Curried Coconut Chicken & Peanut Butter Noodles

Listen, it's not like I never do adventurous things. I mean, you know: I ride roller coasters. I cut 11 inches off my hair. I launch out into self-employment. And hello, there was that mountain in Maine I won't let anyone forget about. Remember?! But when it comes to my kitchen and new types of cuisine, even I will admit that I stick pretty close to the basics: American, Italian, sometimes Greek, but pretty rarely anything outside that. And if it weren't for my friend Stacey, who came over Tuesday night to, at her suggestion, try making Thai food, that would all be exactly the same. Our plan of attack was simple: pick two recipes, adapt the ingredients to be fully natural, follow the instructions and cook. … [Read more...]

(My Kind of) Curried Chicken Salad

Chicken salad is the #1 thing I don't order at restaurants. And I think this makes perfect sense. I mean, first of all, who wants chicken salad when you can get a tomato mozzarella panini or a sandwich with basil pesto or heck, a juicy burger made from locally sourced meat? But second, and even more importantly, chicken salad is what you call a risky food. Trust me: bad chicken salad is bad. Like, rip-your-mouth-out bad. B-A-D bad. Three years ago, the last time I ordered it in a restaurant that I remember, I was up the whole night afterward, sick. Violently sick. And the next day, when I called the manager of said dining establishment to let him know, he didn't believe me. … [Read more...]

for days like these

Every now and then, it's good to be reminded of one's relative unimportance, I think. To say to yourself: I am just one of the many __________, for heaven's sake! (Insert your title there, be it waitress or lawyer or salesperson or, well, you know, copywriter.) In the grand scheme of things, life will go on without me, and everyone will be fine. What seems so important in the light of a few angry exchanges today won't matter a bit in a few years (Or months! Or days!) from now. In fact, some time all too soon, I probably won't even remember it. Do you ever have days like that? Days where you are repeating to yourself handy little sayings like, "You aren't a brain surgeon, you know?" (Unless, of course, you are a brain surgeon, in which case I don't know what you say to yourself when having such a day. But, on second thought, you probably don't even get that luxury, and you're definitely not reading my little blog. My outlook is improving already.) Well, here's what I suggest next … [Read more...]