Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Not Quite Mashed Potatoes


While its not exactly cold out yet, no one is calling it warm either.

Did the weather get the message about labor day or what? Last weekend, it was sunny and everyone was wearing shorts and sundresses and sunglasses, and on Tuesday, like a light switch, the coats, pants, umbrellas, and ties came out.

Along with a wardrobe switcheroo, it's also time for me to change up my diet. Gone are the days of cold food morning, noon, and night.

It's way too early to be talking about Thanksgiving but in my world, turkey is what they serve next to the mashed potatoes. Not the other way around.

And since, it's way too early to be talking pilgrims and cranberry sauce, I thought why not mash up something else.


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Enter the yuca, also known as cassava or manioc. It's a starchy root vegetable, similar to a potato that is grown in tropical and subtropical regions. When cooked, it's reminiscent of mashed potatoes with a sweeter, starchier, and some say slightly more bitter essence. No matter how you describe it's taste, few leave out delicious in their descriptions.


And I decided to use up a little bit of the summer squash I had laying around the apartment in my recipe too.

Yuca and Summer Squash Smashed

1 Yuca root, skin removed and chopped up (see note below)
1 clove of garlic, finely chopped
1/4 cup of onions, finely chopped
1 yellow squash, chopped into quarter inch pieces
Sea Salt to Taste
1/4-1/2 cupped of finely chopped dill
2 tbs of olive oil

Cut up the yuca root into small pieces. To shorten the cooking time, I chopped my yuca into 1/2 inch square pieces. Yuca roots are very tough, so I suggest using your sharpest knife and cutting the yuca into several large chunks, cutting the skin off the large sections, and then chopping the sections up into pieces.


Once yuca is chopped up, cover with water about one inch about the yuca, add a dash of sea salt and bring to a boil. Once boiling, lower the heat slightly and watch until cooked. My 1/2 pieces only too about 8 minutes. Keep checking the pan by sticking a fork into the pieces, it should be soft and mashable - the same as if making mashed potatoes.

While the yuca is cooking, saute the onions and garlic