Something about an Apple

Something about apples and peanut butter really does it for me these days. You get your fruit, and you get your fats and proteins all at once. Delicious and Nutritious! And somehow it ends up being a whole lunch, once you finish the apple and start eating spoonfuls of peanut butter. How do you know when to stop? Well, when you can't breathe because of the peanut butter smeared all over the back of your throat, it's probably a good time to call it quits.
But boy, is it worth it.

Love - in a tiny blue cup

Dear Capogiro,

Thank you. Thank you for creating Rosemary Honey Goat's Milk Gelato. Thank you for creating Cioccolato Scuro Gelato. Your existence has defined mine. You have made my life, and the lives of many others, worth living. Words are not enough.

I am infatuated.

I'm going to a picnic, and I'm bringing...

Seen:
On the banks of the Schuylkill, 1 p.m., group of girls with a picnic lunch. Yellow blanket on the grass and plastic bags of food. How cute. I might be jealous.

Heaven in a Tin Box

Here is what addiction looks like:
The infamous Almond Kiss is a Passover staple for basically every Jewish family.

Gooey, not-milky chocolate-caramel blob encasing two almonds. Eat it slowly, make it last, savor the chocolate caramel goodness. Bite your almonds, don't eat them all at once. Relish the taste and the experience and realize that, no matter how bad the rest of the food might be on Passover (dry, crumbly, tasteless cakes, undercooked eggy matzoh brei, rock-solid matzah balls, the lingering aftertaste of matzah meal and potato starch in EVERYTHING), salvation is found in the colorful tin box full of deliciously perfect Kosher for Passover candies.

"Now everywhere you go someone is chewing on Bartons Almond Kisses - even in New Jersey."

Fruit: The New Atkins

I have successfully abstained from eating matzah since last weekend. I feel this is some sort of record or achievement which deserves special recognition. I also have not missed eating bread at all, which is unexpected. Perhaps that is because I am slowly but surely overdosing on fruit.

Fruit is my bread replacement and the new sugar, the new vice, in my diet. Sure, it is arguably healthy than eating cookies or cake, but pounds of fruit every day can't possible be that good for me. Everything in moderation, after all.

Although there is one sure benefit: I am free of the gastrointestinal problems inherent in eating matzah.

In anxious anticipation

I anxiously anticipate the return of the Headhouse Square Farmer's market in less than two weeks. Not only does it mark the season for delicious local food, but it makes a weekend full of farmer's market goodness in Philadelphia. Saturday features the Clark Park Farmer's Market from 10-2 and Sunday (beginning May 4) boasts the Headhouse Market from 10-2.

Fresh, locally farmed vegetables, fruits, poultry, meat, and eggs and locally produced wines, breads, and so many other goodies await. But I can't!

Mmm..

Passover! Faves. What could be better than nothing leavened, nothing that rises, and nothing that could possibly inflate or increase in size when cooked? I feel like I am on the Atkins diet.

That said, there are only five forbidden grains: wheat, oats, barley, rye, and spelt. I have decided to invent my own Pesach rules and avoid only these five grains, maybe beans and legumes for a while, and also corn because corn syrup is bad for you and the world.

Ahh, to eat bread again...

Although homemade Kosher for Passover food rarely disappoints.