Watermelon Frenzy

Who has time to read when there are fresh mini-watermelons available at the produce stand down the street? Actually, I usually don't even like watermelons, but I fell in love with these baby tiny cuties, and at 2 for 5 bucks I couldn't resist. Then, I tasted them... and wow. They are just luscious and red and juicy and flavorful. I can't get enough! In addition to just snacking on pieces, I am trying to forge into the unknown land of watermelon recipes as well.

First up was the vodka soaked watermelon. Think snack sized fruit martinis! I found a few different methods of infusing the vodka online, but I didn't have much time so I just cut the melon in half, cut the fruit into several pieces and scooped them out into a separate bowl. I dumped out any "water" left in the rind, and then put the pieces all back in and poured about 1/3 cup of vodka over each half. Then I popped it in the fridge and let it sit about 3-4 hours. The result was surprising... I wasn't sure if I should expect watermelon flavored vodka or vodka flavored watermelon. I got the latter. It tasted much stronger than I think it really was. Each juicy piece seemed like a shot of straight vodka (that you had to chew) but I don't think there was really that much alcohol in there. Who knows.

The second dish I tried was quite risky. I am talking above and beyond the risk of cooking with watermelon at all. I found several recipes online that varied just slightly, so instead of picking one to follow, I just very loosely followed all of them. If you know me at all, you know that I will read cook books all day long and yet never ever follow a recipe while cooking. I more just read about dishes and then make the proportions up as I go along or include/exclude ingredients as I please. But I digress-- the dish was a watermelon, feta, and mint salad.

Did you throw up in your mouth a little? That was my instant reaction, but people literally raved about this online, and I had feta and mint (from my besty's garden no less) on hand and thought, "what the hell". The salad did not disappoint. It was one of the tastiest, freshest, most uniquely delicious things I have had in a long time. And I don't even know how to describe what it tastes like other than watermelon, feta, and mint all having a party in your mouth. The flavors don't exactly blend, but they each offer something incredible. I don't know who thought these three things would go together, but man oh man they do. This dish is a total keeper.

My "recipe" is as follows:
I took 1 mini seedless watermelon (about 1/3-1/2 a regular watermelon) and chopped it up into bite sized pieces. Then I sprinkled feta cheese all over the top, followed by ribbon sliced mint leaves. Then I tossed all three ingredients together and added just a bit more feta and mint on top for garnish. Then, I made the dressing. Online, recipes varied from using no dressing, to using just lime juice, to using olive oil and just about every type of vinegar. I opted for white wine vinegar, olive oil, and black pepper (about 2 TBSPN, 1 TBSPN, and two shakes) and then just drizzled it all over the salad. I did not re-toss the salad because the watermelon just soaks the dressing up and then passes it down to the next layer.

Consider me watermelon crazed!

Second Meeting- Willful Creatures

Last Thursday was the second meeting of Eat, Drink, and Be Literary. This time, my friend Beth was the host. I was really excited for Beth's discussion because she was a literature major in college, and subsequently she knows how to book-club like it's her job! Beth picked Willful Creatures by Aimee Bender to discuss. The book is a collection of short stories that all were emotional and raw, but half were realistic, and half were like fairy tales for adults. The magical realism throughout the book was very powerful and emphasized the raw human experience throughout. I loved the book as a whole, though some stories hit me more than others.

The book club meeting proved that others had similar thoughts as I did. Beth did a fabulous job of asking questions that made us all think, and get us all discussing. I just love the group of people that came. Though most of us are psychologists, and therefore I have witnessed their brilliance at work, I usually don't get to hear how people interpret literature other than peer-reviewed articles so it is a treat.

Beth asked a few questions about the collection as a whole, but also focused in on several of the stories. A few of the stories we spent time discussing were stories that had a great impact on all of us emotionally, but that very few of us actually liked. One particular story was called "End of the Line" which was about a little man that got adopted as a pet by a big man (this would be one of the magical realism/ fantasy stories, obviously). The story got more dark and twisted as the little man was tortured in creative and horrible ways. A line that stuck out in the text was a thought that the big man had, "His little body was so small it was hard to imagine it hurt that much. How much pain could really be felt in a space that tiny?" Some of us viewed this line as a pro-vegetarian stance, others as a pro-life stance-- I took it as a metaphor for how we dehumanize people that are different from us. The story was disturbing, and evoked a response of discomfort and distress among all of us, yet I still think it was one of the best.

