Category Archives: Food

Greenling

I finally took the plunge and set up my account with Greenling, Austin’s wicked cool local/organic grocery delivery service.  Every week (or maybe two) they’ll deliver a fresh box of hand-picked produce to my door.

As much as I enjoy going to the farmers’ market on Saturdays, I’d much rather spend that time climbing or riding my bike to far away places.  Greenling takes the time commitment away from my urge to support local food systems and eat awesomely fresh veggies.

Above is the first thing consumed from my box (beyond a few carrots) – Spring Onions braised in Sierra Nevada Kellerweis.  Tasty tasty.  I’m super excited about biting into the rest of the contents too.  After seeing all the goodness they packed up, it’s a shame to think I shied away from their service for so long.

Pulling on Plastic

Carolina, Kristen and I climbed indoors at Main Event in North Austin last night, maybe 9:00 – 11:30pm. It was my first real go at indoor climbing. The last time I climbed indoors I was a little kid, and I rented shoes…

Gym climbing, for me, takes all the magic out of the experience – the route finding, the outdoors, the feel of real rock, and the sense of adventure. But it is a fantastic training tool, and how else can I climb safely at 9pm? It felt odd having all the holds marked and so clear. Because it is such a controlled environment, you can really let loose on some big moves. At the end of the night, I was maybe a half inch away from sticking a six-foot all points off dyno…

Before climbing, C and I had a fantastic happy-hour sushi dinner at Kyoto. We ate in the Tatami room, cross-legged with our shoes off. It was quite cute.

Everything about yesterday went quite well – a good day at work, followed by a great evening. I’m so happy with life right now.

Luck

I was scheduled to leave work yesterday at 5:00pm.  Equipped with headlamps, we were hoping to squeeze in a few hours of evening climbing.  I hadn’t been out in quite a while, and my fingers were itching for a workout.  4:00pm.  The sky turns dark, the wind kicks up, and the temperature drops like a rock into a puddle.  Just my luck.  I know I shouldn’t make excuses, and that I should jump at every opportunity to climb regardless of the conditions, but there was no way our plans yesterday were going to happen.  (Seriously, I need to stop complaining.)

Bad luck in one frame of mind turned into good luck in another.  C and I have been flirting with the idea of reclaiming perishables thrown out by our local supermarkets.  Grocery stores throw out incredible amounts slightly imperfect but still very edible food, and if you know the right places and the right times, paying money for food stops making much sense.  We dropped by a [notoriously] bountiful dumpster yesterday afternoon, and found a gold mine of fresh produce and bread.  The two of us grabbed a box full of mangos, red bell peppers, cucumbers, an apple, a few tomatoes, some oats, and four loaves of french bread.

In the heat of the moment, you don’t really have time to inspect your picks too thoroughly, but we only grabbed a few inedible items.  It’s not really a big deal for our house anyways, as rotten veggies just make the compost richer.  After a good washing, we crafted a fantastic dinner from our day’s harvest.  And, with the exception of a few condiments, a fantastic free dinner.

The past three weeks have kind of been a whirlwind of new sensations for me.  A raw intensity and burning attraction to another.  I never saw it coming, but now that the dust is starting to settle, I think I’ve discovered a new level of happiness.  I’m a lucky guy.

Too much time

I like dinner parties, and on Tuesday night, I think we pulled off a pretty awesome example of what one should be.  We have a wood burning earthen oven in our backyard, and with fire we can heat the inside up to 800 – 900 degrees.  Perfect for pizzas.  With a house full of around 10 friends of mine, we kicked out quite a few of these magical creations – kind of a DIY, bring your own toppings and beer kind of thing.  It was a fantastic time, and we all ate way too much food.

pizza

cobbler

With my well-being in mind, REI has only scheduled me to work three days this week.  Our management staff are brilliant people, and must know how an individual can live in Austin and only work 20 hours a week at the same time.  On the plus side, this time away from work is giving me a lot of time to look for new employment.  [If you know a person who knows a person who's hiring young and well-educated people in Austin, let me know.]  It’s also giving me time to ride my bicycle in the early morning.  Eric, Miguel and I squeezed in a nice 40 miles out to Manor (40 for them, 60 for me since I live in the boondocks) yesterday morning, before the temperature outside hit 150 degrees.

