I noticed the other day that a new sandwich shop called “Which Wich” has opened across the street from the local post office, so I decided to try it out. Their gimmick is that below the wall menu is a bunch of hoppers with different paper bags in them, one for each category of sandwich (e.g. turkey, ham, specialty, etc.), and printed on each bag is an order form where you can use the provided markers to check off the type of bread, toppings, etc. you want, whereupon you hand it to the cashier, who rings up your order and then hands it to the preparer to follow like a deli order slip, sliding it along until the completed sandwich reaches the end of the prep area and is inserted into the aforementioned bag. It seemed like kind of a neat idea at first, and maybe it would make things more efficient when things are busy; but I was the only customer ordering and it seemed to me that it just added more complications to the process. Even with my clearly marked instructions on the bag/form, I still had to watch the guy preparing the sandwich and remind him I’d asked for cucumber.
At least the guy had his salesmanship down, asking how my day was going and then saying it would get better once I got the sandwich. But it didn’t live up to the hype; the sandwich was okay but fairly ordinary, a lot like Potbelly or maybe Penn Station. The ordering gimmick is the main thing that distinguishes it. And I don’t know if that gimmick would really appeal to the university students who are likely to be the store’s main clientele, and who have enough bubbles to fill out on forms as it is. “Now you can have the fun of pretending to take a test while you order lunch!” Yeah, that’s a good idea…
Still,the menu did list some varieties of sandwich I haven’t seen elsewhere and might want to try, like chicken pesto or black-bean patties — and they offer spinach as well as lettuce, which is good. So if I should again happen to find myself at the post office around mealtime, I may decide to give it another try. At least it’s good to have another option.
Actually there’s a lot of new construction around the university these days, new apartment buildings going up all over the place to accommodate the student market, and there are a number of storefronts included on the ground floors. I’ve noticed a few new signs already going up closer to home, including a Mexican restaurant, a frozen yogurt place, and a Waffle House — which is cool, since I’ve long lamented the lack of a breakfast-type eatery in the area. And there’s still plenty of room for other businesses. I wonder what other dining options might materialize in the neighborhood soon.
I went for a walk today to enjoy the 70-degree weather, and I decided to take a path that would a) include a long, moderate uphill climb so I could get some decent exercise and b) bring me to an area near the university where various sandwich shops and the like were located, in case I decided to buy lunch at one of them. But I wasn’t really in the mood for the available options, though I was leaning toward one.
But then I noticed that there was some kind of food cart on the corner, and decided to investigate. It was someone giving out free samples of Sabra brand hummus. Never one to pass up free food (if it’s a kind I like, and I do like hummus), I took a couple of samples and decided my lunch selection had been made for me. I already had some pitas and vegetables in the fridge, so now I’m having hummus pitas with tomato, cucumber, and onion, and they’re reasonably good. The hummus has a little too much bite for me, but it works better blended with the other flavors, and it’s got a good texture. I think I’ll stick with the hummus mix I usually buy, but a little variety now and then isn’t bad. Especially when it’s free.
Oh, what a terrible pun. So naturally I couldn’t resist. Anyway…
Sometimes taking a chance on something new works out well — like last year when I decided to try out the Earl Grey teabag I found in a hotel room where I was staying and rather liked it. But sometimes it doesn’t work out at all — like yesterday, when I finally decided to try the bonus sample of French vanilla chai that came in the box of Earl Grey teabags I had bought as a result of that discovery. (I don’t have tea very often, so I’m still working through the first box.) Or rather, it was a blend of black tea with French vanilla and spices which I think were cinnamon, cardamom, ginger, and cloves. And I found it so repulsive that I dumped it down the sink after the first test sip (well, the second, but they were really tiny sips), rinsed out the cup, and made some Earl Grey instead. What’s more, I was still detecting whiffs of its cloying aroma as recently as this morning. Not pleasant. Well, at least it was a free sample (I think).
