Like many double-X chromosome carriers, I played with Barbies as a child. In fact, I pretty much ONLY played with Barbies. The 300+ naked Barbies sitting in a box in my parents attic will attest to that. As an only child, I humored myself for hours and years on end by dressing them up in mini skirts and heels to go on dates with their effeminate boyfriend Ken (we're pretty sure he's gay now, right?). I looked to Barbie as a role model (um, doctor, lawyer, astronaut, rock star? Even Wal-Mart's Chinese factory workers don't plug as much overtime!) and style icon. And so, between my Texan upbringing where women believe "the higher the hair, the closer to God" and other extreme beauty regimens and my my idolization over a genetically impossible plastic doll, I grew into the vain, narcissistic beauty you see today. Which bring me to today's topic of life goals.
Last night, I told Kyle one of my life goals was to own an Hermes Brikin bag. If you're not familiar with them, first of all, they're upwards of $15,000 and made of the highest quality leather and craftsmanship and carried by the upper echelons of society (minus the Kardashians); and secondly, why the hell are you here??
The reality is I have many life goals, some perhaps even more admirable than that of owning a materialistic objet d'art: get married (nearly check), own a home, have children, learn how to ride a bike (maybe), see Italy, etc. But I still want a Birkin bag.
You know those people who run marathons or do triathlons or whatever else kind of -thons and how to them, doing those -thons makes them feel a sense of accomplishment and like they just really achieved something? I think they were born with some kind of gene that I simply was not. Like, on absolutely NO planet, in any time/space continuum, do I ever have an interest in -thon-ing. To quote Taylor Swift, "Like, ever." It's a concept that makes as much sense to me as why Notre Dame continues to defend its lying and/or rapist football players. I just.don't.get.it. I'm guessing the same people who have made it their life goal to complete some kind of -thon or Iron Man race thingy don't have "Birkin owner" on their life's goal list, so we're even: we just weren't meant to understand each other.
Oh, and also, I made seafood chowder. It was real good.
Makes 8-10 large servings
- 3 Tbsp. ghee or olive oil
- 1 large onion, diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 3 large carrots, diced
- 1 slice bacon
- 4 cups chicken or seafood stock
- 1 can coconut milk
- 1 Tbsp. fresh parsley, roughly chopped
- 8 oz. wild caught salmon
- 1 lb. white fish (I used Tilapia and Turbot)
- 1 1/2 dozen shrimp
- 2-3 Tbsp Arrowroot powder
- 1 cup frozen peas
- salt & pepper to taste
- cauliflower mash made form 2 heads of cauliflower (recipe)
1. Pre-heat oven to 400 degrees F.
2. In a large pot, saute onion in butter over medium heat until translucent. Add garlic and cook for another minute, until fragrant.
3. Add carrots and bacon and cook until the fat renders out of the bacon and carrots soften. About 3 minutes.
4. Remove the slice of bacon. Add stock and coconut milk and whisk well to combine. Season with salt and pepper. Bring to a simmer for about 5 minutes.
5. Ladle about a half cup of broth in a small bowl; whisk in 2-3 Tbsp of arrowroot powder until smooth(this will help thicken the broth and avoid creating lumps). Add back to the pot.
6. Add parsley, fish, and peas and simmer for 2-3 minutes. (You want the fish slightly undercooked so it doesn't get tough in the oven.)
7. Pour the chowder into a 9x13 rectangle pan and gently spoon mashed cauliflower over the top. Smooth out the topping and place into the oven for about 10 minutes.
8. Turn on broiler and brown the cauliflower for another 2-5 minutes. Let stand for a few minutes before serving.