I almost always need to eat something before I ride my bike over 20 miles.  In fact, it’s very important to do so.  But on Wednesday morning’s ride, I was still full when I woke up at 6am.  No breakfast necessary.  I rolled over to where Eric is staying, arriving around 8am.  He confessed he hadn’t had breakfast either…  I didn’t check with Miguel, who was also with us for Tuesday night’s dinner shindig, but I’m sure it would have had similar results.  Success!

I didn’t ride my bike today, but probably should have.  Motivation has been a little difficult to find, but I know it shouldn’t be.  I saw this picture yesterday, and it really made me think about one of “the next big things” I want to do in life.

mt robson
That’s Mount Robson in South-west British Columbia.  One of my favorite memories from my bike ride to Alaska exists from here – we sat in its shadow on one of the few days of the year that the summit is visible.  It’s typically shrouded by bad weather.  I want to climb it.  And in the bigger picture, I want to climb other amazing looking big mountains – alpine style, light and fast.  I’m fit enough, and with a bit more practice and some time on ice, I could probably be pretty good at it all.  I’d like to boldly go where no man (or woman) has gone before…

Nine Hours

The pizza and homebrew gathering was a success.  I rode over around 9:00pm – right after work – covering the seven miles in about 20 minutes.  I’d never ridden to Steven and Emily’s place before, but wanted to get a feel for it since that’ll be my new commute starting in May.  It’s a fast and smooth cruise to/from downtown.  Pizza from the 800 degree earthen oven was fantastic.  It was a thick(er) crust style pie, and after some difficult choices, I ended up with mushrooms and fresh basil as my toppings.  It was ready in about five minutes.  We drank a homemade lemongrass beer (on tap), and I chatted and played Boggle with Steven and Emily until midnight or so.  Then I made short work of my eleven mile ride home.

Yesterday was an eventful one.  I was up at 6:45, after about four hours of sleep, to go ride my bicycle with the 2009 Texas 4000 team.  My breakfast of scrambled egg and bacon rice cakes was with me as I walked out the door, and after a quick stop at JP’s Java for coffee, I was ready to ride with the others at 7:30.  The goal for the day was 75 miles, out west going towards Johnson City.  I decided to tag along with Carolina’s group, and together we led five other riders for the day.  It was a good day for a long ride – not too warm or too cold, too windy or too wet.  The roads to Johnson City are tough – rarely flat and rarely smooth; one of the hardest long ride routes you can take around here.  The folks we were with were the less experienced cyclist of the new team, giving Carolina and I the opportunity to pass along a lot of great information as we pedaled throughout the day.

It was a long day in the saddle.  The high mileage and difficult roads prevented us from ever really pushing the pace.  But we pushed through, and pushed each other along.  It’s difficult to explain to people outside of Texas 4000 the determination and motivation that these riders have – it still humbles me to be a part of it when I can.  After nine long and sometimes rainy hours on the bike, we made it back to Austin.  Most cyclists rarely touch the six hour mark, and I’ve never been introduced to a two month old cyclist who could even get close to doing something like this.  These kids are rock stars.

As a side note, the rice cake experiment went quite well, and I’ll be creating these guys for my future long rides when I need a break from ProBars.  The sushi rice is like glue, even when warmed by my body heat.  I felt myself wanting a more salty mixture though, and will add a touch of soy next time.

I was out of steam yesterday afternoon after the marathon ride, but on the upside, I caught up on all my sleep last night.  I go to work tonight from 7:00pm to 1:00am or so, to move the store around while a crew cleans our carpets.  That should be fun.  I’m working almost everyday this week, but longer hours mean more money, which is helpful for next month’s move and hopeful job transition.

