On Tuesdays I work at coffee shops with a couple girlfriends who also call their homes their workplaces. It’s a good chance to knock social activity and work hours out together (she says, like a true introvert) and one that gives all of us an excuse to spend $5 at a local business as well as put on normal clothes before noon (okay, that last part might just be me). This past week, we also met up on Thursday, and when we did it was at the new coffee shop in my neighborhood, which is also the first coffee shop in my neighborhood, a news-worthy event for South Nashville if ever there were one. Since it opened 1.5 weeks ago, I have already discussed this hip new place and its white string lights and ample seating area with our neighbors down the street at lunch on Memorial Day, my friend Jenna at book club (who, notably, found out about it in the community newsletter I’ve apparently known nothing about) and, also, at a workshop that my friend and former neighbor Ashley led in Hermitage, when the sweet nine-months-pregnant girl sitting next to me said she lived in Woodbine and the coffee shop was the first thing we had to discuss.
I’ve met the owner three times now (although I’m sure he has no idea who I am), including in a long conversation my never-met-a-stranger coffee-shop work buddies and I shared with him and another guy, about Internet and Google Fiber and the fact that this stranger who was eating a scone next to me turns out to live walking distance from my house. As a girl who grew up in the spread-out Chicago suburbs, I’ve never quite experienced the feel of a neighborhood, the TV kind where you can stop at the Kroger down the block and run into someone you know, but I have to say these last few weeks I’ve rather liked it.
Anyway, sometime after 1 p.m., since Tim had the car, my freelance buddy Carrie gave me a (5-minute) ride home, and then since I had tons of book-club eats leftover in the fridge, she came with me inside, as I checked the mailbox and grabbed packages from the porch and placed field greens on the counter. The giant box, marked from Amazon, held the spiralizer I’ve been wanting for years, have had pinned in my dream board on Pinterest, have asked for at various holidays and on gift lists. So before either of us even started eating salad, I was breaking open the box and squealing about how much I couldn’t wait to give this thing a go. It only costs $35 but yet it’s always seemed such a splurge: Who really needs a spiralizer? It just makes stuff look pretty! What’s the big deal?
Today, in the middle of the afternoon, Tim and I broke it in and, let me tell you, I am loooooooving with so many Os inside this unnecessary kitchen gadget. It’s easy to clean, easy to put together and take apart, not that big and, most notably, so incredible at turning something like an oblong zucchini into crazy-long, curly strands of noodly pasta(-esque) fun. In the 5 to 10 minutes I spent churning out zucchini noodles (“zoodles” they are also called!), Tim and I got talking about inventions like these—Who comes up with them? If I lived a long life, I’d probably never dream up something like this! Also, why don’t restaurants serve them? Even in all the hippie, fermented, vegetarian, vegan and organic restaurants we’ve searched out in the last few years, we can’t remember ever seeing zucchini noodles on a menu. Have you?
Fittingly, we bought it right around the time that we have been cooking from Golubka’s Anya Kassoff’s new book, The Vibrant Table, which launches June 10 and which has a marvelous recipe for zucchini spaghetti with peaches and pumpkin seed pesto mixed throughout. We subbed in the peaches for what was originally nectarines but kept most everything else the same, and, boy, what a perfect, light, refreshing lunch to eat on a 90-degree day in Nashville! Tim and I heaped big piles on our plates, touched them up with salt and pepper, and sat side by side on our sofa, as unsure as ever about what the future holds for us, home-wise, but currently, thankfully, surrounded by a neighborhood we’ve grown to love.
ps. heyo what’s the coffee shop? I’m glad you asked! Check it out and give our ‘hood some love.
*We received a complimentary copy of The Vibrant Table. All opinions expressed are our own.