This has been the sickest winter in years. I don't think I've been ill this frequently since I was working part-time in a public school and the other part of the time I was going into relatively filthy homes to tell other people how the county thought they should raise their children. Just when I finally stopped sniffling and sneezing, something horrible happened to my digestive system. But first, pictures of what has transpired since Friday:
On Saturday, I went food shopping. In an utterly adorable move, Mister followed me out the door when I was on my way to Whole Foods. Like a little puppy, he walked beside me and explained that he wanted to spend time with me (since I'm never home since I'm always either at work or commuting to/from). He misses me when I'm at work, which I love.
However, after dodging drunkards to get to Whole Foods and Superfresh and filling our baskets despite a large number of people milling around without the vaguest clue why they came to this magical place with so much food, I had no desire to actually cook any of the food. I don't want to lay blame on one of my favorite restaurants, but that may have been my most recent undoing.
Pictured just above is the Vegetable Sayadia at Cedars on 2nd and South. We haven't been to Cedars in ages, but now it is literally around the corner. In fact, I think if I could leap moderately tall buildings in a single bound, I could walk out of the little tunnel that leads to the street, jump one block East and be directly in front of the restaurant. I got this once before with my friend, which inspired this recipe, and when I proposed that we dine there on Saturday, I knew that was what I was going to get.
Mister always orders fries with peppers and onions. I always steal a few and eat around the onions. We also got baba ghanouj for an appetizer and Mister wanted a plate of olives and feta. I ordered my Sayadia without mushrooms this time, and as a testament to their continually spectacular service, our server asked if I would like to substitute eggplant for the fungus.
I love Cedars and would never want to accuse them of wrong doing, but something has not been right with my belly since Saturday night. There was some kind of little growly thunderstorm going on Saturday night and woke up Sunday feeling extremely nauseated. I'll spare some gory details, but let's just say my digestive system felt the need to cleanse itself of something...
That being said, I have also been dizzy and have a strange taste in my mouth, so I'm wondering if I have some kind of inner ear infection. Since I get motion-sick pretty easily, being dizzy could be enough to nauseate me. I'll admit, I was more than a little nervous about taking the no-way-out train to work today (and took two plastic bags, just in case). I'm kind of hoping for the infection because I don't want to think I got food poisoning from one of my happy places.
Anyway, since I was not feeling my best, Sunday was not as productive as I wanted it to be, although there was an exciting hour and half that gave Mister and I the opportunity to see just how wet we could get when there is a drenching downpour and the Philly Car Share car won't unlock. I made dinner last night and did not stuff myself with it only because I thought it might make me puke. Not the dinner - dinner was awesome. Just that whole putting food in my mouth and swallowing it action.
I made Forty-Clove Chickpeas and Broccoli from Appetite for Reduction. I can't get over how wonderful it smells when its roasting away in the oven (which I'm still trying to figure out how to work, but I could probably fill a whole post with that adventure). I really could have gone to town on this if my belly was behaving, but I could barely finish my broccoli on mashed potatoes.
When I got up this morning, I had really high hopes for my stomach. Within minutes of waking, I was fairly certain I was going to lose my breakfast...although I hadn't actually eaten any yet. For reasons I may never know, I did cut up and apple and make tea, even though I thought I was going to lose it the moment I put a slice of apple in my mouth. Miraculously, I ate breakfast and took a shower before needing a short nap. I made it to work (with my two bags) and upon returning home, was just hungry enough to try my hand at an old favorite:
Pasta with Beans and Chard from Vegan Express never lets me down. I always forget how good it is until I'm eating it. I put it on the menu because I remember that it's super-easy to make and tastes good, but then I take my first bite and can't believe I don't make this more frequently.
It's tasty, it's attractive, the only thing I would improve is how soupy it is at the bottom. I think I should start draining the tomatoes, but I'm hesitant to do that since they're "Italian" which means the juices have all the good stuff. Regardless, there is just too much liquid, so maybe it will be a compromise...half-drained?
In any case, I like the way the savory garlic-infused olive oil brings out the sweetness of the dried cranberries I sub for raisins since Mister is personally offended by them. Although the recipe says a person could use cannellini beans or "pink" beans, I can't imagine anything fitting the texture need the way the cannellini beans do.
Sweet dreams! Here's hoping I don't wake up wanting to barf again!