Kicking Television
September 30th, 2007
So I was wrong, so very wrong, about a few shows this fall season, as I discovered throughout the weekend, as both days can be summed up thusly: Caught up on TiVo. The End.
Well, not really, of course, but it would be disingenuous to deny that a significant chunk of the evenings were spent lying supine on the bed beneath the pleasing glow of Top Chef (go Casey!) Dirty Sexy Money (Donald Sutherland? Love!), Life (House, but in cop form!), Bionic Woman (So bad. Run for your lives!) and, um, Back to You (ummm … will it do to say that I like Patricia Heaton and can’t help myself?).
This all points to the fact that I’m afraid I may be overextending myself this television season, because Friday Night Lights is coming back, and Pushing Daisies and … well, I’m overwhelmed, and I may have to quit my job to become a full-time television watcher. And after the week I had last week, it’s a bit tempting.
Honestly, we had a great weekend, and I’m crushed to see it end, as usual. We took Sunny out for breakfast on Saturday morning, and to a local park for some fetch, which actually means “lying in the grass and falling asleep while staring at a ball.” While it was lovely, it knocked her on her sad little puggy ass, and she’s done little but sleep ever since — in fact, she’s asleep right now, at 8:30, after sleeping until 11:30 this morning. Oh, to be a pug.
Completely unrelated, but you know, I got an e-mail last week from Saks touting the excitement of new! high-waisted! DENIM! And honestly, I know it’s coming back, but I have to ask: why? Why the hell? It’s not flattering on anybody, I don’t care who you are. I’ll grant you, the low-rise revolution created some issues in the ass-crack department, but the high waist creates a bit of a … well, it creates a gunt. I don’t know how more delicately to put it.
And with that, I’ll leave you with a recipe for my very favorite snack in the universe. We had a bit of a culinary disaster this evening (Adam this time, not me, and it involved a recipe for chicken rollatini gone horribly, horribly awry), and I’m currently holed up in our bedroom with a big bowl of Smitten Kitchen’s roasted tomatoes and onions over white beans (again, I add an entire head of garlic and roast it, too) and my snack is marinating downstairs. HOO BOY AM I EXCITED.
I am nothing if not enchanted by exceedingly stinky brined foods — pickled brussels sprouts are a favorite, and I even like pickled eggs, and if I wasn’t allergic to them, would be unafraid to order them in bars, or is that only a rural Pennsylvania thing, with the pig’s feet and pickled eggs behind the bar? Anyway, these radishes, I must admit, smell a bit like … well, they smell like toe jam. But oh, they are delicious! Peppery and sweet and slightly acidic, with the perfect nutty accord of sesame oil. I implore you, move beyond the stench and enjoy! I usually triple the liquid and use it with about two bunches of radishes, or one medium-ish bag of them, cleaned.
A few hours before you make this, clean the radishes and smash them with a mallet or rolling pin. Salt them heavily (HEAVILY) and place them in a colander or strainer over a bowl to draw out the water. Let them rest for at least two hours, so that they can soak up enough of the marinade.
- 1 tsp. salt
- 2 tsp. soy sauce
- 2 T rice vinegar
- 2 T dark sesame oil (I like to add a drop or two of the superhot variety, for spice, too)
- 1 tsp. sugar
Whisk together all ingredients and pour over radishes. Refrigerate and, most importantly, DO NOT EAT RIGHT AWAY. Oh my goodness, these are much, much better the next day and the day after that and after that and OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO STINKY AND GOOD.
Enjoy, and happy Monday!
*Wilco
Entry Filed under: Food follies!,Nuttin'
17 Comments Add your own
1. Suebob | September 30th, 2007 at 7:57 pm
I am the only woman on earth who could be excited about high-waisted pants. I am tall and have tiny, short little legs. I am all top and no bottom. So high-waisted pants make me look almost normal. I think. You think they don’t??