Morning Cooking

It’s been a productive morning, starting around 9:00am.  I’ve done my laundry, cooked oatmeal for my breakfast, and embarked on the culinary journey touched on in the last post.  The objective was to throw together my version of Allen Lim’s Rice Cakes, chilling them over the course of the day, so I will be able to eat them for tomorrow’s ride.  This would be my first time working with sushi rice, since I usually leave that job to the pros.

I assembled three eggs (scrambled together), a cup of short grain sushi rice, my Canadian bacon, olive oil, and sea salt.  First step was cooking the rice.  The procedure differs from your standard rice cooking in that the rice starts by soaking in it’s water for about 30 minutes.  (Usually, for long grain rice, I’ll boil water, then add the rice, then simmer.)  You’ll then bring the rice to a boil before turning it to simmer for another 20 minutes.  A little longer procedure, but it yielded a really beautiful, fluffy and sticky pot of rice.  I removed the lid to make sure it wouldn’t over-steam and over-cook itself as I moved into the other parts of the recipe.

Next was scrambling the eggs.  I broke them up into pretty small pieces, the goal being an easy to eat final product.  Also on hand was my Canadian bacon, nicely chopped up into bite size pieces as well.  So, once the components were prepped and ready, it was time to assemble.  I had my silicone brownie pan coated with olive oil and sea salt waiting, and transferred my pot of rice here to start things off.  Add the eggs and bacon, and mix well, insuring all parts are equally and evenly dispersed.  I like consistency in my cycling food, getting the same thing with each bike and minimizing surprises.  I rather concentrate on the road instead of my food.  Once mixed well, I shaped it all into a perfect rectangle, about an inch and a half tall.  It’s pretty amazing how well the sushi rice keeps it’s form, even when warm.

And that was it – quite easy.  I set some wax paper over the top, and threw it into the fridge.  I’m excited to see how well it all hardens up, and what will happen to the form factor after it’s been in a jersey pocket for a while.  You, and I, will have to wait until tomorrow to find out.

Today will be a good day.  I go to work this afternoon, from 2:00pm to 9:00pm.  Afterward, I’m heading over to Steven and Emily’s place (aka my future home) to make pizza in the earthen oven and drink homebrew.  That should be a blast.  There’s been some ideas tossed around about starting a nonprofit, and we’re planning on talking about that too this evening.  I can’t have too much homebrew though, because I need to be on the bike at 7:30am tomorrow morning.  I’ve accomplished some pretty grand physical feats in a very hungover state, but I don’t really like it.  I want to be nice to my body.

Cycling Foods

I’m making fried rice this evening.  I need to buy a few Asian sauces and my fresh veggies first, but that’s one of the many perks that come from working next to the Whole Foods world HQ.  I can pick up almost anything on my way home without hassle.  My dad makes a lot of fried rice at home as a way of using up leftovers, but while we were talking last night, I realized I don’t really ever have leftovers in my fridge – not bare ingredients at least.  I do my cooking on a small scale, and buy groceries as needed, usually every other day or so.  I couldn’t just walk into my kitchen, open the fridge, and cook something randomly – it has to be pre-planned.

I think I’m also going to try to find some sushi rice during my trip this evening too.  This weekend, I have a long (70+) ride planned, and would like to do this: Rice Cakes by Allen Lim, of Garmin-Slipstream.

For it to work properly, the gelatinous properties of sushi rice are necessary to keep it all together.  Despite my love affair with everything ProBar and Clif Twisted Fruit, on the longer cycling days even I need something more appetizing.  If all goes as planned, this will be my first venture into making and carrying my own food on the bicycle.  I know.  I’ve been riding seriously for over five years, and I haven’t ever carried a food product you couldn’t buy in a bike shop.  Things I don’t eat anymore:

  • PowerBars – These were the first to go, immediately after my introduction to Clif products.  With such great alternatives, why anyone would submit to the limp, ooze texture and oddly unnatural flavor of these bars is beyond me.
  • Clif Bars – They’re good, good for you, and good cycling fuel; unfortunately, after eating them every single day during the ride to Alaska, I get queasy from just the smell.  The flavor doesn’t matter – they all taste the same after a while.
  • Cold Clif Recovery Drinks – These lasted with me for a few races, but that was the extent of that.  Now days, I have the time and resources to get a proper meal after my rides.
  • Accelerade – This drink mix was always difficult for me to stomach, but I tolerated it for a long time, especially during the Alaska trip.  It’s a bummer because it’s so nutritionally sound, but again, Accelerade has followed the same path as the Clif Bar.

I still love Clif Blocks, Clif Shots, Clif Hot Chocolate, Clif Electrolyte drink, and the Clif Kids lineup.  Special mention should also go to Pro Bar, which has renewed my ability to eat food in bar form again.  Those things are like the swankiest trail mix you can find pressed into a block.  Nutritionally speaking, I haven’t found anything better, and during a ride I certainly notice a more long-term and sustained energy release than I experience with the others.  Give them a try.

Favorite Recipes

I like to cook, and I like to branch out of cooking comfort zone quite a bit, trying new ingredients and such.  However, I do have one pasta dish that seems to always make it’s way into my kitchen from time to time.  The recipe comes from a very uninspiring “weeknight pasta” cookbook my mom has, where it’s certainly the hidden gem.  I never write down the ingredients, so every time I feel the urge to prepare the dish I have to call her.  It’s a nice touch too.

1 frying pan, 1 pot, and about 20 minutes – that’s all it takes.  It’s a really simple smoked salmon and asparagus fettuccine.  Using:

  • Fresh spinach fettuccine
  • Asparagus, cut into bite-size pieces
  • 3 tbs. of butter
  • 1 cup of cream
  • 5oz of smoked salmon, cut into bite-size pieces
  • Green onion, chopped
  • Fresh parsley, chopped
  • Lemon zest to taste
  • Salt n’ pepper to taste

Take your big pot, and boil a decent amount of water, for blanching the asparagus and cooking the pasta.  Once boiling, throw the asparagus in and boil it for a few minutes (no more than 5).  Then pull the pieces out with a slotted spoon, transfer to a strainer, and run some cold water over it to stop cooking.  Now throw your pasta into the boiling green water.  While the pasta is cooking, melt your butter in a second frying pan, and give your asparagus a quick pan fry, just enough to coat them with butter.  Then add all your other ingredients, except for the parsley, to the pan and give it a good stir.  Don’t forget about the pasta, and once it’s drained properly, toss it back into the big pot.  Pour the salmon and asparagus sauce over the pasta, and give it all a good toss.  Throw on some fresh parsley, season to taste, and your ready to eat.

There you go, mom.  I’ll still call, but I won’t need to hastle you for your recipe anymore.

I go back to work this afternoon.  I’ve had two days off, but it’s felt like two weeks.  I’ve been productive during my time away.  I applied to a position at the Lance Armstrong Foundation that seems tailored made to me, and I have my fingers and toes crossed that they feel the same way.  I’m still actively pursuing other opportunities too, just to keep myself open every possiblity, but the LAF is definitely my priority.

Freelance and Salsa

I wish I knew more about the world of freelance writing, especially how to jump into it.  I’ve been doing some research, checking out freelance-austin.org and similar sites.  There seems to be a lot of other websites dealing with the connection process between job and freelancer, for a fee of course.  freelance-austin seems to be the most unique I’ve found, and their “find a freelancer” page is a particularly nice touch, but I wonder how far I’d get with that.

There are a lot of people on that page.  Keyword “grant” pulls up six people, some with 10+ years of experience.  I have to question exactly what that means in today’s world though.  If, with the way technology changes and evolves, an “experienced” worker is really the best bet.  It looks like experience strongly correlates to a lack of web design skills.  Maybe a fresh, young, technically savvy, and up-to-date perspective is the ticket to eclipsing my lack of experience.  I guess we’ll see.

