OhSoVane

Foodie, fumbler and lover writing it all down

I have a new love… in the kitchen!

The ever poetic Anthony Bourdain once wrote,

“I have long believed that it is only right and appropriate that before one sleeps with someone, one should be able—if called upon to do so—to make them a proper omelet in the morning. Surely that kind of civility and selflessness would be both good manners and good for the world. Perhaps omelet skills should be learned at the same time you learn to fuck. Perhaps there should be an unspoken agreement that in the event of loss of virginity, the more experienced of the partners should, afterward, make the other an omelet—passing along the skill at an important and presumably memorable moment.”

I am fairly confident of my abilities in preparing a lover, significant other or even an early bird friend a more than decent breakfast. Despite that, in the year and a half that I’ve been living with Tom we have not been able to get a decent egg out of our kitchen. At least, not until this morning!

One thing changed this morning and it may change the way breakfast is prepared in our home forever! We did not change the eggs we bought, we did not change butter or oil or recipe. What I changed was the pan!

We were reminded this morning that in the kitchen, your tools are just as important as your ingredients. Feast your eyes on our lovely 10-inch Calphalon Contemporary Non-Stick Pan.

Breakfast this morning was the easiest it has ever been. So much so, I’d like to invite six people over and cook them eggs too! I turned on the stove,  cracked a couple of eggs and slid those puppies right off the pan! I think I was there all of five minutes! Seriously, you know it has to be an amazing piece of cookware if I dedicated a couple paragraphs to it.

If you’re into kitchen gadgets and such it is not a pricey buy. I say, if you like eggs and are tired of scraping overcooked breakfast off a pan – GET ONE!

Love for the Canoe Project

I catch a lot of flack from friends and family for my love of Twitter. I take it all with a grain of salt because I really do feel there is something to love about Twitter. What that something is has been hard to illustrate, until today.

If you’re a member of the Twitterverse than you may have noticed the WLRN Canoe Project going on this week. If not, here’s a break down of what the canoe project is all about. WLRN contributor Terence Cantarella is making his way through Miami via the canals and waterways of the city. You may be asking yourself why someone would take on such a project? He’s  doing it for the sake of the adventure which I think is pretty effin’ cool!

Terence is reminding us to look around and see the adventure that awaits us right in our own back yard. He’s seeing parts of the city most of us only pass over on the highways while we curse the traffic. He’s also reminding us that Twitter really is about having conversations and connecting with people. How do we connect on Twitter? You can go meet Terence as his adventure comes to an end at Scotty’s Landing on Thursday afternoon.

You see, on Twitter there are no privacy settings – you’re tweets are either public or they’re not. The great thing about not having that grey area of “privacy” on Twitter is that it puts you out there for people to approach, most of the time it works out great! You talk to people, you compare views, and you can even make friends in the process.

Terence has awakened a bit more adventure in me and he has solidified the love affair I have with Twitter. The friends I’ve made, the conversations I’ve engaged in and the cool stories like this one have been too good to pass up

An image captured by Terence while canoeing through Miami

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I will keep on taking flack for tweeting to my heart’s content and will find a new adventure of my own. Thanks Terence, you’ve inspired me just a little bit more this morning.

Love and the Lobotomy

“There’s nothin’ in the face. Just like one of those store dummies.” Chief Bromden in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest… 

Relationships vary, I think we all know that. Friendships, marriages, acquaintances, we’ve all had one or a few of these growing up. Some relationships though, look like the quote above – I call these, Store Dummy Relationships.

Store Dummies are people in relationships who forget. They forget where they are, who they are, what they want out of life, and mostly they forget how to do what’s best for themselves. They become, for the purposes of this post, store dummies.

Store dummies are walking among us on a daily basis, they are those people in relationships who say one thing but want another, they have total disregard for their well-being, and they do everything in their power to keep their significant other as close to subliminal happiness as possible.

