me, i'm mie. actually it's mette-marie but most people call me mie, and that's fine. i'm a coffee buyer, blogger and a norwegian. i broke up with my previous blog and most of my life in norway, and started this one when i lived in san francisco - thus, the name. but, like my friend says: "there will be other san franciscos". this is the story about those places.
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leave the gown, take the cannoli
In between giving bad sexting advice (a service I already started charging for months ago), color arranging my clothes and flaking on doing laundry, it turns out: I haven’t forgotten how to cook. Dinner a une is less fun than dinner a deux, but whatevs. I made the most delicious dinner from produce I bought in my still-to-me-new neighborhood here in Vancouver. As you can see from the picture, I am also hoarding cheap enamel from crappy markets around the equatorial line: too beautiful not to show off.
It’s a bean salad (just cooked green beans) with quick-pickled onion. Ideally I would use shallots, but didn’t have any. Just leave the finely chopped onion/shallots in a blend of apple cider and sherry vinegar for half an hour, sprinkle the cooked beans with olive oil, salt and pepper and chives, toss over the onion/shallots and some parsley. Voila!
The artichoke takes a little longer, but is maybe more interesting flavor wise. Remove the outer leaves to get closer to the heart, half it and put it in a bowl of cold water and squeeze citrus into the water. Lemon and lime works well for this purpose. When you’re ready to cook them, heat olive oil in a pan, drain artichokes and add them to the pan with salt and pepper. I add some white wine, although probably not necessary, some fresh herbs (thyme today) and cook them until tender. I also used chili flakes and threw them in at the last minute. Found the spice inspiring and interesting as I served all of this with braised pork shoulder. And let’s be honest, I have claimed to hate spicy food, but eat hot sauce on my frijoles seven days a week, most weeks around this time of year.
Then, I baked the bread (60% white flour, 40% whole wheat), which I later ate with raspberry jam and butter while drinking a negroni and giving more bad advice, this time about work.
My landlords have gone, hopefully only temporarily, insane and finally turned on the heaters so it’s 40C inside. I opened all the windows and am sitting on the bed, listening to the rain and the traffic outside, wearing an ugly t-shirt, writing. I guess it’s official: I love to be home. Wherever that is.