyway, for various mechanical reasons that are beyond me, my Mom asked me to put 200 miles on her car so that she could have it reinspected.

I had every intention of going to help my dear friend Moey make Sassy Sauce, but then of course one thing led to another and I ended up just going to the farm instead.

Getting there is a crap shoot. One minute you are barreling down Route 2, the next minute you are basically attempting a handbrake turn off onto a tiny side road.

And actually you probably shouldn't be barreling down Route 2 through Erving because the police there are annoyingly alert. Just FYI. Don't say I never give you anything.

The bridge will ONLY let one car on at a time. I am not kidding.

Once you cross the bridge, starting looking for these signs:

Only usually they are higher up and harder to see:


No sh*t, these are back roads. It's like Deliverance country back there. Dueling banjos and all.


But the reward is a) a trunk full of the best chickens ever, b) 4 dozen farm fresh eggs & other kitchen staples, and c) a little box of deviled eggs.


How sad is it that I can't even restrain myself from devouring them before I could get a proper picture.

Ah *sigh* well, here is what I did manage to snap before the piranha instinct kicked in again.


Sweet, sweet little nuggets of love......

And then I zigzagged my way home, cutting through Sudbury and Concord and down route 117, so that by then end of the trip, voila!:

Two hundred miles!

After pho - tea time at the Super 88

So after we went to Pho Hoa (see post below) we went to the Super 88.

I am in love with the tea aisle at the Super 88. And apparently it loves me back. Or it would with a strong cup of New Wei Gei Tea...



There are dozens of diet teas, extract teas (the chicken one has me a little perplexed), remedies for booze, boobs, & bowels, cures for TV/Computer, and apparently a Baywatch tea....

Then there are the *ahem* stamina teas, which of course are kept on the upper shelves.








Oh yeah, and they were also selling corn in a bag. Curious.





FYI - I think if you click on a picture you can see a larger view.

A pit stop at Pho Hoa

Last night my buddy T called up and said "hey, whachoodoin let's go to the market, and get something to eat ok".

Ok! Eating and shopping - my two favorite things.

First we went to Pho Hoa on Dot Ave which to be honest I had no idea was a chain. But it is, and it's still good.

T had the grilled chicken rice plate and I had a small chicken pho.

After we placed our order we were given a pot of cold tea (which unlike cold tea in Chinatown at 2am is NOT beer) and a plate of veg for the pho.

The long leaves on the top are culantro, underneath is a stalk of basil, a pile of bean sprouts, a wedge of lime, and a green pepper. Basically you shred the culantro and the basil with your fingers, dump it in the soup with the sprouts and then squeeze in the lime. The hot soup will sort of wilt the sprouts and it tastes delicious.


Then on a little side dish I usually mix a little hoisin sauce with sriracha sauce and dip chunks of chicken in that.

Dear readers, I really tried to get a picture of the food, but I am a savage and well, all you get are the sad remains.

Seriously. I am like a piranha around food.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Dinner @ Nicoles with a side of extra HOT!!!!

So I was slowly sauntering home tonight from the BCAE and since I hadn't eaten anything since lunch, and it was a little after nine, I decided to stop at Nicole's for a slice and some salad.

(
I love their house dressing. Love, love, love it. If I could, I would marry it. I really would.)

Anyway so as I walk in I notice that there is a really ridiculously HOT guy standing in the tables & chairs area on his cellphone.

Whatever, it's the South End, hot guys abound. However, this lovely looking fella looks just like a young Steve McQueen, ie:

(image from William Claxton, and is available for purchase. If you love me as much as I love Nicole's house dressing, please will you buy me a life sized poster. Thank you.)

So as I place my order, he comes up to get his. And he notices me slavering over his, *ahem*, slices of pizza and starts chatting away.

Turns out he is a fireman at Engine 22 (700 Tremont Street if you want a looky-loo for yourself). And he is from Arkansas. And utterly charming.

Sadly it was his day off, so no uniform.

Which I suppose is a good enough reason to go burn some toast at my folks house (it's their local firehouse).

Friday, July 18, 2008

From the "Shut the F*ck UP" file....

If you know me at all, you know that sugar is my weakness. White sugar, fake sugar, brown sugar, raw sugar, burnt sugar, you name I will eat it.

