Comfort Food

17 Oct

I’ve have never been one to take the easy road in life, except in the context of actual roads on which I’m traveling (I am quite opposed to biking uphill). It was my reason for choosing engineering, for choosing to go to graduate school. Even choosing to come to St. Louis was influenced in a small way by the desire to leave my comfort zone, a desire that has been quite fulfilled. I must admit that the idea of going primal gave me that same buzz, the innate satisfaction of just knowing that there was some goal to struggle toward.

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On falling off the cave-wagon.

10 Oct

I am now entering week two of my primal-ish eating mission. While it is far to early to deem this mission a success or failure, I have definitely won a few skirmishes, including the discovery of acorn squash and going steal-cut-oatmeal cold turkey, but I lost some of the bigger battles. Eating like a caveman is much harder than I imagined (stupid, misleading Geico commercials). Clearly they didn’t have giant piles of free cookies to contend with.
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Two recipes, two very different lifestyles.

3 Oct

This post is a bit long, not because I have time to write a long post (I absolutely don’t), but because I’ve had a bit of a crazy week, particularly in the food department. Also, PICTURES.
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You win some…

26 Sep

It’s been a crazy week in the lab, and consequently a very lonely week for my kitchen (and my cat), but this weekend I knew I could make things right. So on Saturday I bought a laser pointer for Moseley, and on Sunday I decided to make bagels. It would be the culinary undertaking of a lifetime, and make for a pretty exciting blog post. I’ve never attempted homemade bagels, despite thoroughly enjoying those made by my far more ambitious sister. In fact, I’d never made any yeasted bread before, but I found the easiest, most highly rated recipe on Allrecipes and figured, what the hell.
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I need a hobby.

19 Sep

More specifically, I need a hobby that doesn’t involve creaming butter and sugar. Or shopping on the internet. I bought myself an exercise ball a few weeks ago, figuring I can use it to get in shape (in my apartment! while watching television!). Unfortunately my non-declawed cat’s interest in it exceeded my own, and it was swiftly relegated to the closet. Exercising is just one of a long list of activities that I give up on before I can improve, and usually because I feel like I’m not good enough. It happened with knitting, playing the mandolin, learning Japanese, and writing anything that doesn’t begin with an abstract and end with references.

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The Chronicles of Moseley

12 Sep


Prior to beginning my doctoral program, I had numerous ideas about what graduate school should be like. Many of them centered around heeled oxfords, high-waisted skirts, and a Dr. Spencer Reid-esque brown leather satchel. A few involved dropping out before my qualifiers, running away and starting a farm. All of them included adopting a cat. In terms of transferring these ideas to reality, the cat is as far as I’ve gotten.
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The Science of Yum

5 Sep

I know that there exists a glut of comparisons between cooking in the kitchen and working in a laboratory, but allow me to add one more: Cooking in the kitchen is a lot like working in a lab. While its prose is not up to my usual, flowering standards (HA!), the sentiment is quite accurate, which could explain the glut. The similarities between these situations run deeper than the obvious: cutting, measuring, mysterious powdery substances, mistakes resulting in minor explosions or fires, Pyrex. It’s about following instructions, and also not following instructions. You can learn a lot from sticking to a well-documented and established procedure, but you can’t learn anything new.
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