They make me question the definition of love…

Is the definition of love subjective? Relationships are all different in dynamic and look, so is it the same with the word and sentiment behind love? Isn’t love typically two compatible people building a life together where they are free to grow and better themselves whilst still being supportive, committed, and dedicated to their relationship?

That’s what love is to me (the short version, at least)  and it pains me to see so many people in these relationships hurting themselves. I’m talking about the people who turn a blind eye to abuses, physical or emotional, about the people who have completely abandoned their own beliefs, and mostly the people who have zero regard for how they feel and think that making their partner happy is going to some how fulfill them for eternity. Newsflash folks, it doesn’t work that way!

Shame on these people! They tarnish what a good relationship is all about! How can youngsters, lost souls, or hopeless romantics recognize and hold on to the belief of thriving, loving relationships if all these store dummies are walking around doing it wrong?!

I know I technically could sit idly by and wait for the rose colored glasses to lose their effects but it’s not in my nature to idle. I want to grab all of these store dummies and show them their worth, show them that some mistakes are not worth making, mostly I want to show them that when you value yourself a valuable love will come.

No amount of maneuvering can make a relationship between two store dummies work, in the end, they cannot move freely so they cannot find a way to fit together.

They just don't fit...

With Great Charity Comes Great Responsibility

Unless you have been living under a rock the past few days you must have heard about the lunacy going on at Susan G. Komen.

In case you have not let me bring you up to speed.

What they did 48 hours ago,  and now reversed their decision, was say they were no longer going to allocate funds to Planned Parenthood. They alleged that their policies prevent them from donating to an organization that is under investigation. The general consensus was that they were not going to donate to Planned Parenthood anymore because Komen has close ties to pro-life Republicans — the details of which are neither here nor there in relation to this post.

The hoopla over all of this brought me back to my thoughts on charity and how I decide who to support. I recently noticed that a lot of people my age, our age, give blindly. The obvious example being Komen, whose funds do not go towards research for a cure, they go towards “awareness”. This is why they can color EVERYTHING pink and call it do-gooding.

If this is your donor style, hey, that’s fine by me. I just want more. I don’t want t-shirts, posters, toolkits and races, I want results!

I am not really sure why people feel they should get something back when they make a donation. Why the t-shirt, why the big party? Why divert funds from your chosen charity? Where do you think this money is coming from? Did you ask that your donation go towards a program or administrative costs like payrolls? If you didn’t there’s a chance your donation is doing nothing more than printing flyers.

I am not here to tell you where your charity should go, to each his own, really. I am stating that I have changed the way I donate. I look for organizations who are closer to the cause I want to give to, whose focuses are more narrowed on a specific cause, and I have chosen to specify where my dollars go. In 2012 I hope to help more charities bridge the administrative costs gap that haunts all of them so much.

I am donating with my eyes open, I hope others will open theirs too.

Shoes Can Change Lives and not just for Cinderella

A while back I started hearing a buzz about this company, Toms. At First I thought it was just another shoe fad hitting the streets, you know the kind that would have every other person in the country running around in Toms discussing cool they were for wearing these kind of funny looking shoes. I really thought the donation angle was going to a way for yuppys to make themselves feel they were contributing to something — I was wrong.  After some reading I found out that Toms is legit, they produce shoes in 3 countries and distribute them in 23 countries and as of their last report they have distributed 1 million pairs of shoes worldwide! Incredible!

Normally  I wouldn’t write about products but in this case I have to say Toms is worthy of the exception. I broke down one day as I was strolling through my local Nordstrom shoe section and decided I was going to give these puppies a try, moments later I was in love. Did you know Toms has basically taken the most simple equation for shoes and put it on shelves for us at an exceptional price?! Ah-mazing! They combine soft fabrics with the most some insanely comfy soles — not just any kind of comfy, I’m talking about walking through the airport travelling kind of comfy. Once I slipped my foot into this shoe I was hooked.

