November 1, 2009

Tour of Philadelphia

The flag above Independence Hall

The flag above Independence Hall

We’ve lived outside Philadelphia for a few months now and have had ample opportunity to do both the touristy stuff (well worth it) and some off-the-beaten-path stuff. A random sample of my favorites from the tourist-circuit follows.

The crowd outside tourist trap Pat's waiting for their Cheesesteaks.

The crowd outside tourist trap Pat's waiting for their Cheesesteaks.

Pat’s (above) and its competition, Geno’s (below) stand on opposite sides of the same intersection and peddle the classic Philly staple: the Cheesesteak. Neither are truly Philly’s best, but both are wildly successful, kitschy, and in an obviously beneficial pseudo-symbiotic relationship that should be the subject of multiple economic studies.

THERE IS A RIGHT WAY TO ORDER A CHEESESTEAK. Say this: “Yeeah, canigetta Wiz wit?” They will know.

Phil-licious.

Phil-licious.

Independence Mall, while bustling during the day with large groups of Asian tourists and their gigantic cameras and school groups on the Duck Tour Bus, empties out at night and becomes eerily quiet. Though you don’t feel transported into the past, you do feel a greater appreciation for the significance of the area. Most people go home and watch National Treasure immediately after the Mall at Night experience, I’m told.

Independence Hall at night.

Independence Hall at night.

The Liberty Bell, resting after a long day's work.

The Liberty Bell, resting after a long day's work.

What I’ve found so striking in my 3 visits to the Liberty Bell is that no one actually looks at it – instead they stand in front of it and have their photo taken.

The city from the bridge.

The city from the bridge.

The Walt Whitman Bridge and the Delaware Memorial Bridge both afford striking views of the city. The view is nearly always enough to shut me up. I love crossing these bridges, traffic be damned.

The tower at Independence Hall.

The tower at Independence Hall.

The famous stairs to the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

The famous stairs to the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

I truly have come to adore Philadelphia, and I’m so happy we were able to find a home nearby. Next step: Taking ownership of South Jersey. (I’m working on it.)

October 26, 2009

Turkey on the road

The title is not meant to imply that this recipe is adapted from the menu at the Road Kill Cafe.

We made the road trip to our home state last week, and I plotted and planned different dishes that were portable, protein-filled, and delicious straight from the cooler. One of these adapted recipes follows – and was so good that I had to make myself a plate for lunch today. Wrapped individually, these were the perfect on-the-road meal.

Mini Turkey Meatloaf (adapted from the Cooking Light Dinner Tonight cookbook)

Ingredients/Instructions:

Saute:
1 cup white onion, chopped
4 garlic cloves, minced
splash of olive oil

Add to:
6 tbsp. almond flour (breadcrumb substitute)
2 tbsp. fresh Italian parsley
2 tsp. Worcestershire sauce (I spelled that right the first time!)
pinch of salt
bigger pinch of pepper
1 tsp. oregano
1/2 tsp. thyme
1/4 tsp. red pepper flakes
1/4 tsp. cayenne pepper
4 tbsp. ketchup
2 egg whites
1 lb. ground turkey

Place 1/2 c. balls of the above mixture onto 5×5 squares of wax paper and place the loaded squares into the cups of a muffin baking tin. Press the meat lightly so the shape conforms to the tin within the wax paper sheets. Paint each mini loaf with a bit of ketchup mixed with wing sauce and bake at  350 degrees for 40 minutes.

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For my lunch I added a side of acorn squash – halved and baked cut-side down for 40 minutes at 350 degrees. Acorn squash is sweet all on its own and needs nothing but to be scooped from the skin and enjoyed!

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October 12, 2009

We Eat Mor Chikin

I drive by a very enthusiastic cow nearly every day I go to work. This cow spends its mornings outside the Cinnaminson Chick-Fil-A dancing, waving and holding up a sign encouraging me to “Eat Mor Chikin.” Because I have an odd fondness for this cow – and maybe even a tiny hidden desire to wear that cow suit and Be-Bop on the street corner – I said to myself one day, “All right, Cow. I will. I will eat more Chikin.”

Spence is a master griller and cooks the most tender, juicy chicken in the world (whereas I always manage to overcook and overmarinate mine). For this delicious dinner, Spence was on the Chicken Steering Committee and I was on the No Less Important Side Dish Committee.

Quite simply, after our standard marinade of crushed garlic and olive oil, Spence basted the chicken with wing sauce continually as it grilled. Then he garnished with Parsley and arranged it on a platter (all right – I did that part).

