NaBloWriMo day 17.
Eat on $30 day 7.
Saturday was the final day of Eat on $30 and my mind is filled with so many thoughts that have tumbled about in my head for the past week. This weekend is short on time (didn’t I tweet earlier that October had too many parties?) but I promise to sit down this coming week to give you some cohesive parting thoughts on the issue of hunger and the hungry. For now, I’ll just toss out the thought that struck me in the morning while I was feeding Kaweah… The dog gets dry kibble and she acts like I’m feeding her chocolate mousse every day (she’s a lab, what can I say). Kaweah can live healthily on her large chunk Iams lamb and rice formula for large breed dogs day in, day out. It contains everything she needs in these crazy kibbles.
When Jeremy has been short on time, he’ll often bemoan the fact that there is no “bachelor chow” to dip a measuring cup into and serve himself an instant meal complete with all the nutrients he needs. Made me wonder why there isn’t a provision for people chow. Could you eat the same thing every day? I know most Americans balk at the idea. There are plenty of people who *hate* leftovers and throw leftover food away. That makes me cringe. It makes me sick, actually. Such waste. Just because you can afford it, doesn’t mean you should do it. A good many people in this world eat the same thing EVERY DAY. We’re so spoiled. The disparity between the haves and have nots is staggering. I’m just thinking there has got to be a better way to meet the needs of the hungry.
Our day involved a big brekkie from the remaining three potatoes, the remaining kielbasa sausage, two eggs, and our last bagel (split in half).
i love me some hash browns
kind of a last hurrah
This may sound odd, but even though we couldn’t eat any of the fabulous food we bought for our coming party, I felt so content just preparing the food. I think a large part of my joy in food is not the eating, but the preparation. Shortly before our post office closed, Jeremy went to pick up our mail and came home with a huge box from Todd and Diane. It was a box of my dangerous items from the after party schwag bag in San Francisco and fruit from their amazing garden.
dragon fruits, calamansi limes, passion fruits
I ran around in circles raving over the incredible fruits and singing the praises of my beloved friends. How lucky am I? I am so damn lucky!
mixing apples with spices and sugar and butter
topping with the oatmeal crumble
In the afternoon, I threw together the apple crisp to take to our friends’ tamale party later in the day. Jeremy and I scarfed down some leftover fried rice for a quick lunch then set off to Boulder to run errands. I sometimes feel I have so many great friends that I really don’t need to make any more. Then I go to a party like the one Nichole and Luke threw and I meet incredible people and I scold myself for thinking that I don’t want to make any more friends. It’s a good feeling when you realize that the world is full of truly wonderful people.
luke: world class athlete (and world class nice guy) cooking for his buds
pico de gallo
some of the gang hard at work making tamales
tamales fill the steamer
digging into the huge spread of food
I cannot tell you the giddiness I felt when I drank a lovely Aussie ginger beer that Luke handed to me. A week on only water and suddenly this ginger beer tasted like the nectar of the gods! We had some Malbec, some Pinot Grigio, fresh tortilla chips with Nichole’s phenomenal guacamole, salsas, and all manner of great food. Dinner was tamales with homemade mole sauce and more sides than I can recall. It felt like cheating, but the party was on long before I took on the Eat on $30 challenge.
I think… I know I’m very fortunate. Stay tuned for our blowout bash tomorrow night. Thanks for following along. The challenges came in places I didn’t foresee. We’ll discuss it more in the next couple of days. Special thanks to Tami and the Eat on $30 gang. Kudos to everyone for bringing it to the table. Will announce the Macy’s gift card winners on Monday.