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Rating: The flu. It ain’t pretty. Stuffy, runny nose. Body aches. Fever. Chills. I had it all, for what felt like forever. Finally, the symptoms eased tonight.
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Sandwich #81–“Too Cold to Cook” Turkey and Speck Sandwich with Provolone
Rating: It’s Fashion Week. I barely have time to brush my teeth, much less make E a sandwich. E has had to do all of the grocery shopping since Thursday because I’m running from show to show and the after parties. I don’t abandon him completely–I make sure to bring E to the parties.
Sandwich #76–“Crock-Pot Mastered” Pulled Pork Sandwich
There comes a time in every food bloggers life that she becomes so important–and so polarizing–that she needs security. That time has arrived for me. Call me the Sarah Palin of food, but I have a guy with a gun and a car to follow me around for a while just in case someone doesn’t […]
Sandwich #74–“Rare Bird” Duck Pastrami with Goat Cheese and Honey
Rating: I got the final results from my doctor about Lupita, that benign yet atypical mass I had removed earlier this month. Turns out, the mass was so atypical, only one other woman in the history of modern breast medicine is documented in medical research as having one treated. Talk about one (or two) in […]
Sandwiches #71 and #72: “Comfort Food” Pizza Melts
Rating: E had a bad day. Work left him frustrated and sad, and Mr. Sunshine usually never lets work stress get him down. He had never looked so defeated as when I saw him after work, moping around in his trusty white robe. I couldn’t just make him a sandwich. I had to take him […]
Sandwich #70–“Dump The Lump, Part Three” Peanut Butter Hummus and Apples
Rating: Last one, y’all. On Sunday I was feeling good enough that I finally raised my arms above my head with no pain, saw a few friends and ventured out of the house for dinner. Lupita was now a distant memory.
Sandwich #69–“Dump the Lump, Part Two” Pumpkin Hummus with Greek Yogurt
Rating: After surgery to evict Lupita, I was supposed to take it easy. I can’t go to the gym, and I can’t lift anything over ten pounds until my chest heals. But I can’t sit on the couch forever. Plus, E and I had to eat.
Sandwich #68: “Dump the Lump, Part 1” Hummus and Veggie Pita Sandwich
Rating: Lumps and bumps. They come up every so often. Sometimes they’re caused by falls or accidents. Sometimes they’re caused by disease. I had one. It confused me. It confused my doctors. It freaked me the eff out.
Sandwich #67–“In the Doghouse” Scrambled Egg, Smoked Salmon and Chives
Rating: Last week, I took residence in the doghouse. I have an issue with being late, especially when it comes to meeting E for dinner or appointments during the week. No matter if I have one foot out the door, work will always keep me much later than expected. If I tell E I’m leaving […]
Sandwich #66–“Home Sweet Home” Turkey Bacon and Cheddar Grilled Cheese
Being at home with my parents during the holidays reminded me of a few things. Like how awesome it feels to be able to walk around without doing your hair and makeup for two days and having no one judge you. How much fun it is to watch football with my dad. How comforting it […]
Sandwich #65–“Making It Last” French Toast Sandwich with Banana and Strawberry Jam
Rating: Sunday, December 30, was my parents’ 36th wedding anniversary. For any two people, that’s a remarkable union. Having had a front row seat to their relationship for most of that time, I can say with certainty they’ve manged to make it through with very few arguments and a ton of laughs. I called them […]
Sandwich #64–“Snowstorm Nutrition” Cranberry and Brie Grilled Cheese
Rating: E and I were having a snow day. The Weather Channel forecasted a Nor’easter to dump 3 to 6 inches in New York. We knew we had to stock up on the essentials. “I’ll go out and buy some Baileys,” E declared.
