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Hey it’s been a little while! I thought I’d casually pop in with a happy hour post. We have a holiday weekend over here and some very chill plans in place.
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Salad for President’s Julia Sherman’s Grub Street Diet. Artist Julia Sherman first turned her love of greens into a blog, Salad for President, and as of next week, her recipes (along with interviews with creative professionals like Laurie Anderson and Alice Waters) will be available in her debut cookbook.
Sherman, who also works as Chopt’s creative director, split her time between New York and Los Angeles this week — roasting carrots, simmering chicken stock for breakfast, and making good use of the thriving pea- shoot crop in her garden. Read all about it in this week’s Grub Street Diet. Thursday, May 4. I wake up early. I need caw- fee. The roast date on the fancy beans tells me to wait until next Thursday to enjoy, but whoever packaged this clearly doesn’t know who they are dealing with — I rip the bag open, instead of cutting along the dotted line, and I grind the beans.
This is my least favorite part of the morning. Please, someone, invent a silent coffee grinder.
It’s a million- dollar idea, and I don’t even want a cut. I have some sheep’s- milk yogurt, strawberry- rhubarb compote, and granola for breakfast. I let Lucy, the dog, lick the bowl before I pop it into the dishwasher.
I log a couple of hours of computer time, planning upcoming events for my book tour, responding to emails, and finishing a piece I am writing. If I don’t get my writing done in the morning, it’s never going to happen. Suddenly, I am late for work. I throw on my clothes and wonder what wisecracks this outfit will garner from my co- workers (all in good fun), and I head to the 1. Movies On Blu Ray Dvd Finding Dory (2016) there.
Street Chopt restaurant for a tasting. I am Chopt’s creative director, and tastings are my favorite part of the week. There’s always some wild new ingredient or challenge to solve, like how to prevent the vegan chicharr. Angela Dimayuga and I have a date tonight. We are calling it a business meeting, so we have to go to just the right place.
Both shamefully picky, we spend all afternoon texting, unable to decide where to eat until the very last minute. She finally suggests Ootoya, a set- menu Japanese joint on 1. Street that is apparently a chain like Denny’s in Japan.
I really don’t eat out often, so when I do, I have to make it count. I read Angela’s book proposal on my phone on the train ride to the restaurant, and I’m antsy to get into it with her over dinner. We sit at the bar and order pretty much one of everything: chirashi bowl, grilled mackerel with pickled veggies, and chawanmushi (a silky egg custard served in a tiny little, covered bowl). There’s an unfamiliar gel. This is my new favorite spot. I make a smoothie to take on the road — Seed + Mill tahini, frozen banana, ice, hemp seeds, and raw cacao nibs tossed in at the end.
I add a teaspoon of Sun Potion anandamide powder, which is mostly cacao and ashwagandha. I have no idea what ashwagandha is supposed to do for me, but Sabrina De Sousa told me to buy it last time I was at Dimes Deli, so I did. It’s delicious, and makes me feel better about eating chocolate for breakfast. Lucy and I walk to Fort Greene Park, while I listen to podcasts.
This is my version of a meditation regimen, until I am mature enough to sit still and breathe. Back from the park, I have the day to put my life back together after my book launch last week. The party was at my local Key Foods. I worked with Chopt to turn it into a Supermarket Sweep–style food drive to benefit Wellness in the Schools. Having a party in a supermarket means bringing everything into the store for the night, and all that d. They have remained there ever since. I have a glut of leftover microgreens from the party to eat, and about six pounds of fennel that I need to cook today (high- class problems).
I am going to cook the fennel down until it’s super soft and sooo sweet. I break down each bulb, sweating Vidalia onions with a little minced anchovy, salt, garlic, and marjoram. I toss in some red- chile flakes, and add the fennel and a glug- glug- glug of olive oil. When the fennel is soft, I add fancy tomato paste, a handful of golden raisins, and a little preserved lemon. I set it to low heat and just let it do its thing, feeling pleased with myself for avoiding food waste, something that drives me out of my gourd. I work from a little guest room off the garden, so I go down to my desk, and I churn out a bevy of over- caffeinated emails. I have a Skype call with my friend Clara, the designer of a brand called Batabasta in Barcelona.
We are developing plans for new Chopt uniforms at the moment. I try to explain to her why we need to steer clear of phallic vegetables in these prints — she seems to exclusively want to draw Japanese eggplant, cucumbers, and zucchini. She honestly doesn’t get it.
Bless her heart. Suddenly, it’s lunchtime. Trying to make a dent in my leftovers, I pull out a large salad bowl, and I trim approximately five to six servings of living shoots. I toss them in. I squeeze lemon juice on top; coat them in some really fancy olive oil; season with some brand- new Bitterman flaky sea salt; and grate a bunch of Brabander, crystal- like- hard goat cheese on top. That’s one perfect salad. I grab a fork, but end up eating the whole thing with my hands, while reading the New York Times.
My friend Alexis Rose and her new boyfriend, a soon- to- be OB- GYN, are coming over for dinner. I am obviously going to probe him with questions about childbirth and vaginas all night, so I know I have to offer something in return. I roast some French radishes in butter, adding their greens at the end to crisp. I make roasted- beet salad, and top it with a lemony, chunky pepita dukkah, and date dressing that I have been making in large batches and eating constantly (recipe is on my blog). I love this one because you can make the dry spice- and- seed mix, store it for about a month, and then just add oil, lemon, and minced dates when it’s salad time. I serve some coconut turmeric rice with fried mustard seeds on the side. The meal is a bit all over the place, but that’s what happens when you are trying to clear out a post- party fridge.
I have a little piece of Chocolove XOXOX chocolate before going to bed (okay, more than a little piece). I am loyal to this brand, cheap as it is, and will never tire of the chilies- and- cherries flavor. I pop a melatonin to balance it out. I have to get up at the crack of dawn to go to L. A., and I haven’t packed!
Saturday, May 6. My husband and I are closing on a house in Pasadena today, and I am determined to have our first night as California homeowners be spent together. I bring one change of clothes, towels, and bedding. Unhappy about the idea of an empty kitchen, I run upstairs and grab a chef’s knife, an extra cutting board, a spatula, two juice glasses, and a small cast- iron pan at the last minute.
I am turning into a caricature of myself. Delta actually started serving food again, but when I see the menu, I skip it. Whose idea was it to serve smoked- turkey sandwiches with cinnamon cream cheese? Stop it right now! Luckily, I brought an apple and two hard- boiled eggs. I furtively peel and eat the eggs with a pinch of chile salt now stuck in the corners of the Ziploc bag.
I make my way across town to Pasadena and open the door to our house. I call it home for the very first time. It’s a mess inside, but the sun is shining.
I am happy and nervous to be here. Adam and I celebrate by driving over to get tacos in a strip mall in Highland Park. Overexcited, I ask for carnitas, before I remember that I recently swore off them. On my last trip to Mexico, I learned how to make carnitas with a street vendor on the side of the road. We spent six hours stirring a cauldron of bubbling pork fat by the light of a single headlamp. The result, eaten as the sun came up, was crazy delicious, but I am convinced that just witnessing the process added permanent blockage to my arteries. Anyway, this is a special occasion, and we only have five minutes to eat.
I load up at the condiment station (I call this a Mexican salad bar) — charred jalape.