Cooking For Sig

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Francis Foils My Run (and other DC woes)

imagePerhaps you heard that the Pope was in town last week? In typical DC fashion, his visit was preceded by weeks of anxiety around how the heck we would all make it to and from work with the rolling road closures and heavy security. Being a car-less, Metro-less commuter, I could blissfully ignore this preamble and go about my merry way. Until my Wednesday morning run. I was headed up Mass Ave on my usual route, when I was stopped by two policemen at the corner of Rock Creek Parkway. “Ma’am, you need to cross here. You can continue north, but not on this side of the street.” “But that messes with my route,” I heard myself say aloud to the cop, as I dejectedly backtracked a block to Belmont. Continue reading

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Sarah Had a Little Lamb

imageI LOVE lamb. Isn’t that awful? Of all the meats I could have fallen head-over-heels for, I chose the one with the cutest face. Even when I was slowly coming out of my “I don’t like any meat that resembles meat” phase, lamb was one of the first creatures I took to. I did take a brief hiatus from my lamb-eating ways during one of the summers I worked on the farm. It’s a little harder to eat the guys, after spending the day digging potatoes and picking beans next to them. But I quickly reverted back to my adorable-animal-eating ways. Ugh. PETA come find me and jail me now. Continue reading


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Valentine’s Day Steak

imageLet’s talk about Valentine’s Day. Does anyone out there actually celebrate? That question is totally facetious and mostly rhetorical, since I listened to an NPR story on Friday about how a Manhattan florist has 25,000 roses shipped directly from a farm in Ecuador to his shop door just in time to sell them to V-day shoppers at twice their usual price. All of the roses need to magically bloom six days before February 14. The flowers wear little hair nets to protect them from the wind and farm workers open and close the canvas curtains surrounding the plants to shield them from the elements. It’s all spectacularly dramatic, far more enthralling than the holiday itself. Continue reading