The Cure For Everything Is Salt …
… tears, sweat, and the sea. (Dinesen)
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Waterleaf, 425 Fawell Blvd, CHC Building, Glen Ellyn, IL 60137, noon-ish.
Picked up a package of The Scrumptious Pantry rigatoni from Urban Orchard and made it for dinner tonight (fast skillet bolognese sauce, fresh basil from the garden, ricotta, yum!). How to describe it except to say it was the heartiest pasta I’ve ever had–it had great flavor and tooth, held the sauce really well, and was filling with only two ounces to the bowl. To quote Lee Greene, the company’s founder:
The Scrumptious Pantry is food the way it is supposed to taste. Because what you eat should taste of the terroir in which it is grown. You should taste the care and passion which the local farmers puts into growing their organic crop. And – last but not least – it should taste like your Grandmother’s unadulterated recipes brought up to date.
My grandmother’s pasta recipes involved ketchup, but I get the point.
Grilling season! I was refinishing our patio furniture on our deck this morning at 9:30 a.m., and already the air was filling with that wonderful scent of charring meat. I bought by first grill—a gas-powered Weber Genesis Silver—eight years ago, and it remains one of the smartest purchases I’ve ever made. We grill year-round, but the summer we fire the grill up almost every night. While some people immediately become one with their grill, I had no such look. It took awhile for me to get good at the four Ts of grilling:
My Weber came with a two-page printed quick guide that’s now available online. This guide has never steered me wrong—the times, temperature, and recommendations for indirect vs. direct grilling are spot-on. I still refer to this guide almost every time I fire up the grill. Three other lessons I learned the hard way:
Our Chicago springs and summers go by so fast—here’s to as much warm and sunny as we can get!
It’s not a diet as much as it’s a daily eating plan, courtesy of my nutritionist:
It’s actually a lot of food, and most days I don’t get all of my servings. I try to get the lean proteins, the shakes, the fruits and veggies in (the beans, not so much). I didn’t give up my two martinis each night, and I occasionally indulge (as my nutritionist says, indulgence is a good part of life, as long as you’re doing it every day). And the weight came off–and has stayed off.
I’ve got friends who swear by the point system at Weight Watchers, and I know people who’ve managed to take off weight simply by tracking their calories with apps like Lose It!. What matters most, I think, is that we pay attention to what we’re eating and we try to take in the most nutritious foods possible with every meal. Whatever your goal, and however you’ve decided, to reach it, good luck and be good to yourself!
Winemaker Matthew Rorick was at In Fine Spirits last night for a tasting of four of his wines: the Sihaya, the Mil Amores, the Suspiro del Moro, and a vintage of Dexter Lake. As good as the wines were the stories that he told about the names they had chosen for them–the desert springtime, a thousand loves, a sigh of the Moors. Forlorn Hope itself has a great story:
Taken from the Dutch ‘verloren hoop’, meaning ‘lost troop’, Forlorn Hope was the name given to the band of soldiers who volunteered to lead the charge directly into enemy defenses. The chance of success for the Forlorn Hope was always slim, but the glory and rewards granted to survivors ensured no shortage of applicants.
Great name, great pour, and I’m glad to have scooped up a couple of bottles from In Fine Spirits’ cache of otherwise sold-out wines.
Lou Schuler and Alwyn Cosgrove, the authors of The New Rules of Lifting, built their book around six basic movements that the human body should master: squat, bend (deadlift), lunge, push, pull, and twist. I can honestly say this book has changed the way I work out for better.
I learned about the book about five months ago, when I was looking for a way to change up my workouts. After three years of adhering fairly strictly to a five-day split, I felt that my returns were diminishing as my injuries were mounting (rotator cuff, knee, elbows … aging is a bitch!). I considered doing Cross-Fit, but I decided to give the New Rules program a try first, and it was exactly the change I needed.
Twenty rules in all, but here are the first five to get you started:
The rise of bootcamp programs, TRX training, piloxing, Cross-Fitm and zumba indicates to me that general sensibilities about fitness are trending toward functional strength, mobility, and flexibility–a really positive evolution in our quest to get and stay healthy. With the focus on compound movements, large muscle groups, and systematic cycles for workouts, The New Rules of Lifting offers an awesome framework for people who want weights at the center of their workout. Press this!
Stand back, please, I’m about to unleash a whole bunch of perky. What a beautiful morning in Chicago! Last night’s rain has given way to a clear blue sky and a cool breeze. Our roses are in various stages of bloom as the rest of our garden continues to come to life, and everyone I’ve talked to this morning was as cheery as the sunshine. It’s the kind of day that makes me want to lunch, sipping cold white wine, at a sidewalk cafe. The kind of day that begs for a dinner of spicy BBQ chicken off the grill and a fresh salad with homegrown herbs. The kind of day that demands shorts, t-shirts, and a jog by the lake (you jog, I’ll watch). I’m thrilled with life, happy to be at work, and knocking down items on my to-do list like pins in a bowling alley (never mind that I suck at bowling). I’ll take an entire spring just like today, please, and thank you.
Check out Tasting Table’s and Williams Sonoma’s series on sous chefs. The latest feature on on Sung Ahn, the chef de cuisine of Aziza in San Francisco, has what looks like a killer recipe for Korean short ribs.
The usual rule of thumb in Chicago is to wait until Mother’s Day to start planting, but with the strangely warm weather last March, everyone I’ve talked with feels that they’re behind the curve this year. Yesterday, I finally made it to the Garden of Gethsamane and filled my Earthboxes with heirloom tomatoes, mesclun lettuces, and herbs.
I’m a city boy, born and raised, mostly apartments, only Chicago. Was 33 when I planted my first flower (a rosebush in the small front yard of our townhome), and 38 when I planted my first vegetables. So I’ve got a lot of admiration for people who know their way around a garden or vegetable patch and a lot of envy for those who grew up eating fresh dinners made at least partly from what was growing in their backyard.
My colleague Kate recently shared a number of links for gardeners that I found very useful:
In the next few weeks we’ll be planting a cutting garden on the deck as well so we can have fresh flowers in and around the home. Welcome back, sunshine and warmth, I’ve missed you.