This is a regular food delivery that I can manage without worrying about it going to waste. And they carry my favorite jerky – SlantShack.
Samplr has several options for getting yummy treats. You can buy individual items from their market, including their totally cute tote bag. Or you can subscribe to their monthly Samplr that includes full sized products from local food artisans.
And not to get you too excited, but they are planning on organizing factory tours and classes so you can get up close and personal with your favorite products and their makers.
Check them out here http://www.samplrs.com/
A number of years ago I fell in love, and then he disappeared. And I met someone else and started to fall in love again, although this time with some internal walls in place. I case you were wondering neither relationship worked out, but the one where I was almost in love left a bigger scar than the one where I was fully in love.
Fast forward six years I am still friends with “almost in love” man, where we have drinks and dinner once a year and congratulate each other on our work accomplishments and joke about “remember when”. I feel glad to be friends with him, in part because as a friend when he says “it’s them not you” he is being honest and not just fluffing my feathers. We can be honest with each other.
After or during the time we were fizzling he started seeing someone else and they got pregnant and got married. I wasn’t upset and actually considered myself a friend who kept him in line with being married whenever we met up since he knew I wouldn’t succumb to his advances and also wouldn’t let him hit on other girls. I had only met his wife once, but felt an obligation/guilt to keep him in line.
So out for our annual catch up and we grab dinner. He’s in the suburbs now, but got a room a his club in the city to avoid the late commute. I should have known better, but I have a small problem of trusting my friends. No, I did not sleep with him. Hell no I did not sleep with him. It wasn’t surprising that he tried. What was surprising was his comment that “it doesn’t mean anything”.
I’m not holding a torch, and to be honest figured I had dodged a bullet when I talked to him about his married life. And we’ve all had meangingless sex at one point. But regardless the best way to make a woman feel completely worthless is to say that out right. And to make matters worse I actually apologized and said I hoped we could still be friends. I take that back, I can’t be friends with someone who doesn’t place any worth on me.
So why is this a bigger scar than the man I was fully in love with? Easy, you expect the people you are in love with to break your heart and make you miserable. Friends build each other up and mean something to each other.
In addition to usually only cooking for myself, I sometimes work late or travel during the week and also want to leave myself open for a last minute get together with friends and sometimes even a date. I never shop for the week, only for the night. As a result I am almost always in the express lane at the market with 10 items or less, and I don’t understand the point of grocery carts.
Knowing this I have never signed up for a CSA or a share in a pig (although I do love me some bacon). I can’t go through all that food before it goes bad. And then I got a Tasting Table e mail with an offer to buy one box from Norwich Meadows Farm with recipes from Michael Anthony (chef from Gramercy Tavern). So I thought to myself “it’s just one box”, find a week when I’m not traveling and don’t have plans and it shouldn’t be an issue.
The box arrived on a Tuesday night filled to the brim with fresh vegetables that looked great and tasted even better (I noshed on a few cherry tomatoes as a bedtime snack). I left the next morning for three days.
The night I came back I dove in and made a plan to use every single veggie in my fridge. And then I had a birthday dinner, and then got invited to brunch, and then I worked late, and then I had a few last minute dinners, and the Irene dropped in. It sounds bad, but I did use all the tomatoes and half the rest of the veggies. It made me so sad to not use all of the beautiful vegetables – it’s amazing what a difference there is in taste when you get something fresh picked. But I should have known better, unless they specified that the box was shoe box size.
It’s been three days of work travel eating. Oh such glamorous food – string cheese at the airport, peanuts and Bloody Mary mix on the plane*, Big Boy for dinner (okay the milk shakes there rock), convention center carb load and then Chick Fil A back at the airport. My body is craving food that isn’t prepackaged and requires me to do the dishes. Well, a dish and a knife.
Although I am zonked from two days of work travel it was too depressing to order in. I had an urge to cook, or at least make a sandwich. Which is what I did. Inspired by the July/August issue of Food Network Magazine’s tomato a day food calendar. Ciabatta, Irish cheddar, plum tomato, dijonaise and a little salt. It felt so good to make something myself. I highly recommend putting something simple together as a way to relax after traveling.
*We experienced a near-miss in the air (banked left 90 degrees and then climbed really damn fast, my boss saw the other plane and its jet stream) so in hindsight I probably should have ordered a real Bloody Mary.