Apparently “chai” is the term generally used in the West for a sweetened, spiced Indian variety of tea properly called Masala chai (since chai is simply the word for tea in many Asian languages), and this was apparently a pretty typical example of that in terms of the spices, though with French vanilla added. Maybe that makes sense; I gather Indian cuisine is quite spicy and aromatic. I’ve never actually tried it, though, which may be why I didn’t know the flavoring in the chai would be so overpowering. Well, now I know.
I just got back from running some errands, starting with depositing the advance check I just received for my current Star Trek novel — which I’m still not cleared to reveal any specifics about, as far as I know. It’s the second book advance I’ve gotten in as many weeks, which is a nice state of affairs.
After that, I went to the local Joseph-Beth Booksellers store so I could see my book on the shelf:
And hey, I’m almost right next to a book by my NYCC co-panelist Amber Benson!
I also introduced myself to a store manager there and tried to get a sense of how the book was doing, but that was inconclusive. They had 10 copies in stock at that store, which I’m hoping is a good sign, since at Books by the Banks (which Joseph-Beth supplied the books for), there were dozens of copies on hand. But it’s hard to be sure.
On the way out of my parking space at Joseph-Beth, my car was almost bumped into by a minivan with a Romney-Ryan bumper sticker, because its driver wasn’t paying attention. Which seems very fitting to me.
Anyway, after that came the roughest part of my trip, which was trying to take my nonfunctioning vacuum cleaner in to the local warranty service center. I wasn’t sure whether the vacuum had broken or both batteries had simultaneously died, so I hoped to get some help figuring that out and maybe getting replacement batteries if that was the issue, as well as getting the old ones recycled. But first off, I found it hard to find a parking place near the store, and had to do some extra driving and turning around and stuff to find a place I could legally park, which was a bit of a walk from the store. Then the store clerk told me he basically couldn’t do anything for me where that particular model was concerned except sell me a new one, which was only about 10 bucks more than a replacement battery would’ve cost anyway, so he said. (I checked online, and if you take tax and shipping into account, I’d say he was just about right.) My floor wasn’t getting any cleaner, so I gave in and bought the new one (which, to my disappointment, came with only one battery instead of the two my previous one came with, so I hope there’s still some life left in the old batteries after all). I’m upset that I wasn’t able to recycle the old vacuum, but at least I have some spare pieces in case I need them.
So that wasn’t too satisfying, but at least I have a functional vacuum again (hopefully). And on the way home, I noticed I was approaching a Big Boy restaurant. I’d just been thinking, not long ago, that it had been too long since I’d been to Big Boy and had one of their Buddie Boy ham sandwiches, which I quite liked. So I went in and did that, and it was very good, as were the baked apples I had on the side. Plus I saw they were advertising their pumpkin pie, and I remembered that they had a wonderful pumpkin pie, so I had a piece of that for dessert, and it was wonderful. So that was a lovely bit of serendipity and I feel very satisfied now — though it didn’t help with my efforts to lose some weight and get back into shape.
UPDATE: I just tried the new vacuum’s battery in the old vacuum, and it worked. So I only needed a new battery after all, not a new vacuum. I wonder if it’s worth it to return the vacuum and just order a replacement battery. Or maybe it’s a good idea to keep the new vacuum on hand just in case the old one does break down.
While recovering from my frenectomy, I’ve been having to adjust my eating habits so as to avoid anything I need to bite into, like sandwiches, hot dogs, pizza, etc. Actually I can have those as long as I cut them into bite-size pieces (an ironic apellation for pieces you don’t need to bite into), and I have done that a couple of times, but that’s kind of awkward.
I wanted to avoid hot foods for the first few days (the instructions only said 24 hours, but I’m extra-cautious), so I made some pasta salad of my own once I used up the varieties I got from the grocery-store deli (only one of which I liked). I used some multicolor rotini I had on hand, broccoli, cucumber, green pepper, cherry tomatoes, and canned chicken (which I figured would be softer than the frozen diced chicken I generally use) with olive oil, Italian dressing, and grated parmesan. I made nearly five servings’ worth, so when I went to the store a couple of days ago, I picked up some feta cheese and added some of that to the pasta salad; and I supplemented the final serving with more tomatoes and cucumber. So there was a little variety instead of just being the same thing over and over.