Sandwich #62–“I’ll Be Home For Christmas” Ham and Cheese Sandwich
Rating: I do love being home for the holidays. It’s the one time of the year it’s perfectly acceptable to wake up at noon, eat ice cream and pie for breakfast, watch football in your pajamas and spend way too much money (on other people that is. ‘Tis the season for giving, right?). I dove […]
Sandwich #61–“Christmas Pressure” Chicken Salad with Cranberries and Pecans
Rating: I am feeling extreme Christmas anxiety. I haven’t finished Christmas shopping, and that includes buying a gift for E. And I just discovered that the store that I wanted to get his gift from is CLOSED ON SATURDAYS!!!! ACK! I am the worst. girlfriend. ever. EVER! This is why people drink Baileys in their […]
Sandwich #60–“Sugar Crack” Candy Cane Sugar Cookie Sandwiches
Rating: Remember I said I’m not allowed to eat sugar past 9 PM, for I turn into a hyped-up Gremlin and end up dancing and jumping around the apartment until well past E’s bedtime? Well, imagine how nutty I’ve become during the holiday season. I have eaten cookies for every meal during the twelve days […]
Sandwich #58–“Semi-Homemade” Falafel
Rating: A right of passage before turning 35 is having one good solid health scare to frighten you into eating better, giving up booze and exercising more, even if you already do these things. E had one earlier this year involving breathing issues, but after a few doctor’s visits and medicine, the issue was treated. […]
Sandwich #57–“Road Trip” S’mores
E and I took a road trip up to Killington, VT this weekend for some snowboarding. Finally, we got to do a sport that I was actually skilled in. I have been snowboarding for about eight years and can master my fair share of black diamonds. I’ve even weaseled my way out of some hairy […]
Sandwich #55–“Tacky Office Glasses” Turkey, Basil and Cheddar Melt
E is starting a new full time job today: the “minister of Q branch” at a tech start up, according to him. This job goes against everything E has worked so hard for—70 vacation days a year, hourlong lunches at Momofuku Noodle Bar, and no bosses to report to while he worked as a freelancer […]
Sandwich #54–“Still in Robe” Fried Egg Sandwich
Rating: When E and I moved in together, my mother sent us a housewarming gift filled with little goodies for our first place together–candles, dishrags, a decorative cup or two. She also sent a white, terry cloth robe with a matching blanket that was intended for me, but E saw it first and claimed it. […]
Sandwich #49–“The Roof is On Fire” Burger with Egg
A trip to Restoration Hardware proved yet again how different E and I are as shoppers. He buys high quality things he loves, price or fragility be damned. I always have my “Practical Sally” hat on, and look for things that will last long or provide the best value—like dark-colored pillows and sheets so they […]
Sandwich #48–“New Stuff” Banana, Walnut, Ricotta and Honey Sandwich
E and I were stocking up for our Thanksgiving feast. New dishes, serving bowls, wine glasses, table decor, and the turkey and trimmings were on our shopping list. The other day, we went to Crate & Barrel and bought three oversized, beautiful porcelain white serving bowls to serve the stuffing and vegetables. I thought we’d […]
Sandwich #47–“We’ll Make the Train” Sweet and Spicy Salmon Sandwich
It is really miraculous how E can always believe the best will happen in any scenario. Whether it’s getting a job, or a good price for something, or making it on time for a dinner reservation, he always believes it will happen before he sees the possibility it won’t. I am the opposite. I always […]
Sandwich #45–“Get Skinny” Apple and Almond Butter Sandwich
E and I were channeling our inner Olivia Newton John and Billy Blanks (remember him?! I used to do those Tae-Bo videos in my living room when my parents were at work) to get healthy after a decadent two-week vacation. Caipirinhas with every meal added tons of extra sugar and calories to our Brazilian diets. […]
Sandwich #44–“The Monte Christie” Monte Cristo
One good thing that came out of kitesurfing was that E wanted to get in better shape. Running is what I do to stay sane and stay skinny. I love getting outside, listening to music and keeping pace to thumping beat of dance music while letting my thoughts wander. Each morning, I throw my running […]
