The best part? The roasted corn. Without a doubt.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Heat, Smoke, and BBQ
Saturday, 3:30pm, Phantom Gourmet BBQ at Government Center Plaza.
The best part? The roasted corn. Without a doubt.
The best part? The roasted corn. Without a doubt.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Good Life Decisions
On Tuesday, I got up early and went to bootcamp class. Then I saw a nutritionist. Then I ate a cupcake.
I think these were all good life decisions.
My workout schedule has me running or at the gym an hour a day, six days a week. That's a lot of calories burned. I am always hungry. I am always eating. So, I wanted to check in with a nutritionist and see if I'm fueling up with the best food possible and getting the right nutrients. And I wanted to know if I'm eating enough protein (turns out that I'm not).
In general, I already eat well. I have very few vices. Most of our conversation centered on incorporating more complex carbohydrates (quinoa! millet! buckwheat!) and more leafy greens (spinach! kale! arugula!) into my diet.
Then my nutritionist looked straight at me and asked me if I could give up sugar for two weeks. I promised her that I could. I totally could. I just neglected to tell her about my cupcake date later that afternoon. It's a secret between you and me. Please don't blow my cover.
But I'll be honest. I didn't feel guilty at all about the cupcake. I have no guilt when it comes to eating cupcakes, buying shoes, loving 90's boy bands and pop music, and generally misbehaving.
We met up at the newly opened Georgetown Cupcake on Newbury Street. It's a pretty shop, with tall ceilings, marble counter tops, and colorful Andy Warhol-style posters. We stared for a while at the cupcake display and finally decided to split the Red Velvet Cupcake and the Salted Caramel Cupcake.
The shop has a serious lack of seating and the two (only two!) tables were taken. We took our super-cute pink box of cupcakes to go, found a spot to sit in Copley Square, and got down to cupcake-eating. I'm always way more into the frosting than the cake and this was no exception. The Salted Caramel frosting tasted sweet and buttery, but the salt cut the sweetness nicely. The cream cheese frosting on the Red Velvet Cupcake was the classic, tangy-sweet frosting that you'd expect. The cake itself was moist and not too sweet.
Definitely not nutritionist-approved. There was no spinach... no kale... no quinoa. But I think our cupcake date was an excellent decision.
I think these were all good life decisions.
My workout schedule has me running or at the gym an hour a day, six days a week. That's a lot of calories burned. I am always hungry. I am always eating. So, I wanted to check in with a nutritionist and see if I'm fueling up with the best food possible and getting the right nutrients. And I wanted to know if I'm eating enough protein (turns out that I'm not).
In general, I already eat well. I have very few vices. Most of our conversation centered on incorporating more complex carbohydrates (quinoa! millet! buckwheat!) and more leafy greens (spinach! kale! arugula!) into my diet.
Then my nutritionist looked straight at me and asked me if I could give up sugar for two weeks. I promised her that I could. I totally could. I just neglected to tell her about my cupcake date later that afternoon. It's a secret between you and me. Please don't blow my cover.
But I'll be honest. I didn't feel guilty at all about the cupcake. I have no guilt when it comes to eating cupcakes, buying shoes, loving 90's boy bands and pop music, and generally misbehaving.
We met up at the newly opened Georgetown Cupcake on Newbury Street. It's a pretty shop, with tall ceilings, marble counter tops, and colorful Andy Warhol-style posters. We stared for a while at the cupcake display and finally decided to split the Red Velvet Cupcake and the Salted Caramel Cupcake.
The shop has a serious lack of seating and the two (only two!) tables were taken. We took our super-cute pink box of cupcakes to go, found a spot to sit in Copley Square, and got down to cupcake-eating. I'm always way more into the frosting than the cake and this was no exception. The Salted Caramel frosting tasted sweet and buttery, but the salt cut the sweetness nicely. The cream cheese frosting on the Red Velvet Cupcake was the classic, tangy-sweet frosting that you'd expect. The cake itself was moist and not too sweet.
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Definitely not nutritionist-approved. There was no spinach... no kale... no quinoa. But I think our cupcake date was an excellent decision.
Monday, June 18, 2012
My Week in Plates
Tuesday: The beef carpaccio at Bin 26 Enoteca:
Thursday: A salted chocolate-chip cookie to share at Canto 6
Thursday, June 7, 2012
A Boston Meme
When you're waiting for the Green Line and the right train comes
When there's a line outside Beacon Hill Pub
When Dunkin' Donuts is closed
When a significantly older gentleman hits on you and your friends at the MFA's First Friday
When you hear that the MBTA is raising subway fares
When Sweet Caroline plays during the eighth inning at Fenway
When you move apartments on September 1st
When the Celtics and the Sox are both winning on the same night
When you cross the finish line of the Boston Marathon
When you find a parking space in Harvard Square
When someone cuts in front of you at Mike's Pastry
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Touchdown.
When there's a line outside Beacon Hill Pub
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I cannot cope.
When Dunkin' Donuts is closed
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NoNoNoNoNo
When a significantly older gentleman hits on you and your friends at the MFA's First Friday
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When you hear that the MBTA is raising subway fares
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When Sweet Caroline plays during the eighth inning at Fenway
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When you move apartments on September 1st
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When the Celtics and the Sox are both winning on the same night
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When you cross the finish line of the Boston Marathon
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Like a boss.