Also at the grocery store deli, I looked for other types of thing I could try, now that I wasn’t limited to cold foods anymore. I came upon a tub of chicken and sausage gumbo, and I thought that gumbo was something I’d tried before and not minded, so I bought it. Only afterward did I remember that what I’d tried before wasn’t gumbo, but jambalaya. But I was stuck with the gumbo, so I tried it, and I’m not crazy about it. It’s too spicy, and the pork sausage flavor is way too dominant. I’m thinking maybe when I have the rest of it, I’ll dump the remaining feta into it, in the hope that a dairy product will ameliorate the spiciness some, and just to make it taste different. I have no idea if that will be any good, but I have to use these things up somehow.
As of this afternoon, it will have been a week since my procedure, so I’m halfway to the point where I can start eating normally again. Still, knowing me, I’ll probably be overcautious and wait a few days longer.
Well, I finished my outline for the new Star Trek novel today and turned it in. I sought out the opinions of a couple of my colleagues, since I’m undertaking something new and I wanted to make sure it worked, and they seem to think it works pretty well. Hopefully I’ll get to talk about it soon, though with the way things work these days, the news is likely to break when some online catalog gets updated.
What I can talk about is what I did afterward. Recently, I’ve begun buying fresh green bell peppers from the store instead of settling for the diced frozen ones in bags (although I still do freeze most of each new pepper for later use, since I’m only one person). And now that I’ve gotten used to buying whole peppers, I became oddly possessed with the desire to take the next step and stuff one of the things. To my surprise, though, none of my (three, count ‘em) cookbooks had a recipe for stuffed bell peppers, even though at least two of them are supposed to be about essential guidelines for cooking anything. So I searched online, and found a surprising lack of consistency in the available recipes. By the time I sorted out enough of the essential principles to formulate a plan (yesterday), the pepper I had in the fridge had been sitting too long, so I chopped it up and froze most of it, and then went grocery shopping with the intent to buy another one (along with other groceries). But the local supermarket didn’t have any decently fresh ones (or a couple of other things I was looking for), and since I found that out at the start of my shopping, I decided to drive to a more distant supermarket to do my shopping.
So this afternoon, after turning in my outline, I went to work, making sure I had plenty of time to prepare the meal. I scooped out the pepper, I parboiled it for 5 minutes, I sauteed some onions, garlic, and veggie crumble, I poured in some diced tomatoes and instant rice, then I stuffed that mix and some grated cheddar inside the pepper and put it in a baking dish (meat loaf pan, actually — all I have) with spaghetti sauce coating the bottom and more poured over the pepper (I guess to moisten it so it didn’t burn?), then covered the pan in aluminum foil and baked at 350 degrees for about 25 minutes. I had some trouble figuring out how to get the pepper out of the boiling water and splashed some on my hand, though it didn’t hurt as much or do as much damage as I would’ve thought (Leidenfrost effect, maybe?). Otherwise it went pretty smoothly, except the pepper I got was a bit lopsided on the bottom and I had to prop it up along an edge of the pan so stuff wouldn’t spill. And then when I took it out and put it on the plate, it tipped over and split open anyway. Although it was all still on the plate, so it was just a messy presentation. I had a knife and fork ready to eat it with per online instructions, but when I saw how it looked, I got a soup spoon and ended up eating it with that. The pepper was tender enough that the spoon cut it easily.
