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Mar 15

Fan-tasy Friday: Science Fiction San Francisco

What do cupcakes, Tara from Buffy and singing Zombie writers all have in common?  They all were a part of my night last Friday.   This post manages to be both SciFriday, Fantasy Friday and FAN-tasy Friday.  Triple score!

One of the fantastic things I’ve discovered while living in the east bay is a group known as SF in SF – Science Fiction in San Francisco.  I threw my name down on their listserv a little while back and get delightful updates each month about a variety of science fiction events (movies, book signings, doctor who marathons) taking place in the city across the bridge.  It’s pretty awesome though often with my schedule I can’t attend nearly everything I want to go to.  Last Friday was a delightful exception to this as I got to attend a reading/signing/musical extravaganza headlined by Seanan McGuire for her new book “Midnight Blue-Light Special”.  Not only can she write but she can sing too and wait, there’s more!  Amber Benson (aka Tara from Buffy) was there along with Sara Kuhn who wrote a romantic romp about hooking up at Con.  I was unfamiliar with Kuhn before this past Friday but I found her delightfully entertaining.  She’s got a book about killer cupcakes in the works…like killer tomatoes but with batter and frosting.  I’m so excited.  Okay well the book isn’t actually about the cupcakes, it’s about superheroes, but you mention baked goods in a scifi setting to me and I’ll focus on that for obvious reasons…..

Anyway the book release, and main subject for this week’s scifriday post, is actually an urban fantasy book.  The aforementioned “Midnight Blue Light Special” which is the second in McGuire’s “InCryptid” series about a family of Monster..scientists?  Professors?  Hunters?  Cryptozoologists is the technical term and the Price family essentially does all they can to learn about, protect and at times “control” the population of things that go bump in the night.  Everything from dragons to chupcabras and three, yes count them THREE, varieties of Gorgon.  While it seems that the series arc is going to explore all members of the Price family over time, the first two books follow the eldest daughter Verity Price a ballroom dancer and monster liaison for New York City.   What does she do exactly?  Well she keeps tabs on the various creatures, “Cryptids”, and makes sure they behave themselves amongst the human population.  She also works to make sure the human population behaves themselves around the monsters as there is a not-so-nice group of Monster-hunters (the Covenant) that kill all cryptids indiscriminately.   Not all cryptids are bad you see and even the oogey woogey Boogeyman can live in harmony with the human populace…that is assuming you call operating a strip club harmonious.

Verity’s character sums up a weird Buffy Summers/Speedster mashup in my head.  I’m not sure that’s quite the intended picture as some ballroom dance skills out to be tossed in there too, but I just can’t quite un-picture Brea Grant delivering Buffy quips when I read these books.  They’re fun.  They’re fairly light reading compared to some of the heavier things sitting on my shelf.  They’re great for scratching your female ass-kicker itch.

They also have hyper-religious talking mice.  Not the Disney varieties mind you; these mice don’t captain tugboats or sew pretty dresses.  Aeslin mice spend their time either worshipping their religious figures (in this case our main character) or form hunting parties with some pretty serious hardware to kill other animals for religious feasts.  Obviously you’d want to keep them away from the Gorgons.  Despite being rodents, invasive of our main character’s privacy and congregants with a fanaticism that the Catholic Church would lust after, these characters are pretty much the most damnable adorable thing I’ve read about in ages.  I totally want my own colony because their love for food and my love for baking would presumably go hand in hand quite nicely.

When I went to the book release for the second novel I brought along a batch of homemade gingerbread inspired by another cryptid in the books—the Madhura.  The Madhura are a race of mammals that are human-like in appearance (Indian specifically) and remarkably non-threatening.  Instead they seem to love all things sweet and candy-like and run bakeshops called GingerBread Pudding.  “They consume fructose the way humans consume protein, and most seem to live on a diet of fruit, honey, and refined sugar. Examination of Madhura teeth has found them to be entirely devoid of tooth decay.”

Damn.  I want to be a Madhura.

Anyway if you are looking for a fun read, love petite blondes who kick ass, enjoy monsters, mayhem nibble on an InCryptid book or two.  Bake gingerbread to accompany it for genuine bibliovore pleasure.  Just remember that when you give an Aeslin mouse a cookie…he’ll want holy milk to go with it!

