Lunchbox Liz

I blog every day, really--just most of the time it is in my head. Maybe before blogs this was just our thoughts and now we think of our thoughts as type with pictures. For instance, yesterday I was using some miso dressing on a salad and thought "oh, this would be a good one to share," and mentally wrote the recipe down and thought of a lead. Or, while I was traveling in Tampa last week and discovered that all along I could have been ordering my hot tea with seamed milk not just ordinary pour-from-the-pitcher milk. Or, the recipe for grilled coleslaw hat I made when my family cam to visit. Or, how lately I sit in the back pasture and watch our goats eat with such gusto it makes one envious.

The answer--besides everything--is organic. I was shocked to find that the goats shunned conventionally grown produce, even things they love like cabbage and carrot peels. I discovered this because it is between growing seasons at the farm and we are buying more conventionally grown produce at the local grocery store. I thought that maybe my goats were just picky, but when I happened to go to the health food store and stocked up on organic produce they chowed down. Now, don't believe for one moment that if I left the conventionally grown bits out for them they wouldn't eventually eat it. It's just they prefer organic. Don't we all.

I've welcomed our goat herd to the back yard. Blogging has once again gone by the wayside. From left to right are: Faith, Zeus, Diva, and the tiny leg just visible is Bella. Diva is working hard at being herd queen and gives Bella a very hard time. Zeus has decided he is not going to have any of that and comes to Bella's rescue. Faith goes with whomever is winning. So goes my lunch hour.

This month book club read The Secret Garden. It was a choice between this and The Omnivore's Dilemma. We chose redemption over castigation. I found The Secret Garden Cookbook at the library and dropped into the lap of the host. She rose to the challenge and made a beautiful meal of roast chicken with bread sauce, mint peas, and roasted carrots. The piece de la résistance was the summer pudding. Made by smashing white bread into a mold, slathering it with butter and then dumping in cherry preserves and allowing it to sit over night. Topped with whipped cream it was like eating jelly sandwiches, but better!

Fourish years ago my friend's Meagan and Brian escaped to the pacific northwest to live on a sailboat with three cats. This is their backyard and their boat. When I'm in the area I always drop by for a visit. We eat, drink, and reminisce. The three of us --with a few others in tow; they went home after the summer--moved to Colorado together after throwing darts at a map. Brian has become the cook in the family. He ponders over what food to cook and when to do it, while we sip on beers and talk. It's good to be with old friends.

A few weeks ago I traveled to the Seattle area. My first stop was a visit with Jake and Ande, a couple that started the supper club in which my husband and I used to participated for many years until everyone moved away. The first thing we did was, of course, lunch. Jake took me to his favorite spot near his office where he works. Apparently none of his coworkers will go there because the food is too weird. He works at Amazon so one might think that his coworkers would be a little more adventurous, plus this is apparently the spot where all the cool Asian professional baseball players hang out. The restaurant features Thai, with American fusion overtones—which makes it sound regal—it’s the neighborhood bar. I had the hamburger steak. The hamburger had onions and probably some breadcrumb mixed in and was topped with graded radish. It was served with a small salad with corn, peppers, with Thai dressing made of sesame oil, chilies, sugar, rice vinegar and soy (I'm guessing here), a small pile of pasta mixed with ketchup, and steamed rice. The meal was out of this world, even the ketchup-laden pasta. I thought the rice was overkill, but there was so much dressing left on the plate that I dumped the rice on top and ate it as dessert. Always trust a foodie to point you in the right direction.

My sixth day on skis this season led me to last place, again. I can't complain even though my continual training goal is to not come in last. I didn't train this year—writing a book puts a kibosh on training as well as blogging. At least, unlike the last race I did two weeks ago, they didn't have to send the snowmobile out to see if I was lost. Still a bad day skiing beats a lot of other things I could be doing.

We stayed in a cabin with other skiers where we could talk about all of the gory details like if we had on enough clothes or too many, what the hills were like, the snow conditions, how our wax did. At the end of the day we a shared a meal with the members of the Boulder Nordic Club.

Potlucks always seem to work out. (If I discount the Tour de France party where everyone brought green salads from their garden; the following year we all brought desserts.) We had a really great meal starting with wine and a small pizza followed by dinner of tomato soup and green salad with roasted chicken and then topped it off with a warm brownie. All complimented with wonderful chat. That's what I call a good day.

Today Lunch
Tomato Soup

1 28-oz can diced tomatoes
1 28-oz can whole tomatoes
1 28-oz can crushed tomatoes
2 cups red wine
1/2 cup roasted chili or other peppers, chopped (see below for instruction)
2 cups rice, soy, or cow's milk
1 onion, chopped
2 tbsp basil
1 tbsp thyme
2 cloves garlic, chopped
1/4 cup olive oil
Salt and pepper to taste

Pour olive oil in a large soup pot and place on medium heat. Add garlic and cook for a few minutes. Add onions and cook then until they are translucent. Pour wine into the mixture along with the herbs and bring it to a low boil and cook until the liquid is reduced in half. Place the whole tomatoes in a large bowl and squish with your fingers to reduce their size. Add all tomatoes along with the chilies, milk, salt and pepper, and the rest of the olive oil and cook for twenty minutes just below a boil. I find that tomato soup is best served the day after you make it; the flavors intensify. Serves 4.

Roasted Peppers: I use a gas grill with a cover. Wash whole peppers and have them ready at the grill. Turn the grill onto the lowest heat setting. Place the peppers on the grill immediately and close the cover. Cook for about five minutes checking halfway though to make sure they aren't burning. Flip the peppers and toast on the other side. They should be done when they begin to wilt and show grill marks. They are really easy to burn, but don’t worry. The burned bits peal off pretty easily. You can even leave some over toasted spots to add flavor. Allow the peppers to cool, chop off the tops and remove the seeds. Chop and freeze in 1/2-cup increments for future use.