Mystery Bruise & Frititty Attempt

December 5, 2010

I woke up early this morning to get to Beverly Hills for Sherri’s 9am aerobics class at Slimmons.  I was stretching before class started when I noticed something in the mirror – what was that, on my arm?  First I tried to brush it away, like it was dirt or dust, but that didn’t work.  It was a mystery bruise, and it was almost healed – you can’t even really see it very clearly in this photo, but it’s there, on the backside of my lower left arm:

I’ve gotten mystery bruises my whole life.  I suppose I just have a high tolerance for pain, because once a year or so, a nice-sized bruise appears somewhere on my body, and I have no recollection getting hit, injured, attacked, or anything.  My first-ever mystery bruise was the worst one – a saucer-sized bruise on my thigh when I was about 10 that I didn’t even notice until everyone on my swim team pointed it out and asked what had happened.  And I had no idea.

After leaving Slimmons, I picked up my friend Tavi, and we swung by the supermarket, picked up a few things (and I got to introduce Tavi to the many joys that Superior Grocers provides) and headed back to my place and made some brunch.  I attempted a frittata, although I’ve decided I’m now gonna start calling it a frititty.  I like that more, don’t you?

Anyway, I started my frititty by sauteing scallions, green peppers, and broccoli in a skillet.  The broccoli was actually in the form of broccoli slaw, which means it had been cut down into teeny little matchsticks and sold to me in a handy little bag, with a little shredded carrots and red cabbage thrown in for kicks.  After a few minutes of saute action, I added egg beaters and some crumbled up queso fresco (a not-so-unhealthy Mexican cheese – read more about it in this post) and let it cook.  It looked pretty good in the pan (although this photo isn’t the greatest):

When I tried to turn the frititty out onto a plate, though… well, that didn’t go as smoothly as I would have liked:

It got burned on the bottom and wasn’t done in the middle.  Good times.  Tavi and I decided enough of it was cooked enough to salvage two good-sized portions, so I didn’t return it to the pan for more cooking.

Tavi, meanwhile, in another pan, sauteed 1/2 an onion, zucchini, and spinach in a little basil-infused olive oil to make a side dish.  I also warmed up a few whole wheat tortillas so we could make little spinach and frititty wraps if we wanted.  All in all, despite a not-so-perfect frititty, we managed to cobble together a pretty appealing plate:

It was good.  Not spectacular.  Not oh-my-god-this-is-the-best-thing-ever.  The frititty was bland.  But it was fun to make and I had a good time trying to make Tavi laugh, which today was borderline cruel, as laughing is painful for Tavi right now, because he had just recently dislocated his rib rehearsing his aerialist act for an upcoming circus.  And no, I did not make any of that up.

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged about trying any new types of fruit or vegetables.  The table queen squash I bought last week is still on my counter, although at the store today, Tavi bought a package of raw peeled sugar cane:

This is the stuff that table sugar comes from, although how it gets from this state to granulated and sealed in little packets at coffeehouses everywhere is, like my bruise, a mystery.  Anyway, Tavi says you can just suck the sweet, sugary juice right out of these things, so I tried one:

It was fibrous and tough, but after gnawing on it for a little bit, juice flowed forth, and it tasted like… sugar!  Surprise!  Here’s what it looked like after I de-juiced it with my mouth:

Now I just gotta figure out what to do with that table queen squash!

Keep it up, David!


What’s in the RediSetGo? Part Nine

November 22, 2010

This is technically my first blog post from my little vacation to Colorado, as I am writing this from the Rocky Mountain state, but the post is about stuff that happened prior to leaving Los Angeles.

That’s because, this morning, I used a piece of kitchen equipment that I love blogging about (and you love reading about, which makes writing about it even more fun) – and so, without further ado, it’s time for another round of everyone’s favorite blog-based game, What’s in the RediSetGo?

The rules are so simple.  There’s something in the RediSetGo, and you have to guess what it is.  That’s it.  There’s no chutes or ladders, no collecting $200 for passing Go, no triple letter squares.  If you’d like to practice before tackling today’s challenge, than click here or here or even here.

Now that you’re all spackled and primed, let’s play!

What’s in the RediSetGo?


I had a sweet potato I wanted to consume, but since I already featured sweet potato fries in a prior edition of What’s in the RediSetGo? (you can click here to read about them), I decided to do something different.  Today’s creation is based on the Spanish tortilla that I grew up eating.  A tortilla is kinda known as a poor man’s omelet, as it’s mostly potatoes instead of mostly egg.  The tortilla my grandmother makes has only 4 ingredients (I think):  oil, potatoes, onion, and eggs.  Maybe salt and pepper too.  Actually, to say that today’s RediSetGo creation is based on that tortilla is a big stretch – ‘loosely inspired’ is perhaps a better description.

First I peeled and diced up the sweet potato, slicked the RediSetGo with some Pam, and threw them in, adding dried thyme, rosemary, oregano, and garlic powder:

I love how you can see the steam rising from the RediSetGo in that pic.

After they got all soft and cooked through, I added the eggs.  I would have added onion, too, but I didn’t have any.  I wanted to add three egg whites, but try as I might, I couldn’t prevent one of the yolks from slipping away from me and into the RediSetGo.  Oh well, it’s not the end of the world.  That one yolk probably made it tastier.

The finished product:

You can see I couldn’t really stir the yolk throughout the frittata because some of it had already begun to set.  The RediSetGo moves quickly!  The final product was delicious.  I really wanted a piece of toast to go with it, but I’m out of bread right now.

Since this post is all about food, I thought I’d follow up on a post from last week, where I tried to buy the perfect amount of produce to last me three days.  Since I’m going to be in Colorado through this weekend, I didn’t want to have tons of produce sitting around my house, going bad in my absense.

This is what I bought:

Before heading to the airport, I took a quick photo of what remains – I’d say I did pretty well eating most of that produce!

Let’s go through it, item by item:

  • 1 head of celery: 80% EATEN
  • 2 Granny Smith apples: 1 EATEN, 1 NOT.
  • 1 pound of carrots: 60% EATEN
  • 1 bag of red seedless grapes:  25% EATEN
  • 2 bananas
  • 1 green pepper
  • 1 Rome apple
  • 1 yam
  • 1 zucchini

I washed the grapes and put them in that container, and they’re now in my freezer, where they’ll keep for a nice long time.  The carrots and celery, which I washed and cut down into strips, are being stored in green bags – they’re actually sitting on top of the green bags (and paper towel) in the photo.  I picked up the green bags at the supermarket a few months ago – basically, they’re breathable, allowing ethylene gas, which accelerates the deterioration of fruits and vegetables, to escape, keeping produce fresher for longer.  They’ll be fine by the time I return to California.

But I certainly will need to head to the store within 24 hours of my return!

Keep it up, David!