Gingerbread Cookies

Adapted from King Arthur Flour’s Cookie Companion Read more

Nov 15

Pear the Brundt of it

Happy National Bundt Cake Day! 

I’m sure almost all of you are familiar with this style of cake.  Ya know, the one that has a giant hole in it?  I’m sure of that because it’s the most popular cake pan sold in this country.  No, really, it is.  The bundt is thought to be inspired from the German “bundkuchen” also known as a “gugelhupf”; Hungarians might know this as the kugelhopf and fans of Seinfield will recognize the Polish term for a similar cake—the “Babka.” The major departing difference of the American Bundt from all this is that it’s more typically a quickbread, leavened with baking powder, rather than yeasted bread.  The American variety is also another case of industry lead tradition—much like fluffernutter.  The “bundt” and its special pan were trademarked in that era of idealized domestication (the 1950’s) by David Dalquist.  Dalquist is the founder of a Nordicware—one of the leading brands for baking pans.  The pans were developed for a group of Jewish women who wanted lighter versions of their cast iron varieties from the old world.  Thus the aluminum bundt pan was born.  It didn’t achieve particular notoriety though until another culinary world giant, Pillsbury, awarded second place in a baking contest to a Bundt cake in the late 60’s.  After that the bundt pan became the most sought after baking pan sold to date—over 1 million each year by nordicware alone.   That’s not including the other “tube” or “tunnel” pans in production by a dozen other companies.  See, I told you I was sure you must have heard of it for a good reason.

Oh and that hole in the middle of the pan?  Why is it there?  It improves heat circulation throughout the cake for evenly baked dough.   This means you can make a bigger cake than you would with a traditional round pan where the center would be undercooked if too much batter was added.  It’s why bundts can come in BIG varieties and work well as a “take and bake” gift.  You can make a lot of it so share without worrying about an undercooked middle.

I know I’ve been really obscure about things being crazy at home.  The short version is that I have a brother who is 17 and all that entails.  The long version is that he’s 17 and suffering from some serious mental and personality disorders that make it above and beyond your usual teenage angst.  I seem to bear the brunt of his loathing though my mom gets the worst of his virulent, toxic personality.  The kid recently took off and while it was terrifying for my mom, it ultimately made the house we’re in a healthier environment.  That was until he showed up in the middle of the night recently with an attitude of “I don’t want to be here but I have nowhere else to go and legally you have to take me” and a list of demands for the conditions of his return.  Now don’t get me wrong but if someone is coming to your doorstep because they are out of options, in what universe do they get to simultaneously issue decrees and terms of negotiation?  Isn’t it typically that the person who you have by the balls so to speak is the one who gets the short end of the stick? 

The hardest part of this is letting my mom parent and needing to step back from trying to co-parent with her.  There was a time when I was arguably the primary care-giver but as I tend to be more rigid because of my type-A(sshole?) personality, I’ve become particularly hated.  I also have a much harder time watching my mother be disrespected than she does taking it.  It’s a loyalty thing and I’m the same way.  When someone insults me I can let it go but if they attack someone I care about…that riles me up ten times more and a thousand times faster.  Listening to some of the things he says and the way he talks to her…there is no better  motivation for birth control on earth.  Seriously.

mmmm pear butter

I have so many dreams.  I know they won’t all come true and oftentimes some melodies are best left unsung.  But I absolutely will have kids someday.  I’ve got too many great kid-approved recipes not to right?  Recipes like this double pear bundt cake.  It’s precisely the sort of thing I would imagine a “Mom” baking in her French country styled kitchen.  This recipe originally was an apple bundt cake—the quintessentially American pairing, but since I had ginger pear butter I made recently and a few pears still on my counter, I swapped it out.  Feel free to go either way and if you don’t have homemade pear or apple butter, don’t despair, many stores carry apple butter these days.

Mini Double Pear Bundt Cakes

Modified from Dorie Greenspan’s Double Apple Bundt Cake “Baking from my home to yours” Read more

Nov 6

Think Thin Tuesday: Vote! Chick off your Salad

Happy Election Day folks!  Did you vote yet?  I “chicked off my salad” and sent it out earlier on but there should still be time to get to the polls when this post goes up.   If nothing else it gets you out of work right?  So I’m about to embark on my first “political” post.  I wish I weren’t writing this in the middle of the night, half exhausted but you get what you get.  I hope it makes some sense and no one turns on me after the fact.  I promise to resume my personal boring ramblings if you hate it.  The recipe I’ve got today is beyond fast and simple to snap together.  Seriously it was easier to put together than making a decision on Prop 37 (which I discuss below) so try it out!