So when I read that 5,000 gallons of molasses spilled in SUGAR LAND of all places, well let me just say that the ticket is booked and the spoon is packed.

I love molasses, especially in the winter, spread on hot buttered toast. But I also have zero problem eating it out of the bottle.

Seriously, this makes me almost as drooly as that one time the cheese truck caught on fiyah!


Monday, July 14, 2008

Gnocchi For Lazy People

I love gnocchi.

The best gnocchi I ever ate was at the Butcher Shop in the South End. Typically it is served with a tomato-meat sauce, but sometimes I cannot stand meat sauce so they very kindly made it with just a little basil, some garlic, and a scrape or two of cheese.

With a glass of wine it was sheer heaven.

The worst I ever ate was in Nice with my Mom the afternoon after her Dad (my beloved Pepe) died. The gnocchi were gluey and the wine mediocre, although it could have also been due to the fact that I was already choked up on sorrow. I later threw it all up in the Galleries Lafayette bathrooms to the sympathetic horror of the Madame attendant.

Never say die however!

Nowadays when I want a quick & totally satisfying meal I make gnocchi the lazy way.

1. Heat up a little olive oil in a pan

2. When the oil is hot toss in a handful of frozen Gem Potato Gnocchi (they're sold at Whole Foods, in the freezer section, duh. Gem is located in Rhode Island and their products are terrific)

3. Also toss in some garlic and basil - I use the frozen cubes I get at Trader Joe's. If you use fresh, just put the garlic in at this point.

4. Shake and gently toss until they are golden brown.

5. Put on a plate and if you are using fresh basil, chop it and sprinkle it all over. A few grates of cheese would be good too I think. And also a little sea salt and some pepper.

Sometimes I will dump in half a can of chopped tomatoes, but you might want to drain them first. And yes, use the gnocchi straight from the freezer.

The best thing is that this dish is fast, easy, delicious, and if you are REALLY lazy you can eat it with the spatula out of the pan, thereby only using two kitchen items!

Let me know if you try it.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Let Me Explain About the Avocado

I still don't like them. And after the whole guac-debacle last night, shudder, I think that I have satisfied any curiosity about liking them ever again.

And I am definitely NOT with child. It was gas. Same thing from what I hear though.

But I ought to explain that the weirdest thing happened to me. It used to be that I could eat avocados. I didn't feel much either way, if they were there, I ate them.

However, one morning I woke up and could not stand three things: avocados, the Rolling Stones, and the Doors. Weird huh!

I can sort of stand the Rolling Stones again, but it's a very limited set list. I can maybe listen to about one Doors song, but that's it.

And as for avocados, well, you know. Not so much.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Since it's technically IMPOSSIBLE that I am with child

People should be getting ready for the second coming of the Messiah because even though it is woefully technically not possible that I am "avec bebe", I want to know how else it is possible that I just ate an entire smallish container of guacamole.

Especially considering that I HATE avocados. I mean I really do LOATHE them.

I have this idea in my head that if you were to gently poach a slug, it would be of the same consistency as an avocado. Plus the word 'guacamole' reminds me of the word 'guano' which means batpoo. A good rule of thumb to me would be to avoid eating anything that begins with the letters g-u-a.

Blech!

But for some strange & bizarre reason, I bought some guacamole today and ate it. I sort of feel satisfied and contented, but also I now really want to throw up.

*sigh*

*image from Colintheriot @ Daily T Shirt

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Inexplicable Craving

You know how it can get. You eat your veg, eat your five fruits, get enough fiber, water, and vitamins.


Then WHAM-O


What your body really craves is a frikin' Happy Meal.


*sigh*

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Ahhhh, now THAT is my kind of cake

Truth be told, my favorite guilty pleasure cake is a supermarket cake from the "Bake Shoppe". The kind that is 100% artificial with about 7lbs of sugar in it.

It's even better the next day when the frosting develops a fine crust layer and the cake is just ever so very slightly stale-ish.

So I bet that this cake, all 400lb of glorious frosted sheet cake, would sort me out for life:

Holy crap! AND it come with real live sailors!!!!! It has to be cut with a sword!!!!!


Errrghhhhh......... Me likey! Me wanty right NOW!!!