So how was it? Pretty good, I guess. Interesting, though not hugely different from the kind of stuff I occasionally make using roughly the same ingredients but with the pepper diced up and mixed in. It was a nice experiment and a reasonably satisfying meal, but I derived more satisfaction from having cooked it than I did from eating it. Ultimately I don’t think it was worth all the trouble I went to in order to make it — plus all the dishes I have to wash later. I don’t think I’ve ever expended so much time and so many cooking vessels and utensils for just a single food item. I’m not sure it would be worth repeating the experiment, at least not until I move to a place with a dishwasher. But at least now I can say I’ve done it.
After finishing off that jar of Cincinnati chili last week, I still had about one serving’s worth of kidney beans left over, so today I decided to attempt concocting a rough approximation of chili for dinner. My concoction consisted of some lightly browned veggie crumble; the beans; diced onions, green pepper, and tomato; chopped garlic; a spoonful or so of tomato paste; and some oregano, salt, and black pepper. (I included some of the ingredients based on the chili recipe in the cookbook my sister and brother-in-law sent me a while back, so thanks to them for that.)
My first thought had been to have it over egg noodles, but I used those up last week, so I decided to have it atop spaghetti instead, and I grated some cheddar on top. It wasn’t bad, but it could maybe have used a little more liquid (should’ve added more of the liquid the beans were in, maybe). And it could’ve used a little more “heat” as well. I don’t think it really qualified as actual chili since it didn’t have any chiles in it, except for the mild green pepper. As it was, it turned out a little bland. Still, for an experimental concoction based on what I happened to have on hand (plus the tomato paste, which I bought specifically with this in mind), it turned out reasonably well. And it’s always nice when I get up the initiative to try something new in the kitchen.
Well, except for the cleanup part. I really wish I had a dishwasher.
Last week, I got a bag of frozen spinach-and-cheese ravioli at the store, and I failed to realize how big it was before I dumped the whole thing into the pot. (It’s been a while since I had ravioli, so I’m a little rusty. I was thinking in terms of those smaller packages that are only 2-3 servings.) So I ended up with a whooollle lotta leftover ravioli in the fridge, four meals’ worth in addition to the first helping I had. Thus, I’ve spent the past several days trying to devise a different topping for each one.
I had the first helping with alfredo sauce (so I could finish off the jar), which was okay. But for the second, I decided to do something experimental as a way of using up some more leftovers. Earlier I’d gotten a jar of vegetarian Cincinnati-style chili, which I hadn’t enjoyed too much in the context of a 4-way (served atop spaghetti with diced onions and grated cheddar) or a cheese coney (same toppings on a hot dog), but that was reasonably good when I got a can of kidney beans to make a 5-way (which should be self-explanatory at this point). But that left me with a lot of leftover kidney beans as well as chili, and I decided to top my second helping of ravioli with chili and beans. Which worked surprisingly well, I thought.
The third serving was topped with red sauce and sauteed onions and green peppers — which was kind of disappointing, I think because that brand and variety of red sauce didn’t work well in that context. The fourth was simply with olive oil, a chopped garlic clove, basil, and oregano, along with a salad. That was rather good, particularly thanks to the garlic. And today I had the final serving, which I had with the same red sauce (I usually only have one jar at a time), but I added turkey meatballs and peas to the mix and sprinkled on some parmesan. That was actually pretty interesting too. Though maybe not quite as interesting as the chili ravioli.
Now I’m finally out of leftover ravioli. So what’s for supper…?
At the grocery store the other day, I decided on an impulse to buy one of those clear plastic trays of fresh-ish pasta, specifically a chicken-prosciutto tortellini. I was thinking it might be a way to make use of the jar of light alfredo sauce I picked up the previous week (which I used to make Italian sausage fettucine alfredo, because I haven’t had alfredo sauce in a while and wanted a change of pace). But when I was about to start cooking it, I decided that I should instead just toss it in olive oil and grated parmesan, so the flavor of the tortellini wouldn’t be covered by a heavy sauce. I had that alongside broccoli cuts, and I actually found it a little bland; I even ended up mixing the tortellini and broccoli together to make it a little more interesting.
