OhSoVane

Foodie, fumbler and lover writing it all down

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.

I’ll be there for you – No really, I will.

We’ve all seen that show where five friends share their lives and their coffee in the middle of Manhattan, we have all handed out special Valentine’s Day cards to those we love most on that special day and we have all made the conscious choice to share, with a few select people more than we share with most.

Today, I have no episode, no holiday and no choice to make – I have only to declare up front and in the open that without my truest dearest friends I would be lost. Today, on a random Tuesday I can sit here and name on one hand those who would come for me in a storm, those who would sit by my death bed and those who would look after my future if I was not around to live it.

What sparked this gratitude, of course something has to have, right? Well, yes, my gratitude today is sparked by our involuntary vulnerabilities in life, it is sparked by the changes that come with each breathe we take and it is sparked by the peace of mind I live in knowing these people are near me, even when they are not. The people who have told me they would be there and proved it, are the most incredible people I have ever met. In my short 27 years on this planet, living this fumbling mess of a life I have been so fortunate and continue to be reminded of said fortune every time I pick up their call, or are greeted by their hug or made to feel better by their touch. They are each a piece of me, not like a memory or a fond nail polish color, I mean like an organ, vital and necessary for life. They each play a role in who I am in the world and I reciprocate their affections by trying to return the favor. I can only hope to be part of what they are to me.

I will live my life returning the favor of their friendship. Not because I have to or because it is expected but because I genuinely care for these people and they genuinely care for me, we are, as cliché as it may sound, a family. Our lives are intertwined, our love is spread and shared and our futures rest on each other’s happiness. On this, or any other random Tuesday I can call on them or they me and I rest assured knowing all needs will be met and all woes will be corrected.

I have no show, no holiday, no new choices to make but what I have is gratitude towards those I call friends. As precious as if they were born in like family and essential as if they were my brain or my heart.

Another candle blows out, another question rises.

Tonight as I blew the candles out on another year of my life I also got to listen to an exceptional person speak about her life. The insight was a gift she did not realize she had given me.

Gabrielle Hamilton recently released her book, Blood, Bones & Butter and held a reading at Books & Books in the Gables. The book describes her life, growing up in the kitchen, being thrust into restaurants as a career and battling the inner want to write. Listening to her speak about her loves, writing and cooking made me think about how in my past year and upcoming year of life my struggle continues to be to find my loves.

With a wish made on a candle I foolishly hoped a fairy godmother would come out of the sky and say, “Happy birthday Vanessa, here is your passion.” That did not happen – great, now what?! Gabrielle talked about making the decision to leave one dream behind and pursue the more attainable of the two – I do not even have the one to start with?

Should I leave the dream of finding a dream behind and immerse myself in the monotony of a life void of a passion-driven career? Should I quit whining and count my blessing (there are tons)? Although I do not feel my desires make me any less grateful for my blessings than I am I cannot shake the feeling that something is missing – the only question is what?

The smoke is rising off my candles now, the room where Gabrielle spoke is empty and I am left another year older and another idea short of a life long passion. Like the bad cliffhanger on a prime time TV show, we will see you next season folks.

 

 

One For All & All For Food?

On the heels of the Sobe Wine and Food Fest taking over our fair city, it dawned on me that this is a jip!

Aren’t the days of good food for those who can afford it behind us? Didn’t our fore fathers fight for the right to five star dining way before many of us were born?

Have we overfed the Food Network monster, thus making chefs like Emeril Lagasse and Michael Symon too big to touch?

Maybe our fore fathers didn’t have much to do with it, but somewhere along the lines the same people who gave us access to the chefs we admire today made them unattainable. Why would I pay $300 ++ dollars to see Rachel Ray in person when she is going to be surrounded by beefy body guards? Food Network seems to have forgotten their very humble beginnings and the ring leaders of events such as SOBEWFF and NYWFF just remind others that they are not rich enough to attend events for foodies.

You’re thinking, I’m jealous and going on a whiney rant because I don’t have a ticket to a single event – you’re wrong. Sure there is a little piece of me that would have loved to be at Burger Bash with friends, enjoying people watching and free booze, but I do not believe many true foodies would pay to go to events like that, and the facade presented by the event is for those who want to say they are foodies, but they seem to just be people who can afford to throw money around at a who’s who event.

Whether it’s a Michelin star or a star on the walk of fame, shouldn’t people just be people? Yes, I was shaking like a teenage boy in a porn shop when it was my turn to shake hands with Anthony Bourdain at the Barnes and Noble in Union Square, that didn’t stop him from laughing off a nervous joke and being human. Yes, fan fare gets annoying, and people interrupting your daily life is something most of us will never have to learn to live with but with the amount of buzz around events like SOBEWFF couldn’t there be at least one event that inched a bit closer to a price range real foodies could afford? Don’t they know kids like us spend all our money on food?

I guess it will just remain a case of the haves against the have nots – I say take a couple of these chefs and stick them at the Tamiami Food Truck Court, they will have a better time than surrounded by snooty psudofoodies in a tent on South Beach!

Year-end Wrap Up (or something like that)

Everyone’s got a New Year’s blog post and I guess I’m no different – except that mine is almost a full month late!

I opted to wait until the first day of the New Year to start to write mine to make sure I didn’t leave anything out from 2010 that would need to be recalled in 2011. Why would I need to recall anything you ask? Well, it’s because 2010 was such a monumental year for me that I cannot imagine remembering every lesson learned without some help. I also want to use this post as a thank you to all those who stood by me in 2010.
The close circle of people around me this year have a lot to do with how it turned out. From my family who opened their arms and homes to me when I decided to make an impromptu move cross country, to the friends who came and got me when I was ready to come home. Each person I came in contact with this year was not just an acquaintance, they were each a rule, a lesson and a memory that I would soak into my mind and take with me onto the next adventure.
Could I be so lucky to have done such crazy things and not only come out unscathed, but better?! How could I not be grateful? No worries, I am. I am so grateful for those around me and all the lessons I encountered I cannot remember ever feeling this way in my 20 something years on this planet. Gratitude!