“Vote or Die Motherfrakkers”  No, not because I think the Presidential election matters.  That’s not really where you are going to make a difference.  It’ll either be the Demopublican or the Republocrat in office.  I cast my mail in vote for Gary Johnson because I can at least consol myself that I chose to vote for someone rather than against someone.  I usually don’t get into poli-ticks on here because my goal is not to offend anyone but if you must know I am more or less a small-l libertarian.  What does that mean?  Well the oft quoted summation is that it means I’m a liberal on social issues and a conservative on fiscal ones.  What it really means is that I’m opposed to large scale, government intervention as a rule and prefer smaller and smaller government whenever possible.  Even though I know that a third party candidate isn’t primed for a chance, and Johnson (who is actually a candidate I’m very enthusiastically in support of) won’t win, I despise this concept of “voting for the lesser evil” and choosing between the two big parties.

You know what you still end up with when you “vote for the lesser evil”?  Evil.  Did you know that more Americans identify themselves as independents than aligning with either party?  Can you imagine what could happen if we STOPPED this mentality of thinking the only way to make your vote matter is to choose between a turd sandwich or a giant douche?  It CAN happen, hell it could happen today if people en masse stopped being afraid of “the other guy” and started focusing on the guy who might actually get the job done.  I get told by folks that this is a pipe dream and that I should do my best to keep Obamney out of office because at least Romama is better on issue X.  And we wonder why nothing really changes or gets better?  How can it when every election season votes are motivated out of fear and single issue voting?  The founding fathers feared this but it’s been running our nation pretty much since the beginning.  I hope it will stop in my lifetime, I know it probably won’t, but I can at least live with myself for not being intellectually dishonest.

So why am I encouraging you to vote?  Well the Presidential election may be little more than a Watchmen-Comedian-esque joke to me, but your statewide propositions ARE a place where you have a chance to make a difference.  I hope that you, my dear readers, try to make the best informed decision on matters of smaller local government.  It’s in fact why I’m a small-l libertarian.  Smaller scale government decisions mean more visibility, oversight, transparency and direct impact by voters on their own lives.  A really big proposition here in California that I get asked for my opinion about frequently is prop 37.  I guess because I’m “foodie” girl with a degree in biotechnology I have a unique view on this matter.  Not familiar with the proposition?  It’s a measure to label California foods that are Genetically Modified.  At least on paper that’s what it claims to do.  After much examination, reading the bill and a dozen blogs on the issue, I decided to vote No.  This shocks a lot of people since I care quite a bit about consumer rights and encourage everyone to pay attention to what they eat.

Yes Monsanto, known for being eeeeeeevil, opposes the bill and so many kneejerk to thinking if Monsanto is against it, then it must be a good thing. I think it’s a little disingenuous to focus so much on who opposes the bill without looking at who wrote it: an ambulance chasing group that has used California voter passed legislation to pursue millions of dollars in cases in the past. That triggered a worry for me far more than Monsanto opposing the bill would. (now if this were a bill that Monsanto had written then I would say focus on them) I mean if you’re going to take that route let’s look at another issue: gun control. You know who was a big proponent of gun control in his own country? Adolf Hitler. Now I’m not trying to draw some ridiculous allegory here I just mean this: just because one person you hate likes chocolate, doesn’t mean chocolate is something you now have to hate.

So why is it a NO from me?  Well I think I would have to write you a term paper to properly discuss the matter.  Let me explain, no there is too much, let me sum up.  I am O.K. with genetically modified foods but I do believe they need to be labeled.  Not because the foods themselves pose a risk of giving you tentacles (which pro-37 ads would lead to you believe) but for some more boring, science reasons around protein allergens.  I probably will write up a post in the future about this because I find it unbelievably depressing how little people know about genetic modification and what it really is.

