Happy Thursday! Thanks for all your feedback on yesterday’s What I Ate Wednesday. For those you who wanted to try making the zucchini bread oatmeal, you can find the recipe here and also on my Recipes page.
A few weeks ago, New York magazine ran a great little piece about where to get some crazy oatmeal concoctions in the NYC area. A few I found especially intriguing:
- The Canadian at OatMeals—Bacon, sharp Cheddar, roasted apples, maple syrup, and sea salt.
- Steel-Cut Oatmeal With Coconut Milk and Dried Currants at the Smile.
- Steel-Cut Oats With Spiced Mascarpone, Raisins, and Brown Sugar at Northern Spy Food Co.
Whether sweet or savory is your thing, you ‘re covered. You can also try making your own versions at home.
Another thing you should try at home: make your own cranberry sauce! I did that the other night and am now enjoying some on steel-cut oats with plum, topped with a little peanut butter to hopefully get me through until lunch.
Have a great day!
What’s your favorite way to eat oatmeal?
I came across this little snippet of a 1952 Pageant magazine article about Marilyn Monroe’s diet and exercise habits on Lexi Petronis’ Glamour Vitamin G blog. It’s kind of ridiculous. You can read the whole article at FitPerez.
According to the 1952 issue–Marilyn would have been 26 at print time–this is what she ate:
Breakfast: She would warm a cup of milk on the hot plate in her room, then crack two raw eggs into it and whip the whole thing up with a fork
Dinner: Marilyn would stop at the market near her hotel on the way home to pick up steak, lamb or liver, which she would broil and eat with 4 or 5 raw carrots Evening snack: She would stop at a local ice cream parlor for a hot fudge sundae, saying, “I’m sure that I couldn’t allow myself this indulgence were it not that my normal diet is composed almost totally of protein foods.”
In the article, Monroe mentions that others have called her dietary habits “bizarre,” which, if you ask me, makes total sense. Oh, goodness…can you imagine following a diet like that? At least she popped a multi-vitamin in the morning…
What do you think of Marilyn Monroe’s diet?
Ok, I’ll ‘fess up—I totally went through a phase in college where I practically lived off of frozen yogurt. The dining hall sucked, I couldn’t cook to save my life, but I was really good at ordering frozen yogurt with cookie dough bites and sprinkles.
no f***ing contest
Just thinking about that makes my teeth hurt—I think it was going to Italy and trying gelato that turned me off to the stuff. I mean, honestly, what is the point of eating a giant swirl of fake stuff when the real deal is out there and oh-so-good? Someone please stop me from extending this into a metaphor…Not that I claim to be above the occasional nostalgic craving for soft-serve fro-yo with sprinkles but that happens, like, once a year.
But I digress. The whole point of this post was to share with you Glamour magazine’s Do’s & Don’ts of Frozen Yogurt. While I can’t help rolling my eyes at phrases like “skinny treat,” it’s cute and informative.
Do you like frozen yogurt? Gelato? What’s your favorite flavor/topping combination?
I’ve probably already said it this month, but in case I haven’t…
Holy Sh!t! How did the holidays get here? Seriously.
In addition to festive coffee drinks, peppermint bark-everything, pretty lights and that pine-tree scent hanging over everything (yes, even in NYC), the media has been crawling with the usual “how to avoid holiday weight gain” tips.
Though I’ve posted about this topic in the past, this year I want to take a step back and say that in a season in which we make tons of time for other people, we need to remember to be nice to ourselves. For many of us, this means nixing the holiday guilt-tripping that involves food.
Check out Katie’s blog for a great post about why we need to have a guilt-free holiday season. Cheers to that! Elise also posted a “by the numbers” guide to “staying on track” during the holidays that cracked me up. Hey, it probably doesn’t hurt to know how many minutes of family flag football you’d need to play to burn off a slice of pie or whatever—just don’t let it run your life.
And um, who actually plays family flag football?
How do you feel about holiday food guilt-trips?
A piece in this week’s New York Times Dining Section examines and picks apart the reporting on and reaction to actresses’ dietary indulgences . Hollywood Publicist Jeremy Walker has even coined an acronym, DIPE, which stands for “documented instance of public eating.” Continue reading
I’m a little bit obsessed with pumpkin. I eat it all year round—pumpkin oatmeal and pumpkin risotto are a few favorites. I also have some pumpkin ravioli in my freezer right now (thanks, mom!). I saw this video posted on Self Magazine’s Healthy Bites blog and wanted to share it with you. I haven’t tried it yet, but it’s definitely on the to-do list!
Okay, so I know that women’s magazines aren’t exactly the best sources of dietary advice, but sometimes it’s interesting to see where the rest of the world outside of a nutrition grad program is at.
On Glamour Magazine
‘s Health and Fitness
section this month, there is a piece called “What To Eat When Healthy Eating Isn’t An Option,” which describes various scenarios in which you might find yourself in a “nutritional wasteland,” and what types of lesser-of-two-evils choices you can make to get the most nutritional bang for your buck.
By now you’ve probably heard that Conde Nast is shutting down their magazines Gourmet and Cookie, along with three Bridal Magazines.
has been around since 1941, enthralling readers with its articles about cooking and travel. As the New York Times puts it
, “Gourmet poured money into sumptuous photography, test kitchens and exotic travel pieces, resulting in a beautifully produced magazine that lived, and sold, the high life.”
In the current economic climate, I guess selling the high life isn’t as profitable a business as it used to be. Fewer people can afford to be interested. Bon Appetit, however, which I’ve heard called the “younger, hipper sister” to Gourmet, has been doing better in both readership and ad sales, largely in part to the fact that it focuses more recipes than it does on the lifestyles of the rich and well-traveled.
I always think it’s sad when a magazine folds. Having worked in publishing and seeing how people throw themselves into the creation of a product, I can imagine how sharp the sting must be, especially if you’ve been working on one of the most esteemed publications in its class.
On the flip side of that, I once had an interview at Cookie just as I was about to graduate from college, and boy, am I glad that didn’t work out. Who knows, though? Perhaps even if it had worked out, I might have been laid off by now. I think what’s happening in the publishing industry is really sad. The internet is great, but it’s hardly a substitute for being able to bring a magazine on the bus to pass the time and relax.
I should really stop browsing women’s magazine websites when my brain needs downtime. Either that or Glamour needs to put an end to the Engagement Chicken hoopla. One blogger has been documenting her Engagement Chicken quest, and I don’t know whether to be amused or disgusted.
I do kind of wonder whether I’m jealous, in a sense. I feel like every magazine I pick up “for entertainment” tells me to give my man his space when his team loses the big game and to routinely (but not so routinely as to take away the air of spontaneity) treat him to wings and beer. And then, when I’m ready to put the ol’ settle down spell on him, I’m supposed to cook him a big freaking chicken stuffed with lemons and herbs and things.
What about all the girls girls out there dating vegetarians who don’t drink and aren’t sports fans, huh?
And besides, what a way to stereotype men, suggesting that they can be won over by meat and fermented beverages. And does a woman really have to resort to cooking a big chicken with citrus shoved up its ass to coax her boyfriend into making her an honest woman? What does it say about the whole tradition of the man proposing marriage? I neither agree nor disagree—I just think it sends a message I’m not comfortable with.
I know it’s just a roast chicken, but the whole thing kind of irks me.
Then again, my mom says my dad fell in love with her mashed potatoes and then her. So maybe I should be careful what I say. If it weren’t for home-cooked comfort food, I might not be here…