I grew up hating baked carrots. The only kind I had ever eaten were super sweet, sickly, maple glazed carrots, baked until they were completely mushy. I can’t tell you how much I disliked those. Because of that, for a long time, any time anyone mentioned baked or roasted carrots I immediately explained that they were one of the few things that I didn’t like. Somehow though, I have been introduced to the real glory of roasted spiced carrots. Most of the time, they snuck onto my plate as a side dish at a restaurant (and I am more opposed to leaving food on my plate than eating some less than tasty vegetables). It’s also funny how much your tastes can change as you get older. Sometimes the version you had as a child is not a very good representation of what the dish could be and sometimes your taste buds just evolve (olives!). Either way, I try to remind myself to stay open to things that I think I hate, just in case something changes. The other night, I was reminded of the change in my opinion of roasted carrots when I went out to a spanish tapas restaurant and I had delicious roasted spiced carrots: perfectly spiced, ‘al dente’ and slathered in a flavourful sauce.
We go to the grocery store at very popular times (i.e. Sunday night), which means that there are often a lot of empty shelves, especially in the produce aisle. Lemons, garlic, ginger, lime, a lot of the basics are often missing, leaving me with some important gaps in my grocery haul. Even though I hardly ever buy peppers (any great pepper recipe suggestions out there?), a couple of weeks ago, there were not a lot of vegetables available, so I grabbed a package of red peppers and figured I would find something to do with them eventually.
I eat all day long. Before, when I used to work out of an office I would want to eat all the time but was restricted by whatever I brought for lunch that day. Now that I work from home, I don’t tend to make myself lunch for the week because I just snack on whatever is available and easy to throw together. This usually results in me eating constantly, all day, but my food never actually resembles a meal. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing but this past week I decided that I wanted to have something substantial and meal-like to have on hand.
Why do I only make popsicles in the summer time? I know they are cold, but I make plenty of cold things year round. Since these popsicles have been in my fridge this week, I’ve really enjoyed having them on hand as a snack. Hopefully I can get in the popsicle groove and find some addictive ones that will stock my freezer in all seasons. This seems like a good start since I “had to” eat them really quickly because I wanted to make a couple of other popsicle recipes before I take off for a few weeks, and I didn’t get sick of them even though I ate all six (on my own, my boyfriend is not a fan of the taste of tea) in a couple of days.