2. Flibberty | October 1st, 2007 at 4:37 am
Your talk of high waisted pants reminded me something I heard on the radio yesterday . . . On NPR someone was interviewing the guy who directed Charlize Theron in her new movie (the one with Susan Sarandon that looks really good). Anyway, the director said Charlize was really brave because she didn’t want tailored clothes, oh no, she was really brave because she wanted her clothes from Target and J.C. Penny, like her character really would have worn. Well, if this is the standard for bravery, then where is my overdue award? And just to tie it back to your post, anyone who wears the high waisted pant is also quite brave.
3. hello insomnia | October 1st, 2007 at 5:37 am
My mother loves pickled radishes. But they smell like ass. Pickled ass.
4. Jess | October 1st, 2007 at 5:54 am
Torsten and I watch Back to You because he is a huge Frasier/Kelsey Grammer fan. We keep waiting for it to get good. So far, we’ve been disappointed. But we’re still watching.
5. Andrea | October 1st, 2007 at 7:25 am
Oh no, high waisted pants? No no no. It can’t be. Please say you heard wrong or something. It’s not that I’m uber attached to low rise anything, but in my little brain, I cannot imagine any changes to high waisted pants that could make them acceptable again. You know how many trends come back in style with just a little tweaking? What tweak in this world could there be for high waisted pants? It makes me think of the really short leg, called high waters in my geographical map dot, which is just bad, bad, bad.
Also, may be a little slow this morning, but um…what’s a gunt? I’ve never heard that before. Please do educate. (I learn more words from you than I do nearly anywhere else. I love it!)
6. Sadie | October 1st, 2007 at 8:06 am
You used the word gunt. That’s it, we are getting married. I told my mom that her pants made her look like she had a gunt (obviously, there was not much forethought as I spoke) and then was forced to TELL HER what that meant. You should have seen her face. First, disappointment and disgust that her daughter would use such an indelicate term, and then, within seconds, gripping horror that she appeared to HAVE a gunt.
Pickled hard-boiled eggs in bars…yes, I’ve seen it. So it might not be a Pennsylvania thing, so much as a “townie dive bar” thing. But I just can’t get behind pickled foods. I don’t even like pickles, regular old pickles. I would make a bad Jew.
7. Beth | October 1st, 2007 at 1:02 pm
Please do define “gut.” (I fear I have lived a sheltered life.)
Also, you’re allergic to eggs? Or just pickled eggs? My son is allergic to eggs and may never be able to participate in the pickled-eggs-at-bars tradition. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing. ;^) But do talk about your egg allergy sometime if you care to. I’m always looking for information and personal experiences with this. How long have you been allergic, can you eat birthday cake — you know, the important questions. ;^)
8. jonniker | October 1st, 2007 at 2:16 pm
Y’all, a gunt is a gut + that awful c-word that describes the nether regions, and means a long range of belly fat that extends from the bellybutton (or higher) to create an unattractrive … gunt.
9. TwoBusy | October 1st, 2007 at 4:50 pm
If the words “toe jam” make your mouth water… let’s just say you’re not getting near my kitchen. Ever.
10. mar | October 1st, 2007 at 5:02 pm
omg, you said gunt!
i’m rolling here. the first time i heard that word was about 5 years ago from a rather round frat boy type that my friends had brought out to the bar for the express purpose of introducing us. he made a statement about not dating a woman w/ one & all i could do was stare at him, totally appalled by the terminology & his own rather impressive girth.
11. winterwheat | October 1st, 2007 at 5:03 pm
You and your stinky briny pickled foods. You got me into blue cheese stuffed olives. Now I spend more than I can afford on them, and have to put an ice pack on my eyes the next morning to soothe the salt-induced puffiness. >:-\
12. Danell | October 1st, 2007 at 6:29 pm
There is SO MUCH to laugh at here I just can’t even take it…with all the pickling and gunting and toe jamming talk. I can’t even decide which thing I’m laughing hardest about!
13. Jonniker. » Wake Up&hellip | October 4th, 2007 at 6:31 pm
[...] So here’s something funny — or shall I say hurtful and extremely disappointing — only one alert reader asked about the toe jam radish recipe, which I’d clearly (CLEARLY) mis-typed, and I’m wondering, do you all have something against food that smells like rotting feet mixed with dog farts? For shame. [...]
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