Unusual

Some unusual foods passed through my weekend. 

For instance, I don’t usually serve macaroni and cheese from a box…

But Joey was feeling sick and I was in the mood to humor him.  At least I was supporting my local grocery store by buying their brand, right?

Plus cheese is totally a cold remedy, right.  Wrong.  But as usual, Joey chose not to believe me when I told him dairy is bad for you when you have a cold.  He also chooses not to believe that the predictor for whether you’re going to bald in the future is whether your mom’s dad is bald. 

I can appreciate boxed mac and cheese for its vibrancy at least.

And it’s ability to appease a sick boyfriend.

And that it gave me an excuse to hang out in the kitchen, away from the “sick room,” and make real food.

Remember when I had this dish at Pita Jungle?

I’ve been dreaming of overdosing on hummus and tabbouleh ever since.  What, like you don’t dream of doing that too?

Turns out tabbouleh is really easy to make, except that part where I have to wrap my head around the fact that I’ll be eating parsley because I dislike that stuff.  And can you believe I’d never made my own hummus?  Okay, well I kinda have, but I don’t count it since, A) it was made with chickpea flour and B) I wasn’t a huge fan, although I totally finished it all by myself anyways.

I used this recipe from Angela and the only change I made was to use wheatberries instead of buckwheat and not just because I get those two mixed up anyways, but because I already had cooked wheatberries on hand and it seemed only natural.  Oh and I nixed the English cuc because I just plain didn’t have one.  That’s a reasonable excuse, right?

I’m loving on those bright colors.  Perfect for Spring  

And what’s tabbouleh without a little lot of hummus??  That answer is absolutely nothing.

Using this recipe.  Because I’m all for simplicity.  And anything Angela makes.

My life is only complete when hummus makes a daily appearance.  And by daily, I obviously mean at least 2 times a day. 

Joey thought it was odd that I would let him taste the hummus by bringing him a spoonful.

Joey: “Where’s the chips to taste this with??”

Me: “What do you mean?  I gave you a spoon.  Isn’t that the best hummus tasting vehicle?”

Okay, I don’t think I really said that but the look I gave him probably translated to something like that.

Picky, picky.

Is a spoonful of hummus an appropriate bedtime snack?

I haven’t tried the tabbouleh yet, but I plan on doing something fun with these two goodies.  It involves naan and a spoon.  Okay, no spoon.  Unless you really want to.

Didn’t I promise you some unusual foods?  Ahh, yes, hot dogs.

That’s right, despite the fact that I was hating on hot dogs only a few weeks ago, I definitely enjoyed a dog today.

Let me explain.

Rockies Game.  Had to get there early to get my free bobblehead.  Time to waste.  Lunch to eat.  Walking distance necessary.  Yelp via iPhone.  Biker Jim’s Gourmet Hot Dogs – 318 Reviews, 5 Stars.

And get this, vegan dogs.  Count me in!

Everyone we were with complained.  Joey and I loved it.

I got a vegan dog, topped with grilled onions and a pile of ketchup on the side.  <— This should go without saying.

The dog was different than I expected it to be but I deemed it “basically a real hot dog,” mostly because I had no idea what it was made of. 

Side salad with a vegan peanut dressing on the side.  I may have liked the salad more than dog.  Would you expect anything different from me, though?

I also had a bite of Joey’s “Alaskan Reindeer” dog.  I have no clue what it was but it was good.  And that’s coming from someone who dislikes meat. 

I love foodie finds like this.  Unique, hormone/antibiotic/nitrate-free and everything is either made is house (like fresh fries) or comes from a local supplier.  Plus the ketchup was organic.

It was unusually windy today and it was cold wind so I was resorting to all kinds of mechanisms to keep warm.  Including wearing Joey’s hat.

Long game but it’s worth is when it ends like this.

Anyone else sad that the weekend is already over?  Me too.

Goodnight!