Now, there were 30 tortellini in the package, enough for three equal servings, so I had enough leftovers for two more meals. I was going to put alfredo on the second serving yesterday, but I ended up going over to the university library to do some writing, and afterward I discovered there was a new pizza-by-the-slice concession in the student union, so my lunch was a slice of vegetarian pizza. After that, I didn’t want to have another cheese/dairy-heavy meal in the same day, so for dinner I had the second serving of tortellini with red sauce (and more parmesan), with baby lima beans as a side dish. That was better, but still just okay.
So today I finally had the last serving with alfredo sauce, and I also mixed in some peas and freshly ground black pepper, and served along with a slice of garlic toast. And it was excellent. The taste of the tortellini filling wasn’t overwhelmed by the sauce, but instead they complemented each other fairly well. And the peas were a very good idea.
I know in theory that different kinds of pasta are designed with different sauces in mind — their shapes are meant to hold onto different types and thicknesses of sauce — but I’ve never really explored how they go together, so it’s just been trial and error — or, more usually, just using whatever I happened to have on hand. But my experiments with the tortellini were a good illustration of how different sauces fit with different foods. And it’s good that I saved the best combination for last.
I’m back home now, and the drive back was almost as bad as the drive out. I had a few hours of clear skies in Maryland and Western Pennsylvania, but it was raining by the time I got off the Turnpike and it just got worse from there. Just before dark fell, I reached Cambridge again and tried to get a room at the same motel as before, but they wouldn’t take the coupon from the booklet you can pick up at freeway rest stops, and the baseline price was more than twice as much. The clerk told me that none of the area motels would take the coupons that day because of the imminent start of hunting season in the area (yikes). And I already had a takeout meal cooling in the car in expectation of having a motel room to eat it in. So I had to drive to a nearby parking lot, eat my dinner, then drive for another half-hour or so in the rain and dark, an experience I do not recommend, before reaching Zanesville and trying my luck with a motel there. Hooray, they honored the coupons, although it wasn’t as good a place to stay as the other motel — no wifi, no continental breakfast. (It did have a fridge and microwave, but I didn’t need them.) And I didn’t get much sleep. After that, I was only about three hours’ drive from home, but what with increasingly bad rain and fatigue, it wasn’t a pleasant journey, and I took a couple of long rest-stop breaks (one of them had to be long since I had to wait for the piping-hot vending-machine tea to cool down). I couldn’t even listen to a CD to help keep me alert, since there was too much noise from the rain and my squeaky wipers. I finally made it home, but I got rained on during the three trips it took to unpack my bags and bike from the car, and the strap broke off of a bag I liked because I put too much weight in it (which is why I needed three trips instead of two). It was the reusable tote bag that came with my new printer as a greener alternative to plastic/foam packing. A cool idea, but not too durable.
At least I had consistently good weather during my visit with family, though that just makes the horrible weather on both drives seem more unfair. It was a good visit, but I’m glad I don’t have to deal with any more huge meals for a while. I ate entirely too much over the trip, and not just due to Thanksgiving dinner and the Thanksgiving-leftovers brunch. On Saturday I met my sister, my cousin, and their respective families in town for a museum visit preceded by lunch at a tapas bar, which involves getting a succession of small servings of stuff that are shared among the diners or kept to oneself as preferred. I ordered at least one more course than I should have, and came away rather stuffed. But just a few hours later came cousin-in-law Mark’s early birthday dinner, which entailed a large number of German foodstuffs. Even though I’ve lived my entire life in Cincinnati, a town that’s historically had a large German population, this was my first exposure to German cuisine. A lot of it, while surely well-prepared, wasn’t really to my taste, but I really enjoyed the sauerbraten, which was wonderfully tender beef in what was described to me as a kind of sweet-and-sour sauce. I never liked Asian sweet-and-sour sauces, so I wasn’t expecting to like this, but it was excellent. Still, on top of everything else, I was full to bursting by the end of it.