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The No Less Important Side Dish committee had been working tirelessly on an exciting and delicious green bean recipe. The results follow – and absolutely did not disappoint!

Ingredients:
6 slices Nitrite and Nitrate-free bacon
Fresh Farmer’s Market white onion, chopped
Fresh Farmer’s Market green beans
1 cup homemade vegetable broth (easy to make – just boil tons of root veggies and spices for a few hours and taste.)

I cut the uncooked bacon into jagged chunks and cooked in a lightly greased pan with the onion.

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Once the bacon and onions were cooked to the satisfaction of the NLISDC, I added the beans and vegetable broth, covered, and cooked at medium heat until most of the broth cooked off and the beans took on a caramelized look – about 30 minutes. The deliciousness was outburst-worthy!

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October 8, 2009

McCoconut Biskin Breakfast

So I’ve gotten into “exploratory cooking” of late – I’ve had many failed substitution attempts (some were seriously misguided – we had a kitchen meltdown over a failed Jalapeno Popper experiment) but overall I’ve found some fantastic products that are not only yummy and unique, but more nutritious than their predecessors.

First up – coconut flour (Bob’s Red Mill Coconut Flour is expensive but easy to find). Apparently there’s an entire coconut flour movement out there, at the helm of which is the book Cooking with Coconut Flour: A Delicious Low-Carb, Gluten-Free Alternative to Wheat by Bruce Fife. Most of the recipes I found involving coconut flour were adaptations of recipes from Fife’s very enthusiastic book. Coconut milk has also become a staple in our house.

As with any recipe that adapts an existing favorite by shifting a fundamental ingredient, it took my palate a moment to adjust to the more FULL flavor of coconut flour. According to Fife, 100% of the flour in baked goods can be replaced with coconut flour.

This delicious McCoconut Biskin Breakfast was brought to you by Spence (Biskin = Biscuit + Muffin). It’s as sweet and flavorful as a McGriddle (not that I’ve had one…) and far more versatile. And far less likely to make your butt too big for the car seat.

Delicious, moist, sweet coconut flour Biskins

Delicious, moist, sweet coconut flour Biskins

Combine the following:
3 Eggs
2 tbs. melted butter
2 tbs. coconut milk
3 tbs. Really Raw natural honey
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. pure vanilla extract

Add:
1/4 cup coconut flour
1/4 tsp. baking powder

Thoroughly mix, pour into muffin cups, and bake at 400 degrees for 15 minutes. Add a sausage patty and you’re golden!

So simple, yet so delightful!

So simple, yet so delightful!

September 29, 2009

Holy Pioli!

Spence and I, by the grace of the Chemlawn guy, hunted down a bar in the heart of South Philly (ya know, the type of area where people still refer to longtime acquaintances as “from th’ neighborhood”) that is a 100%, gung-ho, true-fan Chiefs joint.

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Notice the Arrowhead in the window - akin to the single candle in a window one can see in many homes across the East Coast.

It began in the late 70’s when Big Charlie himself promised the Chiefs gods his unswerving loyalty if they delivered on a bet he’d placed. They did – and since then the establishment has flourished as an oasis for born Chiefs fans and a safe-haven for converted Eagles fans across the city. Big Charlie’s is filled with Philly natives who fell in love with the Chiefs years ago for reasons that are as varied as they are delightful. One gentleman has been a Chiefs supporter ever since Joe Delaney died attempting to save 3 children from drowning in 1983. Another followed Dick Vermeil to the Church of Arrowhead and never looked back.

Big Charlie’s has been featured in a Chiefs documentary and has also been awarded a Sports Emmy, an award which they proudly display, and just last week BC’s reputation was further honored with a visit from none other than Chiefs General Manager Scott Pioli, the man responsible for 3 Patriots Super Bowls and now entrusted with the hopes & dreams of Arrowhead addicts everywhere.

Spence and I happened to stop by Big Charlie’s the day before the Chiefs played the Eagles in Philly – we wanted to scope out their Chiefs Room (memorabilia galore) and find out if this place existed outside our wildest dreams. We were immediately treated like family, met the entire “clan,” and were tipped off to Pioli’s visit that night. We returned hours later in full Chiefs regalia and were ushered into prime Pioli-meeting position by Michael, one of the hard-Philly guys who give Big Charlie’s its unique, frank, and fierce-family personality.

