|Marble[wo]man Blog January 16 -
Hunting for Groceries
Saturday afternoon was spent hunting
for groceries. My plan was to come home with vegetables
to make a soup (I did obtain a couple of acorn squash and spaghetti
squash), but I came home with the essentials needed for the week.
I started with produce markets...
Then the grocery stores...
Roughly four hours within a ten mile radius, five stores in total.
(I have one more this afternoon.) Living in a well diversified
community (culturally socioeconomic), there are opportunities to
discover and replenish supplies "authentically" (contextual experience
and product packaging)--and to learn what is "quality" (dietary/taste/quantity/safety)
in relation to competitive pricing.
Once home, I put away the groceries, washed the remaining dishes,
then prepared my dinner: Blue
Plate Special [revisited]:
"Blue Plate Special [revisited]"
Pork Chop (braised); Olive Oil, Jalapeno (wheels), Mushroom (button
caps sliver-slices), Cilantro (minced); Cheddar Cheese (sticks);
Green Beans (packaged); Dinner Roll (toasted, butter).
As a fully-employed and involved parent, if I do not have enough
time to watch primetime television, what makes me think that I
have enough time to blog???
How many 'times'?!?!
Brain Drain: Sombre Psyche Soup
I awoke early in the morning, before 6am with an appetite and stuffy
nose. I had a cold (lingering at present). My
breathing was more obstructed than usual. I knew that I should
saline-wash my nasal passage to increase my ability to take in air
Predictably, I thought of a gastronomic solution: chicken soup.
I had since grown tired of such a soup: more accurately, an awareness
causing a sleepish attitude towards fowl and fish. I figured a substitute
for the meat product.
Wrapped tighter than a pig in a blanket, I wandered into the kitchen
cocooned in my feather comforter, grabbed some ground beef, coriander
leafs (which I minced), and some frozen ginger root (which I grated).
Shedding my cocoon blanket, I rolled some herbal meatballs, then
pan-fried/sauteed them. I boiled some veggie noodles in sea-salted
filtered water. The meatballs were added to the swimming noodles.
The pan juices were sieved into the pot, turning the filtered water
into a broth. A lid was placed on the pot, leaving the noodles and
meatballs to soak, tepidly steep.
Meatballs: ground beef, coriander, grated ginger
My nose was clogged (as is now), requiring a
saline solution. From my experience
recuperating from pituitary gland surgery, I knew that I had
to irrigate my skull through the nose, melting viscous mucous, which
retains potential bacteria pestilence. Cleaning the cranium, draining
the brain, a gross-out from an unlikely spigot, I gathered my tools:
a bulb syringe, boiled salt water (at room temperature).
I tilted my head back and slowly squeezed the bulb, releasing the
solution into my right nasal passage. I tiled my head to the right.
The fluid entered the ear canal, softening the snot that began to
trickle from my nose once I leaned forward and adjusted my face
over the sink basin. I pressed down on the left nostril with my
index finger, and gently blew air out of the right nostril. A clearing
of the throat, a subtle hock of a loogie. The ptui process was repeated
for the left nostril, then again in tandem--enough until fluid easily
dripped from the nose when I stood and stared into the medicine
cabinet mirror breathing easily.
By now, the soup needed to be reheated before serving. Piping delicious
proved my palate: the ginger and coriander, the noodles, the broth,
the mushy meatballs made me full-bodied. My belly, from the saline
solution and from the soup, was ostensibly bloated.
A Narcissist's Day: Lava Love
Saturday, I awoke, had breakfast (cereal, and a PBJ English muffin),
watched the morning news television programs while replying to
email and organizing my medical records. After which, I irrigated
my nose, then had a bath. While soaking, I finished reading a
"controversial" magazine article about carbohydrates, calories
Taking care of myself and the duties involved, I was having a
narcissist's day. This meant attending to my flu by staying
hydrated: water, coffee, tea--me!
Throughout the day, I did chores: laundry, dishes, shoveled the
car out of the show. I contacted family: email by day; phone by
From lunch (a leftovers sampler) to dinner (a well-done turkey
burger [jerk seasoning, raw egg, crushed pretzel sticks, and dried
parsley] covered with jalapenos, mozzarella, and tomato), I finalized
what I would do with the acorn squash purchased a week or so ago.
I knew that I had to blog about something, to stop procrastinating,
stop watching the on-demand videos that were distracting me from
the riotous calls for radical change.
To escape the chaos a continent away, I thought I should stop
thinking and start creating. I set the ingredients out the counter
adjacent to the refrigerator. Later in the evening, I would make
- Light Cream
- Peeled Tomato (hastily mashed [with a fork])
- Acorn Squash (quartered, boiled, fleshed-out)
- Butter (stick)
- Pecan (dry toasted, pestled into pieces)
Today (Sunday, 6:30 am), before I made this journal entry into the
blog, I decided that I should grab my grocery list and go to the
twenty-four hour supermarket--and fill-up the car's gas tank (more
snow this week???). However, I decided that before leaving to run
these errands, I should prep for breakfast.
Philly Steak & Eggs [ingredients]
Southwest Philly Steak and Eggs
- Corn Tortillas (flash-fried after cut into eighth chips,
seasoned with chili powder and lime juice)
- Firm Tofu (cubed, pre-/post-marinated in cayenne sauce, flash-fried)
- Beef Roast (cubed, pan-fried)
- Egg (whisked)
- Tomato (diced)
- Cilantro (dried)
- Tofu (added)
- Cream Cheese (softened)
- Jalapeno (chopped)
Philly Steak & Eggs
I noted to myself, "by Sunday's end, I must sweep and mop the kitchen