And then this morning, after leaving the motel, I made the mistake of going to Denny’s for breakfast. Don’t get me wrong, the food was excellent; I ordered a pair of seasonal pumpkin-pie-flavored pancakes and they were delicious, as one would expect from pumpkin-pie-flavored pancakes. But there was just too dang much of it. There are limits to how much good food I can stand. I think I’m going to try to eat very lightly for the next few days.
I was starting to miss the precooked, frozen turkey meatballs I found at a fairly distant grocery store a while back, so I decided to search harder for such a thing at my local grocery store. My search led me to a section of the frozen-meats department that I usually overlooked, and I found a package of store-brand turkey meatballs, which I tried today on top of spaghetti. Unfortunately, the store-brand meatballs aren’t as good as the other ones. They’re blander in flavor. And they aren’t even meatballs, more like stubby cylinders, as if they were extruded and cut mechanically. I guess that’s what you get when you buy the store brand, but I couldn’t find any other varieties there.
Oh, well. Maybe they’ll be better if I brown them in a pan rather than heating them in sauce in the microwave.
I came across an interesting new flavor of Campbell’s soup at the grocery store, an orange tomato soup. No, it’s not made of oranges and tomatoes, but of an unusual orange variety of tomato. By coincidence, I only recently discovered those existed; when I stayed with my friends Dave and Kara for New York Comic-Con, we had some in a salad, IIRC. So when I saw there was a soup using them, I was curious. It’s pretty interesting. Orange tomatoes have a… well, I’m not sure my flavor descriptions are accurate, but they seem a bit sweeter and creamier, less acid and tangy than red tomatoes (although some of that may be the other soup ingredients). Maybe even a bit like squash or even carrot, though maybe that perception is influenced by the color. Anyway, they’re an interesting variation. I was just at Findlay Market picking up a new head of Romaine lettuce, and I looked to see if they had any orange tomatoes, but apparently not. Maybe they aren’t in season anymore, or they’re rare. The Internet says they’re an “heirloom” variety, which would seem to mean both of those things are true. Well, at least I have the soup.
Not having many other lunch options in the kitchen, I decided to make some hummus mix (and added a bit of honey since it tends to be a little harsh), and my lunch is two halves of a garlic-oregano pita filled with hummus, cucumber, onion, and kalamata olives. It’s good.
Recently I got a flier in the mail for a local farmer’s market that would be held today within walking distance of my apartment, so I went over there this morning to check it out. I was expecting something big and well-attended like Findlay Market or the one in Hyde Park on Sundays, but it was just two people operating two tables next to a hospital building. I walked right by them at first, thinking they must be some peripheral operation and I’d find the real place a block further along, but then I realized I could see the end of the street and there was nothing else there. And the two tables had a limited selection, so I couldn’t find a head of Romaine lettuce or a garlic bulb like I wanted.
I did pick up a tomato, though, plus I decided to indulge a whim and buy an ear of corn. I don’t think I’ve held an unshucked ear of corn since I was a kid visiting my relatives in Detroit. So I had to ask for cooking advice on Facebook. But it turned out very nicely, very fresh and sweet and flavorful.
Plus I got a nice long walk out of it — long enough that I was thoroughly winded (though not as badly as when I climbed the steps of Mt. Seleya to get home from Findlay Market that time). But that’s good, because I need the exercise.
For dinner today, I had some of that fettucine I bought at the Farmer’s Market on Sunday. It was dried pasta, but apparently fresh (or whatever) enough that it only needed 3-4 minutes in the water; it started to soften almost immediately after I put it in the water. I’m not used to that from the grocery-store pasta I usually get. I served it under some red sauce and precooked/frozen turkey meatballs that are a bit past their prime but still fairly good. But the pasta was very good. It’s made with olive oil, and olive oil makes just about everything better.