No my problem with the bill is how poorly it is written.  Loopholes for special exemptions aside, it also lets imported foods skirt the issue altogether.  So you can buy imported, unlabeled GMO products and many people probably will out of fear over local GMO labeled products.  Local NON-GMO products?  Forget it.  The prices won’t be able to compete with China.  Yuppie hipsters will buy local, foraged non GMO blah blah blah but your average family will get the apples from China instead.  Well what good does THAT do?  Nothing.  In fact it’s worse because now consumers will buy food that might be GMO, but from nations further away meaning we’re trucking in food globally and doing more damage to the environment.  Additionally, simply labeling something as GM is not enough for reasons I’ll explain in another post but the short of it is this: GM foods have unique proteins present.  These are potentially allergens.  If you ARE going to label GM food it should be to make consumers aware that a protein from say, brazil nuts, is present and may be a potential allergen for those with a nut allergy.  Right now all labeling foods as GM will do is inspire fear in those who don’t understand it.  Making it law makes it that much harder to undo.  It will actually cause more problems than it will fix.  A poorly written bill is a bad thing to support, even if I agree with the basic premise, because it takes more money and time to undo, often causing a great deal of harm in the meantime, than to wait and pass a better one in the future.  I’ve heard it said that the bill would be good because it gets the conversation going…well putting it on the ballot gets the conversation going.  Look at us right now, we are conversing.  Well more like I’m taking at an imaginary person and imagining your responses but you get the idea.  I swear being a blogger sometimes makes me think I’m crazy.  Anyway that’s the brief sum up.  There’s a lot more that pertains to the issue of GMO in general but I’ll save that for another day….

Anyway recipe time!  This is a very light chicken salad with Vietnamese flavors that is very loosely based off an old 2008 recipe from the now defunct Gourmet magazine.  It’s a fantastic chicken salad with TONS of flavor and very few calories.  Serve it up on some cabbage slices if you are watching carbs or splurge a little and put it on some French roll for a delicious, but still under 500 calorie, sandwich.  I hate that gourmet sandwiches prepared anywhere outside the home usually run the gamut at 750-1450!!  Chicken salad doesn’t have to be a gloopy, mayo mess.  This one is salty, sweet and oh so satisfying and good for your waistline. You don’t have to choose between eating well or eating tasty in my kitchen—this candidate for your stomach will give you the impossible.  High flavor at a low caloric cost.  Too bad American politics can’t do that too.

Vietnamese Chicken Salad
Adapted from August “Gourmet” 2008 Read more

Jul 19

Ginger Brownies Cooks-011
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Brownies with Bite

Comic-Con Recaps to resume tomorrow.

Last night I was curled up with a pint of Arctic Zero and Pablo Neruda pausing to reflect on my life and where it is versus where it’s going.  The last year has been rough, there is no denying that, and there are things I really want to do moving forward.  Things I’ve been too afraid to do.  Things I had excuses not to try.  Those excuses are drying up and it’s time to actually take the plunge.

My most recent ex (spiderman as I’d call him on here from time to time) was probably the biggest thing keeping me from making the move I know I need to make.  I have this inability to give up on relationships with people who I’ve given part of myself to.  I have this kind of sick need to see that something is really dead and gone before I can bury it and move on.  I’m too afraid of leaving something still breathing or beating in a box below the ground.  As a result many of my breakups happen after prolonged periods of misery for one or both people.  This last one was a while coming, I saw it happening and frankly there were some really big warning signs.  After all when your significant other is doing things that show an utter lack of respect to you, to your supposed relationship, that’s a sign it’s time to move on.  Maybe it’s because I feel like I’ve lost so many people in my life, I want to hold on and hope it will pull through.  It could also be that I’m just used to the dysfunction. 

I know it’s nuts, but part of me believes that real love and passion have to go hand-in-hand with pain and fighting.  I wonder where I get that from. 

Still if that person in your life is texting someone else at 2AM about tearing off their clothes, odds are it’s time to get out.   If there are more tense moments and almost fights than smiles, it might be time to get out.   I just always want to go on fighting until there’s nothing left to fight for.  That’s not the right way to be.

Do you know what I think it really comes down to?  I think I, and people like me, know that it’s over but the truth is we are afraid.  Fear.  That’s the real problem.   Another friend of mine is going through a painful breakup.  I think his first.  You know what echoes a lot when we talk about it?  Fear.  Fear of never finding someone else that makes the world shine in the way only love makes it shimmer.  Fear of being alone.   Fear that 20 years down the road you will look back and discover that this was the biggest mistake of your lifetime and you can never reclaim it.  Fear.

You know what?

Fuck Fear.

