Ramblings


Mmm...lobstah

Mmm...lobstah

As a New Englander, Cape Cod is my usual ‘away-for-the-weekend’ location. It’s easy to get to and oh so stereotypical. So when the chance arose to take a trip elsewhere, I faltered, for all of thirty seconds, before I realized that I had to grab the opportunity before it slipped between my fingers like the fine, whispy sand that coats the shoreline of this destination.

I’m goin’ to Florida, baby!

And while I absolutely cannot wait for must-sees like Caladesi Island and the Salvador Dali museum, I’m really on the edge of my chair whenever I think about the food. They say the best way to a guy’s heart is through his stomach…well, the best way to a foodie’s heart is through her stomach as well (and I can assure you, I am most definitely not a male).

Thinking about dockside restaurants, fresh fish, and unique local concoctions gets my pulse a-racing. And with Tarpon Springs on the schedule, Floridian Greek food is most definitely on the menu – after spending 2 weeks in Greece, I’m sure nothing will compare…but it can’t hurt to try.

Needless to say, I am absolutely thrilled. I’ve been to Florida once in my life, in the 7th grade, when my parents took my sister and I to Disney World. Restaurant suggestions, anyone?

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It’s amazing what can be found on Google images during a time of boredom…but really, food + clothing = Pineapple Girl heaven. A very chubby, Willy Wonka-esque Pineapple Girl heaven.

Cupcake dress

Cupcake dress

 

Wedding cake bride

Wedding cake bride

Salad dress

Salad dress

I looked for a dress made out of cheese to satisfy my love for the stuff, but unfortunately (or fortunately…) could not find any photographs, other than a cheese bra. A cheese bra? At least it would be easy to take off, right? Just gnaw away…

Oreos with milk

Oreos with milk

Here is a peace offering: oreos with milk, that is. I know it’s not the same as a (potentially drama-filled) post, but my brain has been filled with un-foodie nuisances these past few days and I realize that my writing has been rather unimpressive. Even baking, *gasp*, can’t solve certain things.

And a non-food related “question”: girls, or whoever is reading really, how do you deal with “friends with benefits” type relationships? I’m trying to remain cool and collected over the entire situation but I feel like I am becoming far too emotionally invested in the entire endeavor.

Anywho. Back to food tomorrow, I promise!

Coffee granita

You take 4 cups of strongly brewed coffee, mix in some sugar + vanilla extract + grated orange peel, freeze for 45 minutes, whisk, freeze solid for about 3 hours, and then scrape, scrape, scrape.

As it may have been guessed from my “Friends-with-benefits tarts” post, I am having issues on the man front. I’d rather not go into details as this is a cooking and food and loving life blog, but sometimes a girl just has to express her feelings and emotions. I just happen to choose to do so with food.

Any girl can attest to the fact that having a friend who is more than a friend but less than a lover is rough. It is hard to keep emotions out of the mixture, especially for me since I tend to wear my emotions in bold print on my sleeve.

But there comes a point in the faux relationship when a girl needs to be strong and stand up for her needs and wants and requirements. It takes a lot to be courageous and vouch for yourself but it is something that I am always aiming for; I have always wanted to be the girl that people look at and say “wow, she has gumption”.

So what is better to make at a time like this than a coffee granita? Grating orange peel and scraping frozen coffee relieves so much stress and frustration. Plus the results are pretty darn tasty.

The last day of the Tour de France…I’ve chosen to drown my sorrows in dark chocolate and French recipes.  

Bittersweet comfort

Bittersweet comfort

It wasn’t two years ago that I was standing at the top of Le Champs Elysees, waiting for the arrival of the peloton. Hours of waiting. Hours of stomach-aching anticipation. The electricity I felt when the riders flew by is impossible to explain. All for a quick taste of le Tour.

Watching the final day on TV just makes my heart hurt. I wish this race could go all. year. long. I just love it. Cycling is such an emotional sport and I cannot help but become emotionally attached to riders I see year after year, as well as new riders who have proven their mettle and shocked the world. It’s made me laugh, it’s made me cry, it’s made me angry. Cycling is such a beautiful metaphor for life, it’s a sport of the people, it’s tough and gritty and down to earth yet magical and stunning at the same time.

Luck is like the Tour de France. You wait and it flashes past you. You have to catch it while you can ~Amelie

Congrats to Carlos Sastre and all of the riders. I will now retreat back to my chocolate and mentally urging the riders to slow down to prolong the stage, thankyouverymuch

Welcome to my humble blog! Try not to mind the new kitchen smell, I’m growing into it slowly. I know it is much better to walk into a cozy kitchen with the scent of baking chocolate chip cookies wafting through the air, but every gal has to start somewhere.

As of right this moment, I am a 19-year-old college student; I am not only studying International Affairs, but I am also pre-med (bless my schedule…). And while my label is “student” and my job is to learn until my brain collapses, I feel that there is so much more to life than books and studying…like France, cycling, food, and just the basic joie de vivre that so many people have lost site of in these past few years, especially in the United States.

But I digress.

The basis of this blog is anything and everything food (and, um, France). I love food. I love eating.  I love exploring the culture behind food and I love new experiences. And hey, I love the idea of having a place of my very own to express my ideas, my obsession with France, and my food adventures. There is nothing more exciting than a brand new avenue of communication.

I have had a love for food and culture for as long as I can remember. As a first generation Greek-American, family time usually revolves around eating, as do celebrations. Eating is in my blood, so to speak. More recently, I have slowly begun a “foodie transformation”. I will always love comfort foods that I can eat in my pajamas but there is something magical and telling about enjoying a new, exciting meal in a restaurant that I never would have thought to visit before. And now that I am getting older, my appreciation for a good meal is only getting stronger.

And while this post has me feeling vain and selfish, I think it’s important that any readers understand where I’m coming from (and I’m crossing my fingers that people actually *read* my ramblings).

Bienvenue and happy eating 🙂