Given the economic slump, the freelance market might be my best bet.  Companies and organizations still have projects that need to be done.  Instead of paying regular employees, workers who require additional expenses like an office, a dedicated HR department, health insurance, retirement plans and other benefits, they can contract work from an external source.  My only requirement for productivity is a cup of coffee.

Enough of those ramblings though.  They help me to conceptualize things, but they’re probably not too interesting for you, and they’re definitely not getting me a job.  I rode my bicycle yesterday for the first time in 2+ weeks.  It was especially windy outside, and I didn’t make it any easier on myself by going to the hills out west.  Regardless, it felt great to be back.  Physically, the first ride back after a prolonged period of time off always feels oddly good.  I always feel strong.  The second ride is another story altogether – that’s when the time off hits me.  But mentally, the first ride back is what brings me back every time.  The freedom, the air, the wind on my face – I can’t get away from it.

I made salsa yesterday.  It was an inspired mission.  I cruised through the neighborhood to the Fiesta Mart – our large Mexican supermarket in East Austin, because they have the largest selection of peppers.  Spending a total of $5.36, I headed home with a messenger bag full of fresh produce – 1.5 pounds of tomatoes, a poblano pepper, jalapeños, onion, dried ancho chiles, fresh cilantro, and such – and some corn chips.  I chopped, roasted a few jalapeños on the stove, chopped some more, then hit it all with the stick blender.  Now I have enough fresh salsa to last me quite a while.

I go back to work today, which is good, because I probably need some money.

A Nearly Perfect Neighborhood

The past two days I’ve been filling the role of “trainer” at work, passing along enough cycling product knowledge to two of my co-workers for them to be relatively confident if they ever need to sell them.  It was a good way to switch up my typical workday a bit, and let me show off a few of my talents as a teacher and my mind muscles a little bit.  I love to talk about cycling.  Industry innovations.  Mechanics.  Bio-mechanics.  Training.  Racing.  Riding with cars.  Riding to work.  All of it.  Doing it all day is really a good gig for me.

My bedroom at home looks like a parachute hanger and smells like a campfire.  After neglecting the task for a few days, my tent body and fly is now drying, suspended from the ceiling fan and a second hook on my ceiling.  Packing a wet tent leads to mildew, which is impossible to remove from the fabric, smells bad, and breaks down the waterproofing.  For someone who spends as much money as I do on gear, and expects it to preform in pretty demanding situations, drying a tent is should be a no-brainer task.  I can’t believe I waited as long as I did this time around…

The need to leave my block of Austin is continuing to decrease.  My local coffeeshop just installed six more beer taps, and with the exception of Lonestar, they’re all connected to some really fantastic beers.  My favorite local hefe, and Real Ale’s coffee porter both get me salivating.  I can walk to delicious tacos, good coffee, free wifi, one snazzy restaurant, a nice park, and now, the best brews in Austin.  If we had a locally sourced organic grocer over here, my neighborhood would be complete.

Speaking of good beer, the Gingerman re-opened in downtown Austin two nights ago, and I was on-site to check things out with a few friends of mine.  It’s definitely not the Gingerman of old, but I kind of liked the place.  It was quiet enough to have a conversation, but loud enough to be lively.  We set up shop on a couch and a few lounge chairs in the corner of the bar.  I like couches with my beer.

We seemed to cover the job/life laments that are becoming more and more common amongst my 20-something friends.  How the poor “economy” – that none can really relate to their immediate life, touch or see – is suppressing our opportunities as incredibly well-educated college graduates.  All of us hold in common this never-ending urge to get away, an urge to change things up.  Yet, at the same time, we’re also bound to an imperfect existence, where the woes of society – bills, social standing, expectations from mom and dad, etc – make us apprehensive of fulfilling our desires.

The rain and storms of the morning seem to have burned off now, and I want to go ride my bike in the sunshine.  Enjoy your weekends – I’ll be camping again near Gatesville, TX with my extended family.  Should be fun.

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