Fear is a bitch.  I’m not saying go out and embrace stupid choices to defy it.  Caution, sound judgment and rationality are all good things.  When your skin prickles as you stand next to a roaring black bear it’s for a damn good reason.  The fear of it though, that’s what leads to making stupid choices and mistakes.  Fear is what keeps horses standing still when a fire rages around them.  Fear is what motivates people to sacrifice their freedom for an illusion of safety.  Fear is what leads to internment camps and gas chambers.  Fear is what keeps us stuck in the past instead of moving forward.  It’s the fear that you will look back on in life and regret. 

I must not fear.

Fear is the mind-killer.

Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.

I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

Only I will remain.

If there is one thing I want to improve and to work on now, it’s not giving into that anymore.  After a breakup it’s okay to be sad or be angry.  I can be both of those things for a long time if I want to be.   I’ll probably feel angry and used for a while still after this last one.  What I refuse to be is afraid.  I will not cower inside and be afraid that my life is over or that I will always look back on each last relationship with only regret.  I will not fear that the best is over.  That will accomplish nothing.  It may be true.  I must not let myself believe it before I know it.  If I am 80 years old someday and reading this shaking my head at how stupid I was, I’ll know then, but I’m not 80 yet.  I have the luxury of living my life right now and I’ll leave the 20/20 hindsight to my future self-regarding this message if turns out to be all wrong. 

I won’t think about that today.  I’ll think about it tomorrow.

So instead I’m going to jump off some cliffs and try to build my wings on the way down.  Why be afraid of the fall?  If I fall it will all be over and I won’t have a chance to regret it.

In honor of the Dune, the Bene Gesserit, and oddly enough this theme of anti-fear that runs through a lot of my Hugo Award nominees (just wait until I review Deadline guys) I’m going to share some ginger spiced brownies with you today.  Brownies are the perfect comfort food and the spice/Dune connection is hopefully pretty obvious but don’t go thinking these are food for girls or boys wallowing in their misery.  Sure they will work well for that, but the candied ginger gives these brownies a real bite hidden inside of them.   A hidden surprise that will wake you up; exactly what was called for last night and what anyone stuck in their misery needs—a delicious, sharp slap to the face!

Fearless Ginger Brownies

Modified slightly from Cook’s Illustrated “Classic Brownies” recipe published 2004 Read more

Apr 17

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Oops I did it again

Most people seem to have at least one bad habit and sometimes that is a propensity to lose things.  Thankfully I have never been the sort of person to lose my keys, though I have on rare occasion lost my phone, but I do seem to be the person to forget her keys.  Specifically inside my current place of residence and I often realize I forgot them after I’ve shut the door with the lower lock…locked.  My mother ingrained in me from day one to always lock doors; it’s just reflex now.  Unfortunately I also am always running behind and sometimes forget my damn keys.  9 times out of 10 my roommate is around or out and has her key so I’m able to get in.  What follows however is the story of a time when I locked both myself AND my roomie out of our apartment.

It was late evening and we were going to go out and grab a drink and unwind after a long week.  I was still getting ready and my roommate went to our neighbor’s place to hang until I was done.  When I go out for the night I don’t like to take my whole key ring because I resemble a janitor.  In order to lighten my lode I remove just the key to my apartment.  The problem this particular evening was that the key to my apartment and my parent’s house look exactly the same.  Usually I keep my keys in a specific order so I know which is which but either the order was disrupted or I was just so hurried that I failed to properly select the correct key.  In any event I quickly discovered I had grabbed the incorrect key AFTER I locked the doorknob, shut the door and tried to get the deadbolt locked.  I went to the next apartment to discover, to our mutual horror, that my roommate (I’m going to call her Gizmo from here on out), that Gizmo had neither shoes nor her key.  It was 10pm and the end of the week.  My apartment managers were not going to be in until Monday at 9AM and had no emergency contact number.  I was frelled.