Once I got my new kicks home I did some research. I really wanted to find out what was behind all of this. Is Toms legit? How do they differ from the other charities I’ve become so skeptical of? It’s quite simple, first they are not a charity per-se. They are a for profit company who essentially turns each customer into a donation except instead of taking my money and throwing a race or party or giving me a t-shirt, Toms is going out and making shoes for children in need — amazing right?!

Why shoes you say? I think a lot of people ask that question because Toms has a whole section of their website dedicated to explaining that. 

If they can do this great stuff and make me a comfy shoe at the same time I am all for it. FYI, they’ve also branched out into eye-wear and are continuing the one for one concept. I say, keep up the good work!

Decisions, revisited.

From the time we wake up each morning until we lay our heads down at night our days are filled with decisions. Some of them are seemingly meaningless — what to have for breakfast, what to wear, etc. Some of them though are more lasting decisions like — what to major in, what job to take or even where to live.

Last year I made two big decisions and on the cusp of the busiest time of the year I got to revisit them. The first of these heavy decisions was the decision to leave Miami, the second was the decision to come back.

I made the decision to come back to Miami a year ago last month after being away for about six months. I went back to the scene of the decision last week and got to see up close what i had left behind. I got to remember how I felt there, what I was missing, and mostly it reminded me to be grateful for what I have now.

Walking around, I miss New Jersey. I miss the lush side of the highway where deer can be seen grazing, I miss having such tightly knit family around and I miss the access to the rest of the country I felt I had while being there. It’s funny to miss a place so much I barely got to live in, but I do and I know that visiting will never be the same.

Watching friends now, and going through some of my own stuff as well got me thinking that I don’t think we as a people reflect enough on these heavy decisions. How many people really take the time to analyze their lives as they are living it? I’m not talking about sitting down and “what if-ing” yourself to death, I’m suggesting a mere glimpse at the path that has gotten you to your current state. Think of it as smelling the roses or something — I mean, aren’t we supposed to learn for our future based on where we’ve been?

I am grateful for the chance to reflect on where the year as taken me, it’s like a mini birthday or milestone right smack in the time of year meant for gratitude and feelings of the like. I mostly like knowing that today I still stand by all of my decisions, they still feel right, and I still have the confidence to know that I really do know what’s best for me. Even faced with life’s current adversities I am excited about ending 2011 and welcoming of the changes, challenges and experiences 2012 will bring.

Be observant people, it is the only way to really become wise.

Chicago: The City I Didn’t Know I Would Love

Do you have a list? Not a grocery list or a to-do list, but a list of places you want to visit? I have always had such a list, and for a long time Chicago was somewhere towards the middle – it had always been put off when another trip to NY or NJ came up or when some family member in an obscure part of ATL or FL requested a visit. Regardless of how many times it had been passed over, I knew I would some day set eyes on Chicago.

What I did not know, was that I would fall in love – hard! Sure, I had listened to others gush about it, people would say, “Oh, it’s gorgeous”, or “Picture NY but cleaner” and I would nod and smile at their description. But these people failed to mention that this city is so much more than a metropolitan shadow of the Big Apple! Chicago is not the middle child of the US, it is it’s own personality with its own wonderful and exciting list of attributes to bring to the travel table. So much so, I kind of don’t even know where to start…Who am I kidding, of course I know where to start, we start with the food!

Some cities don’t care much about what they eat, there might be one decent restaurant within a 50 mile radius if you’re lucky – thankfully Chicago is not one of those cities. These people do more than care about what they eat, they live it! Eating is not something that is talked about or planned for it’s just done! From the very start of any given day in Chicago you can prepare to be wowed! I had one of the best cups of coffee of my lifetime in this city, and I am not a Foldger’s kind of girl so that means a lot! That is  how early their passion for the delicious starts in Chicago – your morning cup. It will be delicious, bold if you want it and if you walk into Intelligentsia  your cappuccino will even have foam art! Yea, that’s just how Chicago rolls – they offer up cuisine from all over the world and serve it in restaurants, bars, cafes and on the streets with a huge smile of pride on their faces. I kid you not, I did not get bad service in any establishment the whole time I was there.

