I wrote this simple recipe for Simple Sautéed Cabbage With Balsamic Vinegar nine years ago!
There’s not much to the post, the recipe details are sparse, and the photo is just ok. Yet, it remains one of the most popular posts to this day.
Especially during the pandemic, people are gravitating towards this cabbage post.
Here’s my even more streamlined version of this recipe. Of course you can still add miso and the hot peppers, if you have them. A simple sauté brings out the natural sweetness in the cabbage.
Last night I opened some bourbon and got really mad about people not believing in science.
Then I made some angry tuna salad.
Tuna salad’s the best recipe to make when you’re stressed because there is really no wrong way to make it. This is just my latest incarnation. Who knows what the other tuna salad feelings taste like?
Add plenty of chopped vegetables to stretch out the tuna and whatever else you might have.
You’d think I’d get sick of this recipe at some point, but I haven’t.
My body craves summer. Not a hot and sticky Florida summer or a dry Texas summer, just our summer. A Minnesota summer.
Most nights for dinner, when I actually cook, I prepare something like this.
Summer tomatoes, bell pepper, and herbs, all marinated in good balsamic and olive oil and served on toasted bread. If I have fresh mozzarella, I’ll use some of that; if I have goat cheese or ricotta I might use that instead.
This has nothing to do with breakfast sandwiches, but I just really want to say that I am kind of into HBO’s Crashing.
The main character Pete (real life comedian Pete Holmes) is an aspiring stand-up comic pursuing his dream and crashing on famous comedian’s couches, post separation. He’s not quite sure how to function on his own and support himself financially. Both Pete and his ex-spouse come from a conservative Christian background, and, for the first time, they’re both trying to figure out who they are and what they believe. It’s funny and so heartfelt. The push and pull between both spectrums are treated with surprising compassion.
I can relate to pieces of Pete’s background and floundering around one’s 30’s.
Growing-up in Minnesota, I took rhubarb for granted.
My folks weren’t really into it. Rhubarb was this mysterious, sour pink stalky plant we dared each other to eat as kids. Jake remembers dipping it into sugar. As a young adult, I remember catering an event where the people ate all of the other summer pies except the rhubarb. The rhubarb slices came back to the kitchen where we happily enjoyed them.
I realized they were fools.