Not only did we get a handshake, but a picture (doesn’t Pioli look delighted to meet us?) and even a few words in. All in all, Spence was starstruck and I was overjoyed to find that a man of such methodical mystery was so kind, genuine and conversational in person.

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We could have been the only people in the room that night. (Cue music and wistful stare)

The Chiefs didn’t deliver us the W in Philly, but the whole outing restored our enthusiasm for a new, better Chiefs all-around.

September 17, 2009

Paul Rudd – The Thinking Woman’s Colin Farrell

Alternate Title: WHY HAS NOBODY SEEN THIS MOVIE?!?

The title is overwrought. But truly – is there anyone more adorable, effortlessly funny or, well…ADORABLE than Paul Rudd? (Completely voluntary side-note: Besides my super adorable and effortlessly funny Feyonce.)

I was first introduced to Mr. Rudd when he played the sparkly-eyed ex-stepbrother of Alicia Silverstone’s Cher in the throes of his “post-adolescent idealistic phase.” Mr. Rudd brings those same sparkly eyes to I Could Never Be Your Woman, yet another delightful Rudd flick featuring Clueless vet Stacey Dash (a shamefully underrated actress) as well as the following smashingly awesome actors:

Michelle Pfeiffer (Have you seen a single woman in the last 30 years who is HOTTER than Michelle Pfeiffer? Sweet Jeez.)

Fred Willard (He played Ed Harken in Anchorman, and wasn’t too shabby in favorites like A Mighty Wind and Waiting For Guffman. You know who he is.)

Wallace Shawn (Vizzini in The Princess Bride – need I say more?)

Jon Lovitz (This man is absolutely hilarious in anything he does, whether on SNL, in a guest role on Friends or as the witless, well-intentioned teacher in the Dangerous Minds spoof High School High – incidentally, Dangerous Minds was the first movie I ever saw Michelle Pfeiffer in. Okay, that’s not true. It was Grease 2).

Sally Kellerman (Okay, nobody knows who this is. But you should.)

Tracey Ullman (I could do without her role in this movie. But sitting through a few minutes of Tracey Ullman as Mother Nature is a small price to pay.)

Henry Winkler (Two words – Barry Zuckercorn. Oh, and “eeeeeeeeyyy.”)

You absolutely cannot say “no” to a movie featuring a lineup like this. I would watch these people rearrange their sock drawers if I could.

But it’s not just the lineup that makes this movie a gem. It is also funny, sweet, timely and witty, with perfectly understated charm. The “funny” in this movie is less slapstick and more soul – rare and downright delightful. I simply cannot fathom that I didn’t hear about this movie before my free trial of Cinemax (3 months on-the-house with my new FIOS service, thankyouverymuch).

In all, silly title. But well worth moving to the top of your Netflix queue immediately.

September 15, 2009

I ran out of detergent…

…So I’m turning the Tide box over, climbing on top and hoping somebody listens – nay, THINKS – about what I’m about to say.

Though I am a cheerleader for preventative healthcare, medical research, and common-sense ways to care for oneself to keep oneself feeling healthy and vibrant both spiritually and physically, I simply do not understand why so few people challenge the status quo when it comes to “conventional wisdom.” (The Food Pyramid is Wrong.) Dr. Oz be damned, there’s more to the picture than anyone seems to see.

We’ve lost the concept of Self-Care entirely. It has been swallowed by the misinterpreted Medical Science heading, and the general frenzy of the unthinking masses has made all other Scientific fields secondary (Science is ”a branch of knowledge or study dealing with a body of facts or truths systematically arranged and showing the operation of general laws,” according to Dictionary.com; and “Medicine” according to Webster is “the science and art dealing with the maintenance of health.” I assert here that “medicine” has come to mean less the art and more the medicating, so let’s not split hairs on points of technical definition.) The only reality we see, the only diagnosis or treatment regimen we attempt, the only wisdom we take as truth are the scribbles on a Rx pad. Men and women carrying hundreds of excess pounds of body fat are diagnosed with Diabetes, gout, high blood pressure, what have you – and we cry publicly that a cure for Diabetes must be found! There are too many stingers on this scorpion to not seek other, equally scientific, non-medicinal sources for health. (Jesus did it, for example. And he said we could too. He said it, not me…I digress.)

