It's Not Easy Being Green

Within the first week in St. Louis I had already google searched the recycling drop off in my area, bought recycling containers for my apartment (aka storage bins), scouted out local farmers markets, regularly used canvas shopping bags and developed the habit of turning down my utilities when leaving my place. 

When my roommate moved out, she took what I thought was “our” furniture with her, so I relied on a half-filled stability ball and a yoga mat as family-room furnishings paired with an IKEA coffee table also known as…”Lark.” As summer approached, I bought a bike for transportation & resisted to turn on the A/C. I sweated a lot. I bought potted-plant containers to make the perfect vegetable garden on my balcony.

I like the idea of living “green”…I also used “living green” to cover up my financial tight spots. 

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. If this gets out I’ll be so embarrassed: I had no money. I had a bed that caused severe back pain (probably because I took it from my sister who had taken it from my, like, 30 year old neighbor). I needed a new bed. I actually went to the doctor because I thought I had kidney stones/infection because my back hurt so badly from my bed. I bought a bed off craigslist. (It gets worse). I bought a bed and boxspring off craigslist from a girl in a commune who wanted to sleep on the floor. (Even worse) when I arrived, unaware that I was headed to a commune, the place reeked of curry and the girl was wearing tie-dye, no bra with questionable dreadlocks.

The bed had probably been slept on by several commune floaters.

I bought Lysol. I soaked them in Lysol. I covered them into hypoallergenic slips. And finally was back pain free. With a little money to spare.

There was a heat warning that summer-my plants and I both suffered. I decided that my extra “bed” money would go to utilizing A/C and to the farmers market-because clearly I was unable to maintain my balcony garden in the heat wave. 

I was extremely “green” that summer but I guess I lacked the “green thumb.” Even if I never managed to grow fabulous tomatoes and red peppers, it was fun to have a spot of green on my balcony. 

Yesterday I went to the Maplewood Farmers Market at Schlafly Bottleworks. I found a flier for “Truck Farm.” The flier showed a truck with a garden in the flat bed. It looks aaaaamazing!

Truck Farm describes themselves as a “wicked delicate film + food project inspiring young people to participate in rethinking the way we eat, and encouraging schools to plant their own gardens.” It encourages participants to plant seeds in the most creative places they can think of. 

As a parting gift to St. Louis, I think I’ll rip open the hypoallergenic slip cover (with gloves), throw in some soil, plant some seeds, and give back to the commune. That would really be the bed that kept on giving: free floater sleeps, back-pain free nights, and possibly food for a commune. Aka life-to a family of dreadlocks. 

(Stop judging: The mattress was like <5 years old & Lysol kills 99.9%-not a truly "green" cleaning product but it could really kill a lot of green...mold,fungus,curry) 

A Course of Balance

 I got home from Trader Joes, started unpacking my groceries, and replaced my brown bananas with fresh ones. But what to do with the sad bananas? Bake cookies of course! 

• Even after I spent the morning cleaning my kitchen and taking out my garbage/recycling? Of course!

• Even after my 1.5 hour long work out, while still wearing my heart rate monitor and sweaty clothes? Of course!

Seems counterproductive but totally necessary. And one cannot let bananas go to the landfill. 

1 big bowl, 2 ripe bananas, 1.3 cups old-fashion rolled oats, 4 tablespoons olive oil, 1/3 cup semi sweet chocolate chips, and a little under 1 tablespoon vanilla extract later I had an amazingly simple batter of ingredients I had on hand. After mashing it all up and letting the batter sit for about 15 minutes, I threw those 2 tablespoon drops into the 350 degrees oven for some lovin.

• What do you do with the left over batter you ask? Well eat it of course?! Yes, while still wearing your workout clothes…would you have it any other way? I mean, there’s no raw egg in this mish-mashed banana recipe so you can have at it. 

• And how can I make the clean up easy? By lining the baking sheets with foil of course! Clean up is a breeze and with the new city recycling drop off in my backyard, neither the foil nor bananas will end up in the landfill.

Counterproductive? ...Maybe. 

But balance is key in my world. Balance and some really good, simple cookies...of course.

Serenading Cake

My big request from Mr. Claus this year was a nice knife set. It kind of felt like Santa and I were registered at Macy’s…although I don’t know how I feel about wearing red and living in the cold for the rest of my life. But then again, I am moving back to Chicago soon..?

Santa was kind. He brought a good amount of Wusthof knives. I bought a magnetic knife holder, mounted it in my kitchen, and displayed my beautiful gift for all my diners-Or potential robbing criminals. 

I’ve used them all: the paring, the utility, the kitchen, the cook’s but never the serrated. As much as I wanted to get into bread making I never did. Most likely for self (body) preservation.

Last weekend was the first weekend I braved Soulard Farmers Market since the fall. I stopped off at Black Bear Bakery's booth (say that 5 times fast) to buy myself some $5 artisan honey whole wheat. The second I got home what did I decide to monger? Not the copious amounts of vegetables…No of course not! The bread! duh. 

I untwist-tied that puppy and realized that it truly was the greatest thing since un-sliced bread! It finally came time to use that jagged edged knife that magnetically hung mocking me day in and day out. It was astonishing how perfectly it cut. Was it the artisan bread or the German knife? I couldn’t help but sing the lyrics to Cake’s Italian Leather Sofa while pondering:

She’s got a serrated edge

That she moves back and forth

It’s such a simple machine

She doesn’t have to use force

Then I popped two precisely width-cut-to-my-desire pieces of bread in the toaster . Spread some no-nonsense real butter on them . Threw them back into the toaster to get that soggy/crispy diner type toast . And headed out to my balcony to enjoy some breakfast and sunshine. 

When she gets what she wants

She puts the rest on a tray

In a zip-loc bag

In the freezer

 

 Now it's that knead button on my cuisinart that will plague me.

A Really-Not so Funny-Story

After a day of taking care of a 500 pound patient with diabetic ketoacidosis, my roommate the RN, was near comatose herself. This 30 year old, with a 7 week old baby, had blood sugars in the 700s and his family was feeling responsible that they had "genetically passed on diabetes." 

Jaw Drop. 

Really people? Are you trying to be funny? I don't think they get the big picture here...but I thought I'd lighten up my cynical posts with some of my own punch lines. And by "my own" I really mean an internet search of food jokes. So here goes:

Why did the tortilla chips start dancing? 
They put on the salsa! 

You've got to be smiling after that one. I know you weren't expecting that at all. Ok here's another...

"Waiter, this food tastes kind of funny" 
"Then why aren't you laughing?"

(You better be laughing at that one)
The site I found some of these jokes on was called Jokes for Kids. I just don't know if any kids would find this one funny...

Why don't they serve chocolate in prison?
Because it makes you break out!

Oh boy. Ok, I'm done. 
I just wish there was something more funny to 500 pounds diabetic ketoacidosis. But there's not. It's seriously fatal. And apparently it's not funny or socially appropriate to talk about weight. My roommate set the family straight by saying his weight was unhealthy and the result of this problem-not genetics. So when does the "heaviness" of the problem weigh down on our nation? Maybe we should start enjoying more escargot.
Why do the French like snails?
Because they don't like fast food!!