I think I may have covered the global menu in food in just a week. From Chinese to an almost Ethiopian encounter (we had to leave and didn’t have time – quite sad) to encased meats the likes no Miamian has ever seen, Spanish tapas, diner food, Indian, you name it, I ate it. Needless to say I came back one bloated Betty, but hey it was all worth it for my readers to taste vicariously through me.

Thankfully, with all the sites to see in Chicago you know working up an appetite was not hard to do. I have noticed that in places where the winters are harsh and the summers are short people really love to be outside, Chicago is no exception. The second the sun beats down a little more and the temperatures head  up into the 60′s and 70′s these folks are hitting the streets and soaking it up. There are parks everywhere, concerts, historical tours, little patches of grass far and wide and so much to do and see! The great part about wanting to do stuff in Chicago is transit. Yes, a touchy subject here in SoFlo (we’re jealous of everyone who has it), the train system in Chicago makes life a gabillion times easier. From Wrigley Field to the airport the Blue Line and Red Line are a transportation fair ride – I thoroughly enjoyed this aspect of the city. I kind of had to, it made it so much easier to appreciate the history, architecture and art the city has to show you.

From the Sears (I will not call it Willis) Tower to the Cloudgate (aka the bean) I pretty much walked around the city with my jaw on the floor. The skyscrapers are beautiful and the stories behind their creators and the history of the city make it even more amazing to learn about. The city has worked hard to keep itself afloat, almost literally actually. But it only made them stronger and more full of pride for their fair town.

I’m in love, there is no doubt, I cannot wait to run back into the arms of this fair city, a city that feels like a town, and continue to get to know it. I want to eat at every fabulous and casual restaurant, I want to stare at every skyscraper and learn the ins and outs of their structure and history, and mostly I want to roam the streets and see where I end up. Chicago you are my love!

Cloud Gate Reflections

Foodie Unicorn Captured!

About a year ago I met someone who told me about this group of people called the South Florida Foodies – she thought I would be into what they do because I love to eat out and try new things. Of course, after hearing the name of this club I went home and searched for all the information I could find, and what I found, I liked.

I found out the SFLFoodies were a group of people who had one major thing in common, they love food and they love to try new restaurants. I also found out they are lead by a pretty cool lady, Maude Eaton. She puts together these great, epic events where all her foodie friends can meet each other and enjoy themselves over plate after plate of an incredibly thought out meal. I could not think of a better way to spend my Sunday evening as my turn to join these ambitious gourmands finally came!

Tonight’s SFLFoodie treat was at Sustain Miami and being pretty good about keeping up with new places in Miami I had heard about Sustain before and it was on my long list of places to try. Tonight was the night, I almost couldn’t believe it, not only would  I be dining with the Foodies, but I’d be dining at a place I was genuinely excited about trying! EEKKKK could I even contain myself at this point?

Well I did, I held it together long enough to eat, drink, meet and waddle back home from this eating even of epic proportions!

We arrived at Sustain a bit early and were greeted by the Diva herself, a treat because being an avid tweeter I’m always excited about putting a face to an avatar. Once we finished introductions we were directed to the bar (yea, that’s how they roll) where Daniel, a super nice bartender would be making a drink that dates back to the 1800s! What kind of cocktail concoctions are they making at Sustain you may ask? How about drinks the likes this little boozer has never seen before. The drink of the evening was an Old Smuggler made with gin and orange it was a great aperitiv and really refreshing for a hot Miami day. After I sipped my drink, small bites started making their way out into the bar area, nice little noshes like Peppers a la Plancha, Fried Chickpeas and the very popular Fried Chicken Skins.

