The Secret Diary of a Foodie, Part Four
Tuesday March 5, 2013, 9:14 pm
I have decided that this spring is the time to grow my own sprouts. Although now it just looks like I have a mold problem in the kitchen corner. Oh well. Speaking of mold, it looks like the kombucha has gone bad while I was away at my food writing immersion class. I am hoping to bring it back to life.
Friday March 8, 2013, 7:32 pm
Well, the kombucha has yet to respond to my revival attempts. Maybe I just need to toss it out and get a new baby?
Saturday March 9, 9:16am
Chia seed oatmeal for breakfast with local artisan honey and slivered almonds. Yum. I almost added dried figs. Too much? I also squeezed orange juice and made scones. It’s only 9am. Baking problem? No, real problem: I broke my French press.
Wednesday March 13, 2013 3:25 pm
Threw out old kombucha. Grosser than one might think. I Instagrammed it. On search for new baby. Must find.
Wednesday March 20, 2013 6:18 am
Friend of a friend of a friend of a friend that had liked my Minimalist Kitchen Spaces board on Pinterest has a kombucha baby. Success!
Thursday March 21, 2013 4:42 pm
I was given 12 fresh eggs from my neighbor down the hall who built a chicken coop in the backyard. At first I found the sound of the rooster at 5am annoying, but I am getting used to it and I do love fresh eggs. And the neighbor did look good building the chicken coop. Maybe I will invite him over for a new egg cake recipe I found last week.
Friday March 22, 2013 8:33 pm
Two eggs left. Apparently I have an egg problem. Not even enough to make the egg cake I was planning on baking for the neighbor, so now I am going to have to come up with something else. The only thing I have on hand is a chocolate kale cake (it was a favorite on my old greens blog. Why did I ever stop writing that?). Will he want to eat a chocolate kale cake?
Sunday March 24, 2013 5:52 pm
Coffee was a disaster. The kale was just a little off in the cake. I could tell the neighbor didn’t like it. Wait, maybe he doesn’t like food in general. But he built a chicken coop and has hop plants growing on the side of the apartment building. Is he just faking his artisanry? Or maybe he would have preferred a kombucha cocktail?
Tuesday March 26, 2013 6:36 pm
Well, I don’t think there will be any more coffee dates with Mr. I Think I Am an Artisan. He left a container of chocolate chip cookies by my door today. They were obviously made out of prepackaged cookie dough. What a disaster. Why couldn’t he just leave eggs?
Tuesday March 26, 2013 10:16 pm
Ok, so I ate the entire container of cookies. They would have been better with sea salt. I should write a cookbook.
Thursday March 28, 2013 7:45 pm
Mr. I Think I Am an Artisan asked if I wanted to split a raised bed in the backyard. I said yes. But then he said he hoped I wasn’t the kind of person that only wanted to grow kale. I lied and said no.
Saturday March 30, 2013 10:22 am
I went to the market and bought so much kale that it was protruding out of my bag when I came home. I had to sprint up the stairs to avoid the neighbor. But at least there were eggs by the door. Time for baked eggs in kale nests? With sea salt of course. Then off to buy a new French press. Maybe the cute guy at the kitchen supply store will be working.