Currently, cherries are $5.99/lb, which is way better than $8.99/lb. At $8.99/lb, 2 pounds is close to twenty dollars, and I never buy them at that price, because I am always that person who is completely shocked when 20 dollars pops up onto the register screen (because the bag of cherries looked so small), and I always embarrassingly ask the cashier to take them off my bill. I've had this encounter one too many times, that I pretty much avoid them until they are a reasonable price (except for that 2 lb bag of sour cherries I just bought online for $15). Pretty soon cherries will be $3.99/lb, and by that time I will be so completely sick of them that it won't even be worth it. $3.99/lb also signifies the end of summer in my books, and for that reason alone, I will turn up my nose to those late summer cherries in disbelief that summer has to come to an end. Currently, at $5.99/lb, I am eating cherries everyday. I have recently learned about this new way to remove the pits with a paper clip (which is a novelty right now) so naturally I am de-pitting like it's my full time job. Give it a week, and I'll have a few things to say about cherry pits.
Eggplant and Chickpea Coconut Curry June 26, 2014
There are still a few things that remain on my list from my late teen years: get a tattoo, get really mad and throw a glass at the wall, buy a VW bus and drive across North America. I've attempted to get a tattoo, twice, but each time I back out at the last second. I think that pretty soon I am going to have to either commit or let that one go. Throwing the glass at a wall is bound to happen sooner or later, and maybe one day, when Brent and I are old and wrinkly, we will buy a bus and drive across North America, and then I'll eventually get really pissed (because that's a lot of time to spend with someone in a small confined space), and I'll throw a glass at the wall.
A Hearty Vegetarian Pasta Sauce June 13, 2014
If I were to jot down a 7 day food recall for you, I'm sure you'd be disgusted. You'd see a few frozen burritos, a pint of chocolate ice cream, and box of junior mints. A whole watermelon, 4 packs of raspberries, and pizza. Lots of pizza. There has been little preparation, and little cooking in this house, because it still feels remarkably foreign to me. A few days ago, I turned on the stove and set it to broil. I went upstairs for a minute, came back down, and the whole floor smelled of gas. I panicked. I turned off the stove and we all fled the house. I'm still not sure what happened. A possible fail with the ignitor? A potential break in the gas line? We'll get it sorted soon, so in the mean time, more pizza!