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Cooking with Bella

Sometimes I cook, not often but it does happen. I have your typical NYC apartment, small with a stove, counter top, sink and fridge in a little recessed area, not a separate room. When I was looking at apartments there was one with a separate kitchen, the oven couldn’t open all the way it was so narrow. I said no, I don’t cook but my friend does and she visits me. I like my little cooking area even though I don’t cook.

With my allergies and costs going up and my salary not going up, I have started to do a little cooking. My most recent endeavors started with hummus. I was going to a convention over the weekend and needed lunch. I always make chicken salad and take crackers for these things. Normally I make the chicken salad with cream cheese. This time I wanted to go a little lower fat so I thought I would mix it with hummus but I was out. The problem when I buy hummus is I have to read all the ingredients and it gets tiring. That’s why I bought a can of chick peas (garbanzo beans) to make my own. I drained them, mashed them with a fork and added some hot sauce, lemon juice and some of the liquid that was in the can. It turned out O.K. not a smooth as from the store, next time I’m going to try buying dry peas and cooking them myself and using my blender to get the hummus smooth.

Tuesday I cooked lentils. I had bought an Indian dinner to prepare that was red lentils in tomato sauce after I ate it I thought it was pretty good and should be easy to make myself, so I bought red lentils. They have been sitting in my cupboard ever since. Now I decided to cook them, I was flush with success after the hummus. I looked up the directions online and put them on the stove. The directions were from a blog and I started reading the comments. Partly from envy because there were so many and I get a pitiful amount of comments. Then I heard a sizzle and looked to see the pot was boiling over. It was a good thing this was the Tuesday before the Wednesday I was off since I had now had to spend a couple hours scrubbing my stove top. No it didn’t take that long to clean up the boil over remains, but the whole story of why I spent two hours cleaning my stove could take up a blog post of its own. That story, along with the story of the wet wall in my bathroom will have to wait for another day. The lentils weren’t ruined, just slightly overcooked, I added tomato sauce and grated cheese to make it a tasty dish.

DSCN0477Tonight I decided to make candied ginger. I started eating it for my stomach and got addicted to it. It’s another thing where reading the ingredients is tiring. Unlike the hummus and lentils, I have never made candied ginger before. So I googled it, then went to the store. Now, there was nothing in the instructions saying how to pick out good ginger, not thinking it made a difference I just kept filling the bag until I had a pound, bought some sugar and milk (I was out of milk) and headed home. Besides not knowing how to pick out good ginger, I had completely forgotten the directions said to ‘peel and slice ginger’. I don’t have a peeler, so the ginger was washed and sliced and I made candied ginger with the peel on. It took forever to slice the ginger, Alton Brown says to use a MANDOLINE, so I think I will get one. After cooking the ginger ‘gently’, which I had no idea how to cook something gently, till it was tender, there again “HUH? Tender, yeah no idea.” the directions say to weigh the cooked ginger and add an equal amount of sugar, then add 3 tablespoons of water and bring to a boil. I checked two recipes and both had the same amount of liquid, I was skeptical but followed the directions. You can see by the picture, there is a lot of liquid there. Where did it all come from? Can you see now why I don’t cook? The directions also say to cook until the ginger gets dry, about 15-20 minutes. It took much longer and I started to panic, thinking maybe I had ruined it. For pity’s sake, I can ruin boiled eggs.

DSCN0479Eventually it was done and I poured the ginger out onto an aluminum cookie sheet. You can see it here. I am not sure if I saved any money, but it is really tasty, I had to force myself to stop eating it. I will definitely be making it again, after I buy a peeler and a mandoline. I hope you have enjoyed reading about my culinary efforts. You might want to mark this down on your calendar, it is a momentous occasion. It’s actually worthy of a parade. Someone else will have to make the arrangements for a parade however, I have candied ginger to eat.

Perfection

Is not attainable in its true sense. But what about relative perfection? Sunday I had to go to Brooklyn, after telling myself over and over again that I needed to leave earlier than I left Saturday, I ended up leaving later. Then when I got to Lexington and 59th I waited for the Q train, and waited and waited. I saw a girl going to the same event I was going to and we started talking about “No Q train” trying to figure out another way to get there and she said, “It always happens on the day you need everything to be perfect.” Perfect for us at that moment was making all our train connections smoothly, at the proper station and without waiting. We made it to Brooklyn, but we were late.

Today was another special event I planned to go to. For this event I didn’t have to go to Brooklyn, but I had to dress up pretty, do my hair and makeup and hopefully not be sick feeling. I woke up with cramps I thought they were stomach cramps from my soup the night before and thought maybe I was developing an allergy to black beans. One of my great-nieces is allergic to black beans. As I was getting ready for work I realized they weren’t stomach cramps and I wasn’t going to be feeling well for the special event in the evening. Then when I came home from work early so I could ready, I was going to iron my dress and make dinner, instead I sat down on the couch and fell asleep. I barely had time to take a bath and get dressed. Fortunately my friends are not critical. But I was not happy.

Perfection, not attainable in any form.

