I used to really, really hate the flavor of many fresh herbs. Especially fresh parsley and mint. Just smelling or thinking about either one kind of made me want to die a little bit. You know how in Sex and The City, Carrie tells servers she’s allergic to fresh parsley because she hates it so much? Yeah, that’s pretty much what I wanted to do (but never really did).
How do you feel about the ham at Easter dinner? To be honest, along the lines of how the turkey is usually my least favorite part of Thanksgiving dinner, I could always take or leave the ham at Easter, too. This all changed a few years ago when a friend told me that her family always ate their Easter ham cold. After all, the ham that most people serve is already fully cooked. You’re just supposed to re-heat it in the oven, but you don’t need to (check the label of your ham to make sure it’s “ready to eat”). At first I thought this was a little strange. So…you have hot scalloped potatoes and other hot side dishes, but the ham is cold? What?
If I’m being honest, this post very nearly didn’t happen. For another year, I am completely, distractingly obsessed with the Decorah Eagle Cam. If you’re not familiar with these eagles, first of all: I’m sorry. If you click that link, you’ll get hooked.
The camera overlooks the nest of a family of bald eagles in Decorah, Iowa. You get to watch the two eagles raise their adorable eaglets each Spring. You see Mom Eagle fly off to go hunting and bring back a huge fish. You see Dad Eagle organize the nest and keep things tidy (quite the homekeeper, he is). You see both of them pluck food and put it into their eaglet’s mouths. And then you watch one of them hunker down on top of the babies to protect them while the other flies away in search of more food (the eaglets are fed like 20 times a day). Truly, it’s mesmerizing. Productivity for the Foxes Love Lemons staff (ummm . . . me) has never been lower.
Fun fact about me: when I was a kid, it seemed like I won nearly every contest or drawing I entered. I had the best luck! Random drawings? I won them. Coloring contests in the newspaper? I rocked those Crayolas. Reading contests? I read the most books. Contests to sell the most boxes of Girl Scout cookies? I went straight to the rich people’s houses in the neighborhood.
I even won “guess how many ____ are in this ___” contests. I distinctly remember the movie theater having a contest to guess how many gum balls or something were in a big jar. I guessed closest, and thus received an Adult XL size “Honey I Blew Up The Kid” t-shirt. Perfect for a nine-year-old girl, yes?
Packing our lunches for the work week is a continual series of ups and downs. Since I work from home, with full access to a fridge and kitchen appliances, my lunches can be a little more flexible. If all else fails, I can poach an egg, put it on a piece of toast and call it good. But I like to make sure that Jeff has a good lunch to take to work, too.
Some weeks, we have all kinds of blog food leftovers. “There’s chicken! And roasted veggies! And salad fixins’! Or, I could make you a smoothie! Or a sandwich! Or a chicken and roasted veggie sandwich! Which one do you want?”
Other days, the “What can I take for lunch?” question is met with “Well…there’s this apple. I’m not sure how old it is. But you could dip it in peanut butter. And…there’s this half of a piece of salmon. And….mixed nuts? Is that an OK lunch?”
Some of my culinary school classes started at 5:30 in the morning. By the time I got to school, many of the chefs and teaching assistants had already been hard at work for an hour or more, prepping the food needed for the day’s service at the student-run restaurant. The hardest part of those early classes wasn’t actually waking up before dawn. It was the smells I encountered when I walked in.