The physical cure for many cases of Diabetes – and beyond that, for depression, exhaustion, addiction, even cancer in some cases – is proper, conscientious Self-Care. This includes the science of medicine, the science of Christ, the science of ecology – you name it. The treatment of disease (or, “absence of ease”) is what defines the medical field today, and it is a noble field indeed. But the ease of pill-popping and accepting a diagnosis made in a 15-minute office visit under the dark cloud of malpractice insurance has made us irresponsible, even ignorant, about our own capacity for prevention and healing. The medical system is currently completely overwhelmed and we must be more thoughtful about our self-care in order to bring it back to the center, clinically and financially.

We got off-track somewhere in the well-intentioned battle for better health and lost sight of the truths of our existence. We turn around post-accident, survey the wreckage and ask, “how can I un-mangle this?” The answer? Drive safely and attentively in the first place.

I’m melding two issues here by postulating that the Medical field is a branch of the Science of Existence and not the Science itself, while mentioning Jesus in the same breath. But there is a spiritual side to wellness that is equally scientific and medically verifiable, but unconventional and therefore often disregarded (unless it is invoked in a last-resort situation). But how can this be continually ignored when hospital infections alone account for as many as 18,000 premature deaths each year? Is this simply “par for the course?” Are we using our reasoning skills to answer the Health question, or are we reasoning backwards to justify the only healthcare system most of us have ever known?

We can make medical science better by exploring our existence as whole, loved, spiritual, healthy, resource-appreciative individuals, and possibly discover a more complete existence in the process.

September 2, 2009

He Shed Himself!

Wherein he keeps manly items.

Wherein he keeps manly items.

Sorry ladies – the architect is spoken for.

I know I’ve been absent for a bit – I had a wonderful few days with family and dear friends in Kansas City preparing for the Santa Fe wedding of the lovely Miss Jones – and doing some recon for my own wedding in 2010! That said, 30-day updates are on the way.

Your daily four-walled hotness is above. While I slaved away on the various self-serving things I enjoy, my man was busy outside, prepping and constructing the structure you see in my stunning photojournalistic work. Not only did he spread earth, create the shed’s foundation, and construct the final details in a surprise downpour, but he had to dig up and haul those cement blocks from the opposite side of the yard (they served previously as a foundation for the former owner’s shed). Yes, I asked him to *please* build the shed on the opposite side of the yard. (See the “Being Difficult” clause in the engagement handbook.)

He’s modest, so I’ve omitted the picture I demanded he let me take of him flexing his biceps next to the newly finished shed. But it definitely exists. Boy, does it exist!

A perfectly-constructed foundation in the perfect corner of the yard.

A perfectly-constructed foundation in the perfect corner of the yard.

August 25, 2009

Journalistic Integrity vs. Media Savvy, Round 1

The death of Michael Jackson garnered more media coverage in a few weeks than Afghanistan has all year.

This is according to The Project for Excellence in Journalism. Link to their methodology here.

So, since January 1, 2009, Afghanistan – a country that just conducted a presidential election (early results just now coming out) and a place that plays an undeniable role in the course of the world as we know it – received in 8 months the same measure of coverage that a drug-addled singer whose career represents the height of idol worship, obsessive escapism, excess and irresponsibility, received in a few weeks. Yes, the downfall of “MJ” was tragic. Potential starlets can learn from it. But the hero worship is an affront to the truly admirable, relatable, respectable hero we lost on the same day: On June 25, 2009, Army First Lt. Brian Bradshaw was killed by an IED in Afghanistan.

Don’t tell me people “identified” with MJ. That they felt close to him because of his life, his struggles, his music. Call it what it is. Obsessive escapism. Fixation on the “haves” – most especially their falls from grace – by the “have nots.” His music was good. Leave it there. The highest-rating “news” outlets are petrified of losing viewership by covering what we actually need to know – what we should know.

I saw more Facebook status updates to the tune of “rip michael” and “omg the kind Of Pop died your kidding me” the day MJ passed than I have ever seen regarding Afghanistan or the US presence in Asia and the Middle East – and July was called our “deadliest month” in Afghanistan thus far. The PEJ reported on August 19 that press coverage of Afghanistan increased exponentially over the 8/10 – 8/16 newsweek as their election approached. Encouraging. But not encouraging enough. More than 7 years after initializing our post-9/11 presence, and in the midst of a renewed offensive, Afghanistan in 2009 has garnered less than 4% of monitored media coverage.

Afghanistan is the real “ongoing story,” and Bradshaw is the real hero.

Point: Media Savvy
Score: Journalistic Integrity 0; Media Savvy 1

August 24, 2009

I reserve the right…

…To look in the mirror after my first good workout in weeks – and be a little irritated that I don’t look 10 pounds lighter yet.