Feed a cold, right? Is that what they say? Sure. It just so happens that I also feed a perfectly healthy body. But let's not quibble. Sniffle.
When I first started feeling icky, I went to my refrigerator with one word in my mind: healthy.
After recently wishing I had fresh fennel and teasing out that craving with brown sugar fennel ice cream in San Francisco, I had stocked up on my favorite crunchy vegetable, which happens to be favored as a digestive aid by the Italians. I also had some delicious ruby red grapefruit in the pantry. Which are the two ingredients I need for one of my favorite salads.
Segmented grapefruit, sliced fennel, salt, pepper, olive oil. If I were feeling a bit fancier (or even the slightest bit energetic, really) I would have put this over baby arugula and topped it with parmesan shavings and toasted pine nuts. But just like this, it made me feel like a million bucks. For a few minutes.
The next day, I was still feeling fairly terrible. Call me Californian, but there is no comfort like Mexican food if you ask me. I decided that if I was going to feel like crap, I might as well have a drink to take the edge off. I proceeded to pick up tacos from my favorite stand (which happens to have won a James Beard Award and is within spitting distance of my apartment). They serve them with these pickled jalapenos that I love; they are so spicy that I bet they cure diseases by scaring them out of the body.
I mustered the energy to try and recreate the Michelada Classica that I liked so much from Loteria Grill, and I think I definitely got it right but I need to get the Dos Equis lager next time instead of Corona Light (which is truly awful).
Carnitas tacos from Yuca's, two jalapenos. Michelada cocktail with Tapatio, Worcestershire, lime and a rim of salt and crushed boullion.I proceeded to pass out immediately after eating this last night. And haven't quite recovered yet.
Fennel is a big favorite here too. I use it instead of celery and usually pair it with pork or lemon. Tonight I am making a pork loin with roasted fennel and maybe some old apples I have. They are pretty old, but as long as they haven't turned vinegar-y or moldy, it's cool.
ReplyDeletemy friend at work brought in some fairly unattractive but really delicious Gravenstein apples recently that have me rethinking my whole method of choosing apples by hunting for those that look perfect. The ones I picked recently were disgusting and mealy inside, though they were perfectly firm outside. I felt very betrayed.
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