It’s certainly an improvement over the last fettucine I tried. The thing is, the stores no longer seem to carry the brand of whole-wheat fettucine I used to have (Hodgson Mill — they still have a few other things from them, but not fettucine). So I’ve been trying to find some alternative, and the first thing I tried was a “multicolor” variety with various vegetable flavors. Seemed like a good idea in theory, but it turned out to be too rubbery and not very good. So I tried again, and that led me to this pasta. Although, ironically, later on my Sunday trip I went to a Whole Foods Market in the area and found some whole wheat fettucine at last. In retrospect I realize I should’ve tried the local organic food store — they might’ve had some too.
But then I wouldn’t have gotten this nice pasta at the Farmer’s Market, so I guess it’s just as well I didn’t. But now I’ve got three different types of fettucine in my kitchen cabinet. Which I guess is not a bad thing.
As I think I’ve mentioned before, I’ve given up buying lettuce at the grocery store because they constantly spray it with water, making it rot faster and wasting my money and theirs. (I think they do it so the greens won’t wilt, but wilted greens can be completely restored by soaking them in water for a while, but rotten greens are simply lost.) Instead, I go down to Findlay Market, the main produce market in the city, and buy it there. But this weekend I had some other stuff I wanted to shop for that was in the Hyde Park/Oakley area (where I lived for about the first 26 years of my life), so I decided to check online to see if there were any other produce markets in that part of town. And I discovered the Hyde Park Farmer’s Market, which is apparently held every Sunday morning (at least during the summer) in Hyde Park Square, one of my favorite hangouts of old. I’m surprised I never knew about this, but it’s been quite a while since I lived over there.
I got there to find that the block of Erie Avenue containing the square (which is actually more of a really long oval, or rather an oblong with rounded ends) had been closed to traffic, so that the various vendors’ booths could be set up in the street or parking spaces and pedestrians could move freely. I had to park a fair distance away, actually pretty close to where I used to live, so it was a familiar walk. I didn’t find any lettuce; the one booth that carried it had sold out by the time I arrived, alas. But I had a nice piece of Greek-style vegetarian pizza and a strawberry scone, and bought some organic fettucine (or some similar type of pasta) which I’ll try later. And it was a nice place to wander around in for a while, a nice atmosphere to take in. It’s not an indulgence I could afford every weekend — since it’s a fair drive to get to that part of town and back — but it’s nice to know it’s there for future reference.
(And I thought about going to Findlay Market for lettuce, but the inbound freeway traffic was quite backed up, perhaps for some sporting event or other downtown, so I didn’t want to chance it today. Luckily my freeway trip to Hyde Park is on the outbound side, and I took so-called “surface roads” back home. Why are non-freeway roads called surface roads? It’s not like the freeway is underground or in the air, most of the time.)
I decided to have another turkey-meatball hoagy for dinner tonight, in hopes of achieving it successfully this time. I used several of the modifications I proposed in my earlier post: I toasted the bun more fully, I put the cheese on the bottom bun so it wouldn’t get soggy from the red sauce, and I kept the bread out of the microwave (after putting the cheese on the bun, I put it in the toaster oven for a bit to soften in the residual heat). And this time it actually worked as a sandwich that I could hold in my hands — though a fair amount of sauce, onions, and peppers fell out onto the plate or my napkin (both times, I’ve made sure to have a napkin tucked into my collar to protect my shirt). And it was a good sandwich.
But I think maybe I ate too much too fast or something, since now I have the hiccups.
I’ve been getting some very good news lately on the writing front, and hopefully the contracts will come soon so I can tell you about it all, but anyway, it’s prompted me to do a little shopping lately. So yesterday I happened to be in a big grocery store I haven’t visited in a while, and came across a product I haven’t had in a while: precooked, frozen turkey meatballs. So I decided to buy some as well as the fixings for meatball hoagies (aka subs). I couldn’t find hoagie buns there, though, and I forgot to get provolone, so I made a trip to the local grocery store this morning to remedy those. So for lunch today, I made a hoagie — I heated up seven meatballs and some pasta sauce in the microwave and lightly sauteed some onions and green peppers, and put them on a lightly toasted bun with provolone on top, then put the whole thing in the microwave for an extra 25 seconds to melt the cheese.
