I can recall a time when my parents told me that I could be anything that I wanted to be and "the sky's the limit." We are instilled with this hope of a middle class future, where we can live comfortably and raise a family with all of the comforts we are entitled to here in America, the land of plenty. We know too many people who have been laid off, who are under water on their homes and are just barely squeaking by. Our local school district is on the brink of insolvency and the teachers are being asked to take pay cuts. There's a presidential election coming in less than a year and the budget can't even be balanced. Us Americans are supposed to have it together, we're supposed to be a Super-Power. What happened? Even our congress isn't proving as dependable as it has in the past, the divide is growing.
We head to the polls in limited numbers because people don't think their votes make a difference. People stay at home in their little bubbles, dealing with their own personal problems; but with the way things are nowadays, can we really blame them? Turn on the TV and all you get is bad news, sex abuse scandals, tales of people in powerful positions taking advantage of those with very little power, which CEOs are getting multimillion dollar bonuses the year after the tax payers bailed them out, and the list goes on. There's more and more about how the gap between the rich and poor is growing and how the middle class is disappearing. This is really disheartening. It's no wonder the latest polls are saying:
I can see it. It makes me sad. How do I tell my children that they can be whatever they want to be when I don't even know if a college education will be possible? The cost of higher education is just that, higher and higher every year. I remember how much it cost for me thirteen years ago and it's definitely jumped exponentially since then. What happens when all of those things our parents told us we needed in order to enjoy success in life are no longer attainable?
There are people camping in parks across the country trying to send a message. So far, they've been there for two months and all I hear and read in the news is that the police are breaking up their encampments and arresting people. So, is it working? Is it going to be heard by anyone with influence?
My only hope is you; you out there with the power of the vote. Yes, I am only one person, but I can still vote. I can still pass on information and make people aware of things that are happening. I can still encourage my friends and family to vote, to make their voice heard. I can show my kids that no matter how bad it gets, no matter what happens to the banks, the schools, or the government, I'm still here and I'm still voting. I guess it's really all I can do.
Tales of a Food Writer...but not the kind you're thinking.
I am a food writer, but not the kind that gets all-star treatment in the restaurants, who is recognized by name or by Facebook profile. I am not the kind that has catchy by-lines or who happens to get picked as a judge on a television food show. That is not my gig. I am however, the kind of food writer who could tell you whether or not your avocado tree is self-fertile (true story), or who could tell you the nutritional benefits of a certain fruit or root vegetable. I could tell you the scientific name for pretty much any of the foods on my counter right now, and I could tell you how they would benefit your body. I am a content writer for Specialty Produce.
Recently, I was told by none other than award-winning Executive Chef Bernard Guillas of San Diego's Marine Room restaurant, that the work I do is extremely important and that I am helping thousands of people with my writing. My boss (though technically I am a contra…
At some point this winter you will open the crisper drawer in your fridge to reach for a Cutie or a Kishu. You know the ones: easy to peel, sweet, tart, just the perfect balance and everything you want in a winter citrus. You have have to make lunch you're desperately trying to get something into your system because the energy you got from the coffee you mainlined a few hours ago and the two small pancakes you inhaled while making breakfast for your kids has long-since burned off. You are busy, a little shaky for lack of nutrition and therefore rushing around; you grab one of the tiny citrus with a mighty taste and realize the minute you start peeling it that you'd inadvertently grabbed one of the other random, small tangerines that orchards put out this same time of year, to compete with the stellar new varieties coming from China or Japan. You are silently cursing to yourself, knowing that once you start peeling a citrus fruit you must go all the way, and that quick, j…
Because I am a frugal person, and the stores that regularly (or somewhat regularly) carried one of my favorite gluten-free bread mixes, Chebe, aren't carrying them any longer - I had to take matters into my own hands.
If you haven't tried Chebe's line of mixes, you should. My brother sent me a couple of their mixes for bread sticks and cheesy bread back in 2007 when I was in a bit of a gluten-free food desert. Needless to say, it was really nice to have a mix that was quick and easy, and yummy.
Since then, I've gotten back into my baking habits and since I couldn't find Chebe products in any of my tried and true local stores, I took to Google. I already knew that this type of recipe, using tapioca starch, was already a mainstay in Brazil. In my search, I learned that the bread is called Pao de Queijo. There's a very nice looking recipe over at thekitchn.com (one of my favorite recipe sites), but it's pretty involved and I'm usually doing 8 other th…