So, this may jeopardize my Southern card, but I have a confession to make. I love, love, love, iced Earl Grey tea. The bergamonty deliciousness is just impossible to resist.
I've been accosted by my Southern family and friends for many things since moving to MA, of which becoming a "raging liberal" is the most egregious offense. (Though, I had all the same opinions back in AL...it just wasn't quite as safe to express them!) I've also been chastised for calling grocery "buggies" the less colloquial "grocery cart". I also admit to limiting the "y'alls" while teaching my UMass students to protect myself from incessant teasing by 18-year-old punks-in-training. Even with all of these strikes against me, I anticipate that this decision to eschew Lipton or Luzianne in favor Twinings Earl Grey may be the straw (or should I say leaf?) that breaks the proverbial camel's back.
What can I say? If loving iced Earl Grey is wrong, I don't want to be right.
There's one thing that just might save me: I drink sweet, iced Earl Grey tea.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Naan Nirvana
Perhaps this is an odd post to resume blogging with, but I've committed myself to getting back to this blog, and this is the thing on my mind at the moment. So here goes.
I am *obsessed* with naan. We have naan nearly every night with dinner. I don't know why I even bother making anything else because all I really care about is the naan. I even resort to the age old method of "saving the best for last" and eat everything else on the plate first (For that matter, I typically always eat the least favorite component first and gradually make my way to my favorite. This has probably revealed more about my idiosyncrasies than necessary...or interesting.).
What do I do with this naan?
I spray it with olive oil spray (an expensive, yet stupendous invention worthy of its very own blog post). Then I sprinkle with kosher salt, garlic powder, and anise seed. Pop in a 425 oven for 7ish minutes. Remove and devour.
Really, I only eat the meat and veg that accompany this because my momma taught me to clean my plate. If no one was here to see it, I would eat a meal of "naanthing" but naan. (Cheesy, I know, but how do you resist an opportunity like that???)
I am *obsessed* with naan. We have naan nearly every night with dinner. I don't know why I even bother making anything else because all I really care about is the naan. I even resort to the age old method of "saving the best for last" and eat everything else on the plate first (For that matter, I typically always eat the least favorite component first and gradually make my way to my favorite. This has probably revealed more about my idiosyncrasies than necessary...or interesting.).
What do I do with this naan?
I spray it with olive oil spray (an expensive, yet stupendous invention worthy of its very own blog post). Then I sprinkle with kosher salt, garlic powder, and anise seed. Pop in a 425 oven for 7ish minutes. Remove and devour.
Really, I only eat the meat and veg that accompany this because my momma taught me to clean my plate. If no one was here to see it, I would eat a meal of "naanthing" but naan. (Cheesy, I know, but how do you resist an opportunity like that???)
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