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move over olives, olive oil and feta...

fresh mozarella, fresh basil leaves, and cherry tomatoes halved. drizzle some olive oil and hellz yeah!!!

this is the elaborate version:
http://www.elise.com/recipes/archives/000578heirloom_tomato_basil_mozzarella_salad.php

thanks to the greenlight cafe in the south end for that one. i don't want to really promote though...their vegetarian options as far as variety and availability warrant some serious thought and action.

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i had a thought earlier today. i have probably said the word "saucepan" less than 20 times in my life. adding to this list i believe would be "sconce" and "potpourriffic"

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valentine's day is awful on so many levels for so many differnt reasons. this year i'm going for the awful russell stover's commercials with these beaten sappy sucker husbands talking about how their wives would be nasty bitch-holes if they showed up at home on VD without any chocolate. i'm picking that aspect of the most useless holiday to be most offensive on all five senses;
sight: the fear and hoplessness in the husband's eyes
sound: the sound of desperate pleading in their voice
taste, touch and smell: the bile in my throat that surely ensues

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total bitch.

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and to think my room mate wanted to throw this away...

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there's been a long time that i haven't cooked anything for myself, for reasons far too boring and personal to get into, but last night i slapped myself in the face for being so stupid for so long. i made seitan piccata found here on chow.com. it came about as i was searching for mobile vegetarian recipe sites on the redline on my new work PDA (please follow that link for the awkward picture on the subject of freedom) and I came across this one. stopping at harvest market in central, i grabbed every ingredient i didn't have already. after about 30 minutes of cooking i had by far the best meal i have ever made for myself. ever. now to find less expensive seitan...

accompanied by the last glass of homebrewed amber ale (and some hastily prepared horrible vegetables) I'd say i ate like a king!

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ash wednesday always sneaks up, much like the college NBA playoffs (i said this earlier to a co-regular at the bar, 'i know march madness will be happening soon because march is next month...' thus solidifying my knowledge of sports) but ash wednesday is one of those days that i never know when it happens. if you said to me in june 'next wednesday is ash! wednesday...' i would believe you with no question. usually it has been known to me as 'oh no...not you too!?' day at work. but today i didn't notice the first black forehead smudge until shopping after work. then on the T ride home, two girls were stroking each other's hair, hands on thighs and stuff; one of them turned to look at me, and like children of the damned...a smudged forehead. oh no!! not you too!?!?!?

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