The Odd Couple: Texas Chili and Bubbles


I made Texas-style chili (no tomatoes, no beans) for Christian and paired it with Cava De Pró. Who could have known that the balance could be so magical? The crisp, bubbly cava tempered the bold, spicy chili fabulously. Savor the flavor, y’all. (recipe credit: Homesick Texan blog)


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Pizza Night: Bitchin’

Pizza is my new taco. While living in Austin, TX, I ate tacos at least once a week, sometimes two or three times. Tacos are divine, but only when you’re living close to the Rio Grande. Up in Richmond, tacos are more like anglicized pitas. Ew.

Thankfully, there’s pizza to temper the sting of taco withdrawal. I can enjoy authentic, warm and cheesy pizza pie from pretty much any shop in the city. When my hubby and I order out, we prefer Mary Angela’s on Cary Street or Frank’s Ristorante (their white pizza with ricotta, mozzarella, garlic, and clams is ahhhh-mazing). For dinner-and-a-movie nights, we usually grab a pre-made pizza dough from our local grocer and commence the topping-mania. Here’s our latest creation…

Pizza Pie with Ricotta, Artichokes, Sun-dried Tomatoes & Spinach

1 store-bought pizza dough (fresh or frozen)
1 c. whole milk ricotta cheese
1/2 c. artichoke hearts, drained and chopped
1/4 c. sun-dried tomatoes packed in oil, julienned
1 c. fresh baby spinach
8 anchovy fillets packed in oil
1 shallot, chopped
1/4 c. extra virgin olive oil
2 cloves of garlic, thinly sliced
Freshly ground black pepper
1 /2 tsp. dried oregano
1/4 tsp. red pepper flakes
1/2 c. freshly grated Parmesan cheese

Preheat ceramic pizza stone in 450 degree oven (if you don’t have a pizza stone, you can use a cookie sheet while you shop online for a pizza stone). Heat olive oil and garlic in a small sauce pan over medium heat for about 5-7 minutes (do not let garlic burn). Remove from heat. On a floured surface, roll out pizza dough until it’s about 10-12 inches wide. Place dough on parchment paper. Brush dough generously with garlic olive oil. Dollop with ricotta cheese. Top with artichokes, spinach, tomatoes, anchovies, and shallots. Season with black pepper, oregano, and red pepper flakes. Top with 1/4 c. of the Parmesan cheese. Drizzle with a few more tablespoons of olive oil. Lift dough with the parchment paper and place paper on the pizza stone. Bake for 9-11 minutes. Serve with the rest of the fresh Parmesan cheese. Amen!

Too bad our dog (ehem, Orson!) ate the last two slices ;-(

WANTED: Pizza thief!


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2011 in Review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,400 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.

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Reasons to Gather: Friends, Risotto, and Pinot Noir

Our friends Kimberly and Scott invited us over for a taste of Scott’s famous risotto and some very special boutique wine (who could say “no” to that?). Alexander greeted us and gave us a whirlwind tour of their family’s holiday traditions: the tree decorating, the stockings (hung on the windowsill, not on the hearth), the nativity scene hand-made from corn husks by his grandmother, the nutcracker painting made by his brother Patrick, and the Elf on the Shelf game.

Meanwhile, Kimberly and Scott were preparing a knock-out blue cheese, grape, and walnut pizza (Kimberly is not a fan of blue cheese, so when I heard her rave about this pizza, I knew it had to be a winner). Scott corked some Road 31 Pinot Noir (formerly Green Truck Cellars), and we sank our teeth into the first bite of a very heavenly meal.

When we arrived, Scott had been preparing the risotto on the stove, but the boys – Alexander and Patrick – were in for a special treat: spaghetti and meatball marinara all the way from an Italian market in Cincinnati, OH. It had me wishing I had a seat at the kids’ table.

Scott didn’t let us adults down. We have been hearing rumors of his risotto for the past two months, and finally, the winter break from classes afforded us the opportunity to dine chez leur. The risotto (which included a full two cups of Albariño and a generous amount of freshly-grated Parmesan cheese) was topped with a warm sautée of sausage, onions, mushrooms, and tomatoes. Divinity!

Kimberly wasn’t about to let her husband steal the spotlight. She prepared a rich, yet fluffy, Mexican chocolate cake with walnuts. Served with a glass (or two) of Tawny Port, it was the perfect way to top off a holiday evening with friends.

We left Kimberly and Scott’s home with full bellies and a long list of restaurants and B&B’s to try in Charleston, NC. Thank you for a wonderful evening. The next one’s on us!

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Top Reasons to Go Abroad

You step outside your comfort zone. – While I was abroad in Argentina, I was terribly lonely. I would call home often, in tears, bemoaning my lack of friends, poor classes, and my host mother’s terrible cooking. But when my mom offered to fly me home early, I resisted. Some inexplicable force inside of me insisted that I stay and see the journey through to the end. There were many nights spent alone watching movies and drinking Malbec, but given the chance, I’d do it all over again. It was worth it just for the growing pains (and all the other reasons I’m about to list).