One of my favorite stories stories of the book had no mystical or magical elements like a family of pumpkin heads or a boy with keys for fingers (both present in other stories!) but rather just a simple, non-offensive use of profanity. The story, "The Motherf*cker" used the profanity in its most literal way, describing a man who.... well, f*cks mothers. The particular mother in the snippet of his life described by Bender was a famous actress. The use of typically obscene language in a technical and literal way threw me off at first, but then made me realize what meaning and beauty there was in the story.

The discussion of the fifteen stories was accompanied by some delicious treats (in true Eat, Drink, and Be Literary fashion). My favorites were a delicious Japanese Curry made by Beth, some homemade guacamole courtesy of Jamie. This meeting, I opted to bring a beverage. I made a non-alcoholic Pineapple Basiltini. I loosely followed a recipe from www.thatsthespirit.com and it was a hit! I combined pineapple, fresh basil leaves from my garden (bruised and muddled with just a tiny bit of granulated sugar) and club soda to top it off. It was completely refreshing and not a drop was left at the end of the meeting.... so I drove home and made a second batch, and this time included vodka. Yum.


For all Eat, Drink, and Be Literary members present, I think this book and the discussion of it (and the treats accompanying it) was a home run. I am fairly certain we could have spent an entire meeting focused on each of the stories but it is time to move on to the next book. Until then, happy reading!

Quitting is for schmucks.

Well, I'm a schmuck. Just this once I suppose. Typically, I have this very weird habit of never admitting that I could not finish a book or that I just quit reading it and moved on with my life. Instead, I maintain-- for weeks, months, even years-- that I am just "still reading" a book. I have several of these never-enders on my night stand at any given time, and every once in awhile I will actually convince myself that after a 3 year hiatus that I will magically be able to stay awake reading Atonement or Love in the Time of Cholera (neither case has ever been true, but both books have proven to be capable cuddling partners). But, something inside me snapped this week, and I decided to take one off the shelf and just say no... er... just say "I QUIT!"

Hello, my name is Katy, and I have stopped reading The Best American Non-Required Reading 2008 edited by Dave Eggers, Intruduction by Judy Blume.

Now don't get me wrong-- the book wasn't entirely bad. I usually love collections of essays, short stories, chapters, comics, poems, etc. I find that collections like these are sometimes the only thing that can capture my grad-student sized attention span (meaning very small because I'm supposed to be focusing on the three dozen unread journal articles sitting only a few feet away on my desk) and therefore as a "genre", I love collections. And I also adore Dave Eggers. I have read all of his books at least twice and my borderline inappropriate love of his work (and what I imagine he is like in real life) is what drew me to get this book in the first place. And Judy Blume? Hello, what adolescent girl (past, present, or future) has not been able to find her voice after reading just a blurb of Judy Blume's brilliance?

So why am I actually committing to QUITTING this book if all I can say are good things? Well... for one thing, it's freaking 2010. In fact, it's the second half of 2010. Why should I be focusing on the best literature of 2008 if there's just more (and better?) stuff piling up on my nightstand for me to look at? But still, I have clearly known that 2008 is long gone for about 18 months now, and still didn't quite give up. I put the book back on my nightstand and it continued staring me down. "Finish me! Don't give up!" it whispered every night as I would reach past it for something -- dare I say it-- better. So what happened? I answered the call of the book one night. I chose it above all others. I started a new short story and... well.. I just got bored. There. I said it. It just couldn't quite grab my attention and I kept re-reading the same two or three paragraphs night after night, trying to move forward.... somehow, this turned into literally flipping through the rest of the book and skimming random pages of random essays. When I realized that nothing more between the two pretty covers caused me to make a second glance, and that when I tossed the book off of my "to read" pile that I felt NO REMORSE I just knew. It is time to move on.

Whew! I feel liberated.