When you find a parking space in Harvard Square
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When someone cuts in front of you at Mike's Pastry
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Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Adventures with JJ
JJ and I have the best lunches. What happens during these lunches? The more appropriate question is, “What doesn’t happen?” Because we will look at each other and ask, “What should we do next?” And then we go on an adventure.
We went to Volle Nolle in the North End last week. I read a review in Martha Stewart Living (June 2012)... The gorgeous full-page photo of the smoked salmon sandwich got my attention.
Martha clearly knows what’s up. Because the sandwiches at Volle Nolle are phenomenal. My sandwich: smoked salmon, baby spinach, cucumbers, and caper mayonnaise on French bread, rather than the usual 7-grain. It was the best thing I’ve eaten in a while, without a doubt.
Volle Nolle is not the cliched North End restaurant serving up pasta with red sauce: It’s a tiny café with blackboard menus, metal chairs, and big windows looking out on Hanover Street. And the sandwiches are all topped with cute, little cornichons. JJ approved. We want to go back and try one of the cheese plates (available only after 4pm).
What did we do next? We went to the birthplace of the Boston Cream Pie. We found the most comfortable leather couch in The Last Hurrah at the Omni Parker House, shared one piece of Boston Cream Pie, and ordered Cork Street Coffee, spiked with Bailey’s and Frangelico. Two and half hours later, we decided it might be time to go.
I can’t wait to see what we do next week.
We went to Volle Nolle in the North End last week. I read a review in Martha Stewart Living (June 2012)... The gorgeous full-page photo of the smoked salmon sandwich got my attention.
Martha clearly knows what’s up. Because the sandwiches at Volle Nolle are phenomenal. My sandwich: smoked salmon, baby spinach, cucumbers, and caper mayonnaise on French bread, rather than the usual 7-grain. It was the best thing I’ve eaten in a while, without a doubt.
Volle Nolle is not the cliched North End restaurant serving up pasta with red sauce: It’s a tiny café with blackboard menus, metal chairs, and big windows looking out on Hanover Street. And the sandwiches are all topped with cute, little cornichons. JJ approved. We want to go back and try one of the cheese plates (available only after 4pm).
And then we set off in search of the best bakery in the North End. In the process, we accidentally joined a tour group. Oops.
And this week? We went to Sam LaGrassa's. We sat at the long communal table and stared in awe at our sandwiches. They. Were. Huge. I had the Chicken Classic (hold the Russian dressing); JJ had the tuna melt. No cornichons here; just one big deli pickle.
What did we do next? We went to the birthplace of the Boston Cream Pie. We found the most comfortable leather couch in The Last Hurrah at the Omni Parker House, shared one piece of Boston Cream Pie, and ordered Cork Street Coffee, spiked with Bailey’s and Frangelico. Two and half hours later, we decided it might be time to go.
I can’t wait to see what we do next week.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
#ThisIsCrazy Sangria
On December 31, 2011, I decided that 2012 was going to be phenomenal. And, before I knew it, it sort of caught on.
We decided that January was going to be (obviously) phenomenal. February was epic. March was outrageous. April was sassy. May was solid gold.
Then this little gem entered our lives.
And we love it.
We kicked off Memorial Day weekend with a picnic. I made sangria – a summery, fruity white wine sangria.
When B asked if it was solid gold sangria, I said no. It’s #ThisIsCrazy sangria.
June is #ThisIsCrazy. And I have a feeling that the whole summer is going to be too.
Strawberry-Peach White Wine Sangria
(Adapted from Strawberry Mojito Sangria in Women’s Health Magazine, June 2012)
½ cup lime juice
½ cup simple syrup
7 cups sauvignon blanc
1 cup ripe peaches, sliced
10 strawberries, sliced
In a pitcher, combine the lime juice and simple syrup and stir well. Add the wine, peaches, and strawberries. Refrigerate for at least three hours. Stir well before serving.
How to make simple syrup:
I use the simple syrup recipe that is part of the official Kentucky Derby Mint Julep recipe. I make a batch (without the mint) and store it in glass Mason jars in the fridge.
We decided that January was going to be (obviously) phenomenal. February was epic. March was outrageous. April was sassy. May was solid gold.
Then this little gem entered our lives.
We kicked off Memorial Day weekend with a picnic. I made sangria – a summery, fruity white wine sangria.
June is #ThisIsCrazy. And I have a feeling that the whole summer is going to be too.
Strawberry-Peach White Wine Sangria
(Adapted from Strawberry Mojito Sangria in Women’s Health Magazine, June 2012)
½ cup lime juice
½ cup simple syrup
7 cups sauvignon blanc
1 cup ripe peaches, sliced
10 strawberries, sliced
In a pitcher, combine the lime juice and simple syrup and stir well. Add the wine, peaches, and strawberries. Refrigerate for at least three hours. Stir well before serving.
I use the simple syrup recipe that is part of the official Kentucky Derby Mint Julep recipe. I make a batch (without the mint) and store it in glass Mason jars in the fridge.
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