Then there was

On the subway, a lady with ash blond hair with dark roots wearing a headband with gold roses on it. She looked like she could have been the high priestess of some obscure religion. Or just making a fashion statement, like, “I’ll wear roses in my hair if I want too. Nobody can stop me.” Then she got off off at 77th St. I must find out if any out of the box religions have a temple or something there.

It’s very possible I was drunk when I made the above observations. At least that’s what I wrote on the page after that.

As I was sitting at one of my local bars enjoying my mac-n-cheese, 2 men came in and stood next to me at the end of bar and ordered drinks. The bartender serves them, takes their money. The owner/manager comes up to the bar, sees them and turns to them, “I told you not to come here. You’re not welcome you have to leave.” At first I thought he was kidding, apparently not since they left.

Wondering why, I looked down at the all white bar and tried to remember if I had ever seen anyone there that wasn’t white. Of course, the logical side of my brain tells me that if racism was the reason, the men would have filed a lawsuit, but then again, maybe not. It just made me wonder.

Asumptions

You saw me walking through Port Authority with my iPhone in hand, I don’t know what you thought when you saw me but whatever it was you approached me and asked for money. I said no.

Normally that ends it, the panhandler says ‘God bless you anyway’, and moves on. For some reason you decided to try to talk me into giving you some money. You told me about getting money from another lady, how she made you promise not to spend it on alcohol or drugs and that you promised her that, you assured me that you weren’t going to get drugs or alcohol, that you needed the money because you had a job interview and needed to get nicer clothes and cleaned up. All of that could be true, what is also true is what I said, I had no money to give you. You chose not to believe me, in fact you directed me to the Bank America so I could get money from the ATM. I thought about the man on the subway who smiled and thanked me for the orange I gave him. I got angry and walked away.

When I saw you I didn’t assume that you were lazy, a drunkard, or a drug addict. What did you assume when you saw me? Did the fact that I have an iPhone make you think I’m rich? That because my boots are expensive, new and shiny that I have money to burn? I’m not rich, I don’t have money to burn. My iPhone is not the latest model, I bought my boots from a discount store and they were shiny because I had just got them shined. You didn’t know that, you also didn’t know I was at PANY because a friend was stranded and I just bought her food and a bus ticket home, which is why I was smiling and in a good mood. I don’t expect you to care about these facts, but you expect me to believe you when you say you need money for a job interview, all I’m asking from you is for you to believe me.

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Last night I tried some expensive eye cream, the rash is spectacular isn’t it?

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Sunday is the only day cars can park in front of my building.

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This is the reigning queen. She gave me one chance to take her picture.

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Beer gets siphoned into this bucket, then it is put into the bottles.

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With a spigot, unfortunately this one was leaking, I think a part was missing? Not sure but we coped.

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This is the priming sugar mixture before boiling. After boiling it is put in the bucket before the beer is put in.

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Sanitizing bottles.

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And here they are, ready to be filled.

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This is a wort chiller. When we brewed we had to put the beer in an ice bath, now Rose uses this, which she says in super duper fantastic and so much easier.

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This is the carboy with the brown ale in it, originally “Caribou Slobber”, I dubbed it “Bronze Medal Brown Ale” 😉

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This is the siphon to transfer the beer to the bucket, there is tubing that is attached to this.

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If your tubing comes out of the bucket you end up standing in beer which leads to a condition known as ‘beer feet’. I wonder if this ever happened to Sam Adams.

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Bottles are filled,

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Caps are sanitized,

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And this nifty tool squeezes the caps onto the bottles.

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We have beer!

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I had to carry mine up these stairs

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And here they are, my sixteen bottles safe and sound. Ready for consumption in 2 weeks.

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I didn’t want to go to work, so I stopped for breakfast at DD

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Queensboro Plaza

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The #7 train

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View from my office window

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View from another office window

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Ugh, there’s a crowd waiting for the train. This actually turned out to be not so bad, the train was almost empty when it finally got here.

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I stopped at Sephora to check out eyeliner colors. I didn’t buy any ….

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I had an orange for dinner.

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I found these bottles in the recycle bin, I’m cleaning them up and taking them to be filled with ‘our beer’.

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And the labels came off in one piece.

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Outside my apartment door.

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There is still snow in the playground, park.

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I keep forgetting the subway stairs are being repaired.

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My eczema is getting worse. Need to use my cream more.
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Finally headed home.

Postcards

Dear man on the 6 train:

The man who thinks my size 6 body can fit in a space big enough for a toddler. I hope you diaf. I was going to write something witty and sarcastic, but I wasn’t sure you would understand me.

Love, big ole me

City girl problems

One of the advantages of living in the City is not having to drive in the bad weather. The disadvantage to that is having your train delayed or not running when you need to get somewhere. Like home from work.

So I have to find a way home without taking the evil green train from hell, also know as the Devil’s train. Yesterday I walked, it was only 37 blocks. I don’t want to do that again, so I have been on the website trying to find an alternative route. There isn’t one. The #4, #5 and #6 are the only trains that go up the east side. I may have to take a bus home. Stupid Green train.