Thursday, July 30, 2009
97 Days to NYC
Rest day...I stayed in my pjs all morning & cleaned out my shoes & purses. Does spending the morning walking around in various high heels for at least 10 minutes a pair to see if they are really 'so uncomfortable that you have to get rid of them' count as cross-training?
Had to use up the giant bag of sweet peas that Billy and I picked up yesterday at the farm before they were no longer sweet and Maya requested pasta for her welcome home dinner (she was gone for 24 hours!) so I decided to make Orzo pasta with grilled shrimp, sweet peas, and a modified spinach pesto:
Boil water & cook 3/4 a cup of orzo pasta (it gets much bigger, trust me). In the last 3 minutes, throw in 1 cup of peas (freshly picked and shelled peas make all the difference in the world. My kids will not eat frozen or canned peas but they love these. I think it is because they get to be involved in the process of shelling the peas).
While the orzo is cooking, make the pesto(ish): 3 cups of raw spinach, 1/4 cup olive oil, 1 clove of garlic, 1/4 cup parmesan cheese. Liquify in a blender or something.
Also while the orzo is cooking, make the shrimp: put about 10 large shrimp on a piece of tin foil and dot with 2 tbsp of butter (I know it sounds like a lot but it is just for taste; you will throw most of it out at the end) and 1 tsp minced garlic. Put the package on the bbq over medium until shrimp are cooked and sauce is bubbling-about 5-10 min. You could also do that in a pan. Be careful not to overcook shrimp.
Drain orzo & peas. In the cooking pot, put in the pesto and cook it just for a minute or two until the garlic and spinach are no longer raw. Put the pasta and peas back in and mix. Season to taste. Plate & put a few shrimp on top of each serving.
Farm City. Getting into this one really quickly. It is a memoir (I am feeling like a hypocrite right now because I told my book club that I prefer not to read memoirs) about a woman with an urban farm in Oakland, CA. Yes, a farm with chickens, pigs, and all. Not just the herbs and tomatoes most of us have growing on our back porches. I think I like this book because she is living a life that I have always been curious about; that I would have liked to experience before I had got married and had children. Sort of. I am not sure I would have like to live in a neighborhood with kids selling weed on the corner and hearing gunshots every night ...wait, I did sort of live like that. I wonder if the Agustos Victor at Bloor & Spadina counts?