A Homebody Weekend
It must have been a sign that I’d been overdoing it lately. On Wednesday, I woke up with a slight headache and a sore throat. By the time I managed to contact my three on-site managers, talk to the temp covering for my co-worker, and email my manager who works remotely to see if I could go home early, my head felt like it was splitting in two and my throat hurt more than it had since I’d had mono. I must have found the slowest cab driver on the East Side because, by the time I arrived at my apartment, my mental stopwatch figured out that it might actually have been quicker to take the subway home.
This signaled that I was destined to have a Homebody Weekend. You know what this is; when you: buy every magazine that you can, make sure the remote is working, pull out the delivery menus, check out pay-per-view or free movie downloads, and hunker inside for a couple of days. Fortunately, the weather cooperated for this. We are still in the middle of a grey, unseasonably chilly and rainy cycle. No offense to my friends across the Atlantic, but this feels like an English spring to me, which is completely unfair as I don’t live there anymore.
BBC Good Food used to publish a monthly vegetarian version when I lived in the UK many years ago. I guess they decided that, although there wasn’t enough demand for it at that frequency, they could put a collection together several times a year. I was glad to find the summer edition on the magazine rack just in time for this weekend. Several of the recipes I recognize from early editions of the main magazine like the tomato tart below, which I wrote about a couple of years ago:
I’ve always liked Jamie Oliver’s approach to food and cooking in general. I have his first two cookbooks and, aside from the jumpy camera angles in the first series, also enjoyed his cooking shows. Given those inputs and, as for the same price as the others, this was the fattest of the magazines I picked up during my shopping spree, I was really looking forward to diving into it. There are plenty of recipes from which to choose so that makes it useful, but I found it to be very confusing to read. It seemed to bounce around culturally, so much so that it doesn’t appear to have been edited at all for coherence. Italian, French-Spanish, English, Lebanese, back to Italian, more Middle Eastern (by way of Australia), more Italian, Syrian, and then Catalan – I wasn’t sure where the thread was, and I was pretty sure that it wasn’t just the cold medicine that was making me dizzy. The massive typo in the title of one of the articles didn’t help to win me over to this magazine either. I don’t think I’ll be picking up another copy of it.
As the weekend draws to a close, I also realized I have this month’s Bon Appetit and Food and Wine to make it through. It also looks like we might get a few glimmers of sunshine to give us a break from all the gloomy weather. I wish I could say I feel completely better as well, but I’m still coughing away. I wonder if I should see if there’s a good chicken soup recipe among all these printed pages.