Finally it was time to our take our seats and sample the goods Chef Alex had to offer us. From the start we were wowed, one word, caviar! Oh yea, I can’t forget to mention it was sitting on a plate next to foi gras! They had set the bar high and I have to say Sustain continued to deliver. Next course was a salad of local greens, local tomatoes and yes, local, (from Homestead) goat feta! If you’ve never had a tomato that’s not from a major super market do yourself a favor, go to Sustain and try this salad – it’s that good!

We sat, patiently waiting the next course, or well, I could not wait to taste this one. Shortrib sous vide!!!! Ok, if you don’t know what sous vide is, I’ll forgive you. Sous vide is the process of cooking by placing the food in a vacuum sealed bag and letting it cool for an extended period of time. This dish was amazing, the shortrib was spicy, yet the eggplant it was served next to was the cool you needed to calm the palette, scoop it all up with a small bread stick and I could have eaten this dish all night long.

Thankfully, I had way more food to look forward to as just as I was starting to get sad about the tartar being gone something else way put in front of us. Ok, not just one something else, how about four something else’s. The main course was served family style, I loved this because everyone at the table interacted more around the food since we had to pass it to each other. What were we passing? Fried chicken, Porcetta, Creamed Kale and Wet Fries. Each of these dishes on their own were delicious, but eat them all together and it’s a meal that you will not soon forget. No fancy sauces, no extravagant garnishes just good, filling, comforting food. On top of that, if one of the side dishes ran out they refilled it! Yes, we had two servings of Kale and Fries (yes simple fries were that good). Simple is the wrong word for the fries, they were amazing, mainly because they were drenched in bone marrow gravy!!! OMG!!! I had to fight not to lick my plate, or keep reaching for the few fries left in their plate. Then I remembered the longest description on the menu for the evening was dessert and I had to make sure there was room in my belly for it.

Banana Split, a classic ice cream shoppe offering, something that for many brings them back to childhood, summers and happy memories. This split was just that, but with a modern-feeling twist. I feel like this dessert would be Wonka approved if he were around to eat it. Let me break this down into layers for you, because it’s that important. First layer, apple banana, second layer banana, third layer one scoop vanilla one scoop cookies and cream ice cream. *breathe* Fourth layer, pineapples and strawberries. Fifth layer, whip cream and chocolate syrup. Ok, I’m done… that was dessert, it was amazing and I have a picture of it to prove it [pics].

Sadly, our meal was at it’s end. The plates were cleared, the checks were paid and it was time to bid the folks of Sustain farewell. I have to say, after waiting so long to attend a SFLFoodie event it was more than I could have ever imagined. Sustain was the perfect setting to accomplish this foodie dream of mine. It is the cherry on top of this little foodie’s weekend.

I do not have a future in competitive eating…

Remember that moment when you’re watching Man V. Food and Adam has the meat sweats and you wonder how he will ever go on with the challenge at hand? Or you sit there and wonder how he can ever enjoy a piece of food every again – well you have no idea just how difficult food challenges can be.

In a stroke of insanity, I recently decided to enter The Battle of the Beast: a burger eating contest in which 4 contestants ate 3 of Pinchofactory’s specialty burgers, competing to see who could eat all three first. I entered the competition because I am a fan of Pinchofactory, I liked the idea of a competition and I also knew I would be the only girl at the competition table and that kind of turned me on to it.

Honestly, I thought about chickening out once or twice but decided hey, it’s just a friendly competition and no harm will come if I lose. So I psyched myself up, mentally stretched out my tummy and showed up to Pinchofactory on Sunday May 1st ready to take the title already displayed on my back – Burger Queen.

When I arrived at Pinchofactory, I was so happy to be greeted by a slew of supporters. They made signs, a crown and brought their screaming voices to cheer on the underdog favorite of the competition. Just as the tension was to the point where I was nauseous from nerves it was time to sit down and attack the challenge.

