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The (Mostly) Locavorian – A recipe.

In the beginning of September, I signed myself up for a month-long Locavore challenge and pledged to eat only local food for all of September.

Yesterday, I almost succeeded in eating an entire meal made of local things.

Baby steps, people.

Varenka and I went apple picking yesterday, and it was amazing. 

Look at this butternut squash:



Look at these apples:



Look at me artistically frolicking in the sunflowers:


Whilst at the farm, Varenka and I stumbled on some adorable little eggplants, and we decided to eat local for dinner.

Had we not found hummus and artichoke hearts in the fridge, we would have made it, too.

This is what we made:

The (Mostly) Locavorian



Eggplant rounds

Balsamic vinegar



Artichoke hearts


Ciabatta bread

Goat cheese (optional)

1. Either grill the eggplant rounds or brown in a pan with a little olive oil until soft and semi-transluscent with a brown sear. Drizzle with olive oil.

2. Grill or toast the ciabatta.

3. Cut the tomatoes into rounds.

4. Spread hummus onto the ciabatta and put the other stuff on it and eat it. I don’t need to babysit you guys. You can build a damn sandwich.

5. Serve with mulled hot cider spiked with Jameson. Or whatever you’re into.

6. Enjoy.

7. Live life and prosper.


3 apps to check out right now!

Hey internet. I feel like a bag of gross today. I don’t really have anything captivating or poignant to say. I went out with one of my best friends for lunch (Barney Stinson) and we got subs from Wegmans (pro tip – if you ever have the opportunity to get a sub from Wegmans, do it) and I just looked at mine as if I could absorb it into my body simply with the power of my gaze. I ran into Captain Apollo while we were there and he suggested pasta and I thought I was going to keel over and die right there. Mi Madre has been feeling pretty ill as of late as well with some sort of stomach virus, so I think I have whatever she’s got.

So I’m going to tell you about 3 random apps I’ve been digging lately, because this is my blog and I do what I want, and then I’m going to watch Battlestar Galactica with my puppy.

1. If you have a Facebook account (and if you say you don’t you’re either lying or you’re a Cylon agent) check out Bitstrips. It’s this awesome new app that lets you design cartoon characters and make comics featuring your friends and the results are hilariously amazing.

I'm throwing cats at Varenka. Tell me this isn't the best thing you've seen all day.

I’m throwing cats at Varenka. Tell me this isn’t the best thing you’ve seen all day.

2. Timehop is a free download that links to your Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, etcetera and tells you what you were doing on the same day in past years. I am ADDICTED to Timehop. A year ago I posted this picture to Facebook (it’s from my thesis):

hnwcassandra swing


Two years ago I was on a plane headed to Puerto Rico.

Three years ago I was at the doctor’s.

Five years ago I was at a ski race.


3. If you have an iPhone and you don’t have emoji, I just can’t talk to you anymore. Varenka and I have entire conversations in emoticons. It is both impressive and a little sad, like a dog that manages to push all the Thanksgiving leftovers from the kitchen counter to the floor without breaking a dish. Yey, no broken shards of plate in my bare feet. Boo, no Thanksgiving sandwich.

Okay darlings. Imma go cuddle with Pepper now. Peace out.

This guy right here. Who's a good boyyyy??!??

This guy right here. Who’s a good boyyyy??!??

Never order food with your real name.

“Can I get a name for that order?”


The counter dude, resigned, scrawled U-jina on my order slip as my buddy Herman turned his snicker into a cough. And thus, a legend is born.

Since that fateful day in 2007 at a Wings Over in my hometown, I have rarely ordered counter food under my real name, and I’ve never looked back.My friends have essentially resigned themselves to this after the initial confusion and claim it as one of my many, many, many weird quirks. However, there is a perfectly logical explanation for this which I’d like to share for those who also happen to have a ridiculously easy to screw up name. For some of you reading this blog right now, I just changed your life. You’re welcome. 

As you may have guessed, my first name is Cassandra. I happen to go by Cassie. Which also happens to sound like Kathy. And if you spell it wrong and put something weird down, the person on the other end of the food service line might even read it as Casey.

This doesn’t really sound like that big of a deal, until you realize how ridiculously common those names are, and then you’ve got a Kathy who was called as a Casey reaching for your coffee and it’s just a whole mess.

I mean think about it. Nobody ever screws up Eugena. First of all, no one so far has been brave enough to ask if that’s my real name. Secondly, say it out loud and try to think of how many other names there are that sound like Eugena. Go out. I’ll wait.

Exactly. Eugena is the perfect food ordering pseudonym.

Y’all think I’m crazy now, don’t you?

PS- Some of you are wondering why I don’t just order under Cassandra, aren’t you? It’s because if one more counterperson says, hey did you know that Cassandra was a famous Trojan priestess something or other or, hey, have you seen Wayne’s World, or, hey, Cassandra is actually the last human in a crazy episode of a British show called Doctor Who you’ve probably never hear of, I will break down. I will actually break down sobbing on the floor of the establishment. I never understood the annoyance of my friend Cecelia about that one song (you know the one) until I started telling people my real name. No, I have absolutely never heard of that insanely popular reference, you rapscallion Congratulations on picking the least original conversation starter you could have gone with this side of “how’s the weather?”. Give me my sandwich.