A friend of Gizmo’s who can pick locks attempted to free me from my predicament for 30 minutes.  For some reason, most likely a liberal lubrication of his liver or the high quality of our lock, he was unable to get the door open.  While I was pleased to learn that our apartment is fairly resistant to intrusion, I was not happy that I was going to have to call a locksmith and shell out nearly $100 to get into my apartment.  I made the call and went to wait for him out on the street while Gizmo (wearing borrowed shoes) and friends went out after I promised to meet up with them after I gained entrance to the apartment.  As I was sitting pondering my epic stupidity, I saw a light go on in the house across the street.  There is a very friendly, older couple whom I’ve often spoken with.  They have a 3 story orange tree and a nice Labrador that Oz occasionally plays with.  They also lived in my exact apartment a few years ago.  Realizing they were up, and praying to every god in the book, I ran across the street to knock on the door and ask if they by any change had an old key to the apartment.  The kind man who provides me with oranges all the time went out to his lock box and retrieved a potpourri of unknown keys.  After trying 10 others we discovered that one did indeed unlock my apartment and I was both ecstatic and disturbed that the locks hadn’t been changed.*  Of course this is the exact moment the locksmith arrived and I paid him the base fee I had been quote and not one cent more.  He tried to insist I pay him for work he didn’t have to do and I used their ridiculously overpriced policy against him.  $45 to “see” the door and then $40+ for whatever work.  Well he did NO work so I refused to pay one red cent more.

In order to thank my kindly neighbors I baked some delicious goodies to deliver.  I also wanted to share with my apartment neighbors, one of whom is vegan, so I broke out a new vegan cookbook for some cookies.  The results were warm, gooey and absolutely 100% “omg these don’t even taste vegan” delicious.

*  I later on had the apartment managers change our locks.

Vegan Ginger Cookies

from “Vegan with a Vengeance” by Isa Moskowitz Read more

Sep 10

Sea Bass Cook, Cook Bass Cook!

In geekish news I was twittered (tweeted? not sure of the verbiage/past tense forms here) by one Bonnie Burton.  I was pretty excited about that earlier  because I’m awesome and/or a total loser.  Mwahahahaha.  Tonight is the end of Eureka too which I’m pretty bummed about.  Why do they do these half seasons?  It gets really good and then I have to go another few months without my fix.  Just not right.  Plus LUPO oh poor, poor Lupo.  She’s probably the most kick-assingist chick of tv these days and I hate going months without her.

In honor of some “kick you in the pants” female scifi characters that I’m missing, I am bringing you a spicy thai dish.  See what I did there?  Segue-ded. Read more

May 8

Put the lime in the coconut and soup it on up!

I was awestruck today when I realized I have gone through almost every one of the New England Soup Factory’s Chicken Soup recipes.  Seriously.  There is only ONE left I haven’t tried because it’s very simple and more about presentation than substance.  Presentation is wonderful but I usually make a big batch of chicken soup every 2-4 weeks so I have something when I (or friends/relatives) inevitably get sick.  I usually freeze half the batch in single serve portions and keep the rest in my fridge to eat over the week.  I really wanted to try something new and since there was one recipe left, which I magically had some of the essential ingredients for, off I went!

This soup recipe is called a Caribbean Chicken soup however it taste far more reminiscent of thai curry to me…only without as much of the spice.  It’s not awful however it’s not something I’d consider remarkable.  If I were to make it again I would most likely take it a step further and incorporate more traditional thai flavors.  I don’t think it was as good as my Thai Chicken Noodle but I can see how these two recipes could be combined to create a Thai Curry Chicken soup…sans noodle. Read more

Apr 1

Orange Ginger Glazed Salmon

This is a feature called: What is Lea eating for dinner this week? Salmon. Pink, Wild- Alaskan Salmon.

Please pardon me a moment to tell you about sustainable fish. Please try to eat healthy, sustainable fish when you select seafood as a dining choice. This is a more powerful tool than any government regulation: the power of the consumer. If you make the choice to eat fish that are either farmed safely with minimal pollution OR fish that are relatively more abundant, you put the pressure on fisheries to make wiser choices. I’m a huge fan of aquaculture when done correctly and *gasp* despite being a biotechnology major I have some major issues with farmed genetically modified fish. Read more

Mar 30

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Thai Chicken Noodle Soup

It’s spring but still chilly and rainy.  Time for soup!  This tastes good despite reading about food toxicology so I must have done something right.   As some people know my health is my white whale; I get sick.  A lot.  So I’m always making soup to have on hand, this one is great if you have an upset stomach.  Ginger is very soothing and a common treatment in eastern cultures for nausea.  We do it commonly in the west too (gingerale anyone?) so this is a great flu time soup.  I also tend to like a little heat if my throat is sore.  Thus this soup is a double whammy! Read more

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