The first burger was brought out, the buffalo blue: blue cheese, buffalo sauce and onion crisps. I attacked it and finished so quickly the second burger was not even ready for me. Good, I get a break, but bad because the burger was so piping hot I found myself chugging cold water to keep it from burning the inside of my throat. Surprisingly, at the end of the second burger (the Fritanga burger) I was doing alright, sure I did not really want to eat that last burger but I did not feel as though I was going to die just yet. No, that feeling came on with burger number three, the angry Texan. Texas toast, jalapeno cheese, turkey bacon, barbeque sauce and a huge mean looking patty – oh my God, why did Pinchofactory do this to me? The swallows became harder, the sweats became more prevalent and I started to feel nauseous. Was I going to make it? Had this challenge licked me? Keep in mind, I had not looked at my competitors, I was tracking their progress solely by what was being broadcast to me from the crowd of supporters — I knew I was in the lead, but how far in the lead I did not know. It did not matter, I had to finish and the pressure was on, on my stomach, throat and will to win. I wanted it bad, but would my stomach give out on me?

The last few bites came slowly and were tough to swallow but I managed to finish. The crowd went wild, they declared me the winner and I excused myself to the nearest garbage receptacle to evacuate the excess beef from inside my gut. Funny enough that got a reaction out of them as well.

I got home that day, after the pictures and the hoopla and I actually fell into a food coma, I wonder if that’s what Richman does post challenge? Almost a week later, my stomach has still not recovered.

The feeling that came over me during and after the challenge are feelings of fullness, disgust and revolt that I would rather never feel again. Every time someone congratulates me, I cringe because I think, wow, I did that most disgusting thing and people are still congratulating me? It’s a strange feeling, one I cannot explain, I am seriously revolted by the fact that I was able to consume that much food and still eat dinner the following day – something has to be wrong with my stomach?!

The main thing I took away from completing this challenge is that a serious change in diet is upon me. I do not like the feeling that came post challenge – I feel gross! I wanted to eat a salad for the first time in I don’t know how long!

My crowning moment

The weird thing is, I am still really happy that I won, regardless of the gross yucky feeling in my gut I still won. I am the winner, the burger queen and the chick that beat three guys in a burger eating contest – I am a bad ass.

My Furry Maniac

Some people would describe themselves as animals lovers, I would not. That is, not until a little furry maniac named Moe made his way into my life.

In true digital age fashion I found Moe while browsing an online pet finding site. Yes, I found my dog on Match for animals! http://www.petango.com/Forms/Petmatch.aspx I saw his little face and knew we had to meet him. Yes, the decision to bring Moe home was not one I made on my own. My often amazing, never disappointing counterpart who is an avid dog lover convinced me I would love having a dog at home and like many other times in our relationship he was right.

The minute this feisty guy saw us he knew we were hooked – all it took was one belly rub. We bought him a bowl, a leash and a bed and were off to show him his new home.

Flash forward a few weeks, the maniac is settled into his new home, he tells us when he has to pee and what foods / toys he does not like and I have gotten over the idea that he likes “dad” more than he does me. I look at him in the morning, half asleep as he stares at me from inside his cozy bed and I wonder – how did I become this loving of a dog?

My two guys!

Historically friends and family will tell you that I subscribe to the belief that dogs were meant to guard the home and were not supposed to be small enough to fit in your purse. I also believed dogs should be kept outside and did not enjoy them invading my personal space with their hair, smells and saliva, gross! Things are different now, with Moe I feel like he understands me and my limitations. He’s not a kisser, does not drool and is kinda sorta getting the hang of this whole, he is not allowed on the bed thing. I feel guilty when I get really mad at him for having an accident in the living room or running away from me during a walk but I think that frustration will pass over time as we continue to get to know each other.

For right now, I love him with his little doggy faults and all – I did not know I could do that. Love an animal unconditionally? It is a strange and new place for me, but then again if we are not putting ourselves in strange new places than I do not believe we are really living.

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