La Guía T - Don't leave home without it.

You learn how to navigate (without a GPS). – Unless you’re from New York, Boston, DC, or Chicago, it’s unlikely that you’ve had to decipher a maze of mass transit maps to get from point A to point B each day. Living in Buenos Aires helped me become an expert navigator. Over the course of six months, I gradually figured out which type of transit was the quickest, cheapest, and safest at any given time of day. Navigating without a car necessitated a Guía T (the Buenos Aires bus bible), a pocket full of change (buses didn’t accept bills or cards), a good pair of walking shoes, and the ability to “deal” in extremely claustrophobic situations. I also had to adapt quickly to unexpected change. Case example: On a midnight ride home from a friends’ flat, my bus driver pulled over and got out to make a call at a pay phone. When he returned, I asked him, “Sir, are we going to get moving?” He promptly replied, “No! I’m done driving for the night.” Aghast, I de-boarded and ran as fast as I could to the nearest well-lit street corner to hail a cab (you’re not supposed to hail cabs in BsAs, but I wasn’t about to walk home at that hour). Then my cab driver proceeded to yell at me, “What the heck are you doing out alone at this hour of the night? In this neighborhood? And hailing a cab???” I told him my story, he cursed under his breath, and then asked me where he was taking me. Thank goodness for nice cabbies driving in dark neighborhoods.

In Argentina, I cost more than a bottle of Malbec.

You  learn to appreciate your home country. – Things I desperately missed about America while I was abroad were as follows: pepper shakers on restaurant tables, beds long enough to contain my giant legs, affordable toiletries, refrigerated milk, wireless home internet, peanut butter, spicy food (thank you Mexico!), and stores that sold tall pants. For those of you who have traveled abroad, what did you miss? (Leave me a comment!)
You learn to speak a new language (i.e., you become a more capable global citizen). Whether you’re a life-long linguist or you don’t speak a word outside of English, going abroad, you’re bound to learn hundreds of new words and expressions that will not only serve you while traveling, but that will also lead to a better understanding of your native tongue. Not to mention, the slang that you pick-up abroad is down-right entertaining. Some of my favorite Spanish expressions that I’ve heard so far are:  Qué pijo! – Hostia! – En una boca cerrada no entran moscas. – Hablando del Rey de Roma… – Que te folle un pez! – La madre que me parió!

Hiking in Cataluña with my future husband

You meet interesting people who will change your life for the better. – As many of you already know, I met my husband while working abroad in Spain. That pretty much seals the deal for me on why going abroad is worthwhile, but if you need more evidence, three of my best friends to this day are students that I met while they were doing an exchange program in America. Two of them traveled all the way from Germany for my wedding (shout out to Jan and Flo). The third is traveling all the way from Argentina (by way of Ireland) to visit me in DC next month (shout out to Caro). If that’s not dedicated friendship, then I don’t know what is!

Making coca leaf tea in the Oruro market

You learn to respect others and their chosen way of life. – While I was in Bolivia with an Argentine mission group, I spent a lot of time working to rebuild a school just outside of Oruro. At night, the temperature would drop below freezing, and there wouldn’t be any heat. We’d wake up in the morning stiff from the cold. To warm us up, the people would brew an herbal tea made from coca leaves grown locally. After we finished our work on the schoolhouse, the townspeople performed a religious ceremony to bless the building and offer thanks to the pachamama (Mother Earth) for the gifts she had bestowed upon them. Among the offerings that they burned were coca leaves. Being a part of this community for a short period of time and observing this sacred ceremony helped me to understand how central the coca leaf is in Andean culture. The Western media often perpetuate a stigma about coca leaves (which are submitted to a rigorous transformation process in order to create the narcotic cocaine). Farmers are portrayed as drug traffickers and the religious and healing properties of the herb  are lost in cultural (mis)translation. Without this experience, I may not have ever known about the positive uses of this herb.

A lame self-portrait at Iguazú Falls

You do a little soul-searching and get to know yourself better. – As an extrovert living abroad, I quickly learned that I didn’t like to travel alone. Who wants to take pictures of monuments with no people in front of them? Who wants a vast collection of mediocre self-portraits taken by random passersby? Not I! I want pictures of friends and family making goofy faces in front of monuments and landscapes. For me, the people create the memories of place.
You amass lots of fun stories to recount at cocktail parties later in life. – The inspiration for this post actually blossomed out of a recent conversation between a colleague and I at a faculty holiday gathering. We discussed the merits of traveling abroad and our future plans to do more of it. I also recently discovered that my boss’ son will be going abroad on the same program that I attended. You never know how your experiences will serve you or others later in life. What has your experience been with travel or study abroad? Why do you think it’s important? Please share your thoughts in the comments section.


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