Fresh Tart

What the? I'm sorry but I am NOT ready for living in total darkness! Not only limited hours of daylight, plus the end of daylight savings, but also a cruel, endless string of dark, cloudy days. Ugh! This is how dragged down I feel in March, not November. I'm toast this winter, completely. When our kids are in college, I am so out of here. Grumble.

Given that I'm firmly stuck here for the next, oh, eight years at least, I'd better reach extra-early for my tried-and-true northern-clime gloom deterrents, not usually seen consistently until the end of December. But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. First, I complain loudly and often. Then I force myself outside. Grumble. Yeah, the one sure thing that "feels me better" (as Nathan used to say) is the last thing I feel like doing - exercising in the great, dim, cold outdoors. Turns out that even watery sunlight is better than no sunlight at all. Hmph.

I also consume a lot of warm liquids. Pots of tea, mugs of hot chocolate (while playing Scrabble with Nathan - that could cheer me from the worst of moods), bowls of brothy soup. Good for my tummy and soul. Tonight's tortilla soup, followed by a hot cuppa joe, did me up pretty well. Oooh, now it's time to go soak in warm liquid - aka a bath - and I should be almost back to normal. Almost. Grumble.

Moderate it: warm liquids are so filling for very few calories. Even hot chocolate can be moderate if you make it yourself with low-fat milk, good quality unsweetened chocolate, and not too much sugar. Enjoy!

On Wisconsin! Or, not so much, since I've been back for a week already, and the Badgers are 0-3 in the Big Ten as of last night. Ouch. But no matter, the real reason for last weekend's trip was to get together with my long-time friends Cami and Michelle, and the three of us had a BLAST. Beautiful weather, lots of walking, drinks on the Terrace, Saturday morning Farmer's Market, dinner at Kabul, beer at the KK, and a real-deal Badger tailgate party (grilled brats with all the fixin's!) more than made up for a sorry football game. We had low expectations for the game anyhow - the fabulous Wisconsin Marching Band had been suspended from playing last weekend. Boooooooo! Camp Randall without the band? Pfffft, nothin'. Oh, the student section managed a few raunchy cheers on their own, but the pom squad had no drums to shake it to, half-time was completely silent, and at the end of the game, everyone just...left. No 5th quarter = no fun.

As is typical for me, a few nights of less than adequate sleep (and more than adequate beer) means getting sick. I knew I'd blown it by Sunday night - sore throat, raspy voice, here we go. I did my best to fight it off this week, but here I sit, coughing and sniffling, damn those Badgers! (But totally worth it!)

I even rallied to put on a bit of a feast Thursday night as we loosely celebrated Yom Kippur. John doesn't fast, and I'm not Jewish, but no matter - we invited Jewthran Suz and her family, and Stacey, Cooper, and Bowen as well, and had a lovely meal in honor of the most important of Jewish holidays. I made matzo ball soup with very rich chicken broth, beef brisket with gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans, and challah. Suz made a caramel apple pie and a pumpkin pie for dessert, both to die for. It was a school night, plus we had little Coop, so we ate early (and heartily, uff), and toddled off to bed by 10:00. L'chaim!

This weekend, keeping things pretty low key. Tortilla soup for dinner last night - its spicy garlicky-ness cleared the sinuses quite nicely. Wish I had some of that matzo ball soup for today, oooh, but no, it's all gone. Sniff. I still have a spot of delicious, beefy gravy left from Thursday's meal, however; I'll have to innovate around that so it doesn't go to waste. Perhaps something a la stroganoff - whisk in a bit of sour cream, serve over sauteed steak and mushrooms, I can picture it. Yeah, I can picture it quite clearly, in fact. I'm off to the store...

Hey, this is my 575th moderate epicurean post! Crazow! Who knew how much I'd be willing to write when I don't have to? I'll have to keep that in mind, if I ever go back to school, since I apparently just need to write about what I'm eating/cooking, and voila, assignment complete. I realize this speaks (potentially unflattering) volumes about my food-exhibitionist self, but there (here) it is...x 575. Wow.

Gosh, now I'm feeling a little pressure to post a landmark uber-yummy-healthy recipe. But...all I had for dinner was a couple of Ortega corn tostada shells topped with black bean spread and a bit of shredded Monterey Jack cheese, toasted until crisp-and-melty. Not one bit home-made or fresh, sorry. (Although I had some delicious locally grown blueberries for dessert - from my CSA veggie share - kapow the flavor!) OK then. A rather unimpressive and uninteresting, albeit tasty, 575th entry.

Pressure = fffffft.

Moderate it: I tend to use corn tostadas instead of tortilla chips - at 40 cals/each, you get a measured crunch without crazy cals - very good in tortilla soup and for taco-y, nacho-y type things. And yes, I'm still clearly craving Mexican food...