All my antics took something from within me, something I hadn’t seen in myself for quite some time, more than guts, arrogance or bravado my actions in 2010 took courage. I found the courage to leave home, the courage to learn the way other people lived and appreciate their differences, I found the courage to love people I had never before known I could and I found the courage to wear my feelings be them good or bad on the sleeve of the shirt I wore each day. I also discovered that sometimes failures can be victories in disguise. Finally, acknowledging that my plan wasn’t the right plan was the bravest part. Courage!

We learn not too long after kindergarten that a thumbs up does not a long-lasting friend make. I learned in 2010 that the friends I kept influenced the person I wanted to be. So, I trimmed the fat on the friends list of my life and turned the focus to the few people who understood who I am and accepted me anyway. I look around my dining room table today with the confidence to tell you, my reader, that those who sit at either side of me and break bread are those who I have chosen as family in my adult life. Their friendship means to me as much as the life of a blood relative ever would – they are the chosen family. When we reach an age where we can decide who to spend time with, they have been the ones at the front lines of my life time and time again. They are the reason the world can kick my ass day in and day out and I roll with the punches. My Friendships make me a better person.
As 2011 begins and 2010 becomes more and more of a distant memory I have a lot of work to do. I have many goals set before me in this new year: education, health and travel being the top 3. I must also remember to write – I do not want to continue to neglect this blog! Most importantly, I want to live in the moment and not wait for one to present itself. We all know how limited time is so monotony is not an option.

Umm… I joined Weight Watchers!

5, 4, 3, 2, 1…. Happy New Year!!!!

Ok, that part was all good and fun, I drank my champagne, saw every fire work from Bayfront to Sunny Isles and kissed the most awesome boyfriend ever when the clock struck midnight.
Now that the smoke has settled and the holiday frenzy is over, I am supposed to be getting on with this New Year’s Resolution garbage, and I am not so sure I buy into it.
What is so magical about January 1, insert year here that makes things so much more attainable? Why do we depend on the tick of the clock or the flip of the switch to motivate us to change who we are – can change not be as effective on Wednesday April 14th? 

Whether it can or not, I do not have the answer, all I know is that to me it feels like once the Holiday ferris wheel has stopped spinning I like to take a look at the past year and the year ahead and assess what I can do differently that may be more effective positively in my life.
This year my health is the focus, mental, physical and spiritual. I want to grow as much as possible as a person in 2011 and in order to do so I have to make sure my vessel of travel in this life is in tip top shape.
This morning I took the first step, I began my day at a Weight Watchers meeting. I know, you are thinking that a simple fad diet is not going to give me the change I need to be more healthy. What you are not thinking is that I am not looking at Weight Watchers as a temporary fix to an expanding waste line, I am looking at Weight Watchers as a reminder of how to make better choices, not because I do not love a greasy burger just as much as the next guy but because I know that greasy burger costs me another notch on the belt!
Stay tuned for more posts about adventures in healthy eating!

Perfect doesn’t mean Forever

We all grew up on fairy tales of princes and knights and love conquers all. Then we wake up one day to broken homes, abusive men and countless other anti fairy tale scenarios. It can be quite a traumatic experience. We lick our wounds and build new ideals for our chosen companions, things like brains over brawn, languages versus sung lyrics and family values versus a castle on the hill.

 

We’ve resorted to meeting online instead of at the ball and have even recently been told that maybe a lovely Duke of a man is better consolation to a pompous Prince who may never show his face. Luckily for us, the Gods of all things love occasionally place a person in our path to remind us how good perfection can really feel, even if only for a moment.

They always say, it comes to you when you’re not looking for it. The kismet power of an unlikely companion, the rush of knowing you weren’t meant to fall for each other and the incredible feeling you get when you realize you did anyway. It may not be butterflies and rainbows but the connection is unmistakable. This person gets your humor, reads your expressions with confident accuracy and thinks you’re incredible flaws and all. The mutuality of it makes it all the more uncanny, how did this happen, where did this person come from, and how long will this last? Sometimes, it’s not long. Not long at all.

Whether circumstance, age or timing something lets us know this is nothing but a passing moment of happiness and not an opportunity for lifelong love. As sad as we may be at the idea that this is expiration date love we should regale in the learning and love that lies within our temporary companions’ time.

Placed in our path for a reason only to be uncovered in taking the risk let these people remind you why you endure the pain, kiss the frogs and fight the demons. Their lessons are tailored somehow to guide us. They remind us of our path, teach us lessons we didn’t know we needed to learn or do something for us we couldn’t do for ourselves.

Their time may be limited, but their love is as perfect as a picture. Frozen, untouched by the elements and unrelenting despite all odds. Treat them as you would a shooting star, make a wish and watch them fall into the night, never to be seen again.

 

Two Weeks in Paradise!

How fortunate am I? I got to spend 18 fun filled days soaking up the sights, sounds and tastes of paradise on the Mediterranean. Surrounded by family, some of whom I didn’t even know I scaled ruins, swam in waters I had only ever read about, ate some of the freshest seafood of my life and got to appreciate first hand the vast diversity of my family.

We grow up being told we have family all over the world but it’s not until you get to sit down and break bread that the similarities of our lives and the reality of our connections come to light. Pair this with late nights around tables where the wine just doesn’t seem to run out and you’ve got the vacation of a life time.
I’m so grateful! So, thank you Greece, thank you family and thank you Lord for granting me such vast blessings!

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