our kitchen: the duo’s new digs
Posted by Meg
Big news, friends: Sarah and I are getting a place together! Coming soon, yummy deliciousness from our kitchen.
the duo goes to the movies: waitress
Posted by Sarah
We here a foodie central have been a bit busy lately what with work and school and nervous breakdowns (the breakdown would be me: Meg’s the stable one, I’m the nervous one), so this post is a bit tardy. But better late than never, right?
A while back Meg and I took a little break from our busy lives to head to our local cinema to take in a bit of culture- pop culture that is, haute culture’s aiming a tad high for a weeknight. Our choice for the evening was Waitress since the previews featured both romance and pie and I can’t speak for Meg but I for one am quite fond of both those things. Plus, I have a bit of a crush on Nathan Fillion who plays the love interest (I own the box set of the Joss Wheden series Firefly that he starred in as well as the movie Serenity which was based on the show and I have made multiple people watch them with me. Also, I watched all of the episodes of Buffy he was on and most of that show Ride which mostly just confused me and one day I’ll work up the nerve to see Slither but it’s gonna be a while. I’m not usually one for celebrity crushes but he’s adorable and Canadian and I hope I never meet him because I really prefer to crush from afar). The film also stars Keri Russell who, as I’m sure you remember (really, who could forget?), was the star of the show Felicity and, in my book, this was her last chance to redeem herself for playing a character whose complete and utter lack of decision making skills annoyed the hell out of me. Andy Griffith also plays the small but significant role of a crazy old man named Joe who owns the dinner where our star works. Cute folks, Matlock and lots of pie- really, what more could you ask for in a movie?
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my grill
Posted by Meg
Arriving on the 29th: one Weber Smokey Joe mini grill. I am so incredibly excited! I love mini things that are the exact replica of their larger counterparts: mini Grey Poupon, airplane booze bottles, wee Brie. Adorable, all of them. But, what will I grill first? Here are some of the options:
–stuffed bell peppers (preferably red)
–chicken breasts with a spicy paste
–salmon, salmon, salmon
–a pair of cornish hens
I don’t know enough about poultry. I’m more of a fish girl than a fowl girl at heart, but th idea of poultry intrigues me. It’s on my list of things to do. More to come after the 29th!
bad coffee: the duo gets duped
Posted by Meg
Sarah and I are in the midst of a shared experience right now, and let us tell you, it’s not a good one. This morning’s coffee run has been taking a slow turn for the worse since about 10am, but we think it’s reached the pinnacle of badness now.
We might be foodies, but we’re not food snobs. We’ll eat and drink much anything you put in front of us. Case in point: our morning coffee doesn’t come from Starbucks, Cosi, wherever, it usually comes from the cafe at our place of employ. It’s early, we’re lazy, we’re grouchy, and the coffee is cheap. Whatever. Ordinarily the coffee is fine. We’ve had better, but we’ve definitely had worse too. The point is, it’s easy to get to, and always available.
I suppose we should have been wary this morning when the coffee was neither easy to get to nor available. There was an unexpected crowd in the cafe, and as a result, a new pot needed to be brewed. What happened? Well, we’re not quite certain, but it seems that the machine was simply turned on again to re-steep the existing grounds into a pot with the last lingering memories of the coffee of 7am. Unknowingly, we filled our mugs, did our surprisingly well choreographed sharing of the milk and singular coffee stirrer dance, and moved along.
The first sips were harsh. There was uncontrollable face squenching, sputtering, and dry coughing, maybe even a heave. By the time we reached the elevators from the cafe, it was clear that we were victims of bad coffee. But what to do? There wasn’t any other coffee to be had. We decided to suck it up (literally) and carry on.
It’s now noon, and we’re sharing symptoms of percolation poisoning. Headache across the eyebrows, fullness behind the ears, just under the lobes, slightly blurred vision thanks to squinting to avoid the eyebrow headache. It’s like the hangover you get when you’re on your second or third glass of really harsh, really cheap, really bad red wine–the only hangover either of us have ever had while we were still drinking.
Lesson learned: none, really. Mornings are still and will always be early, lazy and grouchy. It’s harsh, but it’s a price we’re willing to pay. In the meantime, however: ow.
food on the move
Posted by Meg
This week I’m taking an Institute on Federal Library Resources as a part of my MLIS at Catholic University. It’s essentially a two-a-day field trip class to federal libraries in the DC metro area where we visit the facilities, learn what’s available, observe their work flow, that kind of thing. It involves perhaps a little too much Power Point for comfort, but I’m learning a lot.
Anyhow, this whole institute is disrupting my daily eating pattern, and I’m a little peeved. I’m one of those people who eats all day long. Breakfast runs from about 8am-noon. I go outside and have a walkabout, maybe chat to my boyfriend over my lunch break, and then the actual eating of lunch runs from about 1pm until I go home. Being in and out of libraries all day at the institute doesn’t leave any room for food, and the time that has been allotted for munchies happens to be time on a bus.
I am comically bad at eating in moving vehicles. It really should be prohibited. I do alright with things that can’t possibly make a mess, like bananas, but start to fail with things like burgers. Today’s fare included a small pasta salad and a tuna sandwich on a baguette. Eating the pasta with a fork was a little iffy, but doable. The sandwich, however, was near disaster. The tuna was heaped high and juicy. The baguette was thick all over, and the top half was unusually hard. Biting through said sandwich caused some serious tuna gushing… all over my business attire. A fishy smelling crotch is never a good thing, but it’s especially inconvenient when you’re trying to make a decent impression on potential future employers. Tomorrow’s solution: hard to say.
Pity me, friends.
eating on $21 a week in oregon
Posted by Meg
The NY Times reports that his experiment had to do with the Farm Bill, which stands to cut 50,000 people in his state from the food stamp program. (This is not an election year for the Gov.)
You’ll be hearing a lot of out of me with relation to the Farm Bill in the next month because it irks me. Almost all of it. Check out our link to the USDA’s Farm Bill site in the blogroll, and stay tuned.
Adventures in Gastronomy
Posted by Meg
Meg here, writing the first real-ish post for the Foodie Duo. I’m working on design, learning how to use my new MacBook and trying to figure out what to do with the catfish bits I bought at the grocery a few hours ago. Stew perhaps? We’ll see. My cohort, Sarah, has just come back from the Big Easy and will be regailing us with her tales of dining. Alors, laissez les bons temps roulez, and keep reading. More to come.