And then when I tried to eat it, I discovered the bottom was too soggy and flimsy for me to pick the thing up. I’d forgotten that the problem with pre-cut, store-bought buns is that they always make the lower half inexplicably thin, often to the point of near-uselessness. I’d brought a spoon along for scooping up anything that might fall out of the sandwich, but the sandwich was so structurally unsound that I ended up having to cut it up and eat it with the spoon! It tasted good, but I can’t call it a success as a sandwich.
So what are my options for the future, assuming I’m stuck with the hoagie buns I have until I use them up? Maybe toasting the bun longer would help, or maybe I could put the cheese on the bottom so the bun doesn’t soak up as much moisture from the sauce. And I should probably remember to take the cheese out of the fridge sooner so I don’t need to put the sandwich in the microwave to melt it (since microwaving bread makes it soggy). But probably the simplest option is just to use the buns upside-down.
I just got back from an impromptu trip to pick up a book from the library. I could’ve just requested a hold and picked it up from my local branch in a few days, but I wanted it promptly and I wanted an excuse to get out of the apartment, so I drove to the nearest branch that allegedly had it available according to the online catalog, namely the main branch downtown. It was hard to find parking, which I should’ve expected on a Monday morning, I guess, and when I finally got in, they didn’t have it on the shelf. I could’ve asked about it, but I’d hit the button for ten free minutes on the meter rather than putting any coins in, so I decided I’d drive over to another branch that claimed to have it, the one in the neighborhood where I grew up. They weren’t open until noon, though, so I drove up to the mall a few blocks away to go to the household-goods store they have there and look for a couple of things I’ve been wanting for a while now: 1) An area rug to put under my “office” chair so its wheels wouldn’t do more damage to the carpet, and 2) some sort of table thingy I could put near the bathtub to rest books on, but small enough not to be an obstruction. I found both. I’m not sure how well the rug will work out, since it doesn’t stay in place as well as I’d hoped, but the little corner-table thing I found looks like it’ll work nicely for my needs. It’s used and a bit decrepit, but I was more concerned with functionality and economy than aesthetics.
Then I went to lunch at the Donato’s nearby, because I love their Hawaiian pizza. I know some people find the idea of ham-and-pineapple pizza to be strange, unpleasant, or blasphemous, and I have had at least one variety (frozen/storebought) that I disliked, but the Donato’s variety (which uses thin-shaved ham and also includes almonds and cinnamon as toppings) is delicious.
Then I went to the library and found the book I wanted, and then I was going to go to the grocery store, but I realized en route that I didn’t have a bag for my household purchases — I just carried them to the trunk — so it would be difficult to carry those and groceries at the same time. And there’s really nothing on my list that can’t wait another day or two. Groceries had just been an excuse to justify the trip if I didn’t achieve my other goals, but I did, so the trip was adequately justified already. So I just came home.
I was using my microwave to thaw some frozen chopped green peppers in a small Pyrex dish (not much, just enough to top a couple of Italian sausages on buns along with tomato and onion), and to my surprise, there was an electric arc within the dish, even though there was no metal within. I wondered how this might happen, so I did some Googling, and I came upon this page that explains the physics:
That’s about grapes sparking in the microwave, but the principles seem about the same — small objects close in size to the microwaves’ wavelength, with small gaps between them filled with steam as the water inside evaporates. The pepper pieces were rectangular instead of round, but then, grapes aren’t perfect spheres anyway, so the model presented there is just an approximation.
And I’ll repeat what the link says — this is not something you want to try at home, since you could damage your microwave. Luckily I caught it and hit the stop button within a second. But in the future, I should consider finding another way to thaw my green peppers — or maybe just start buying them fresh (although I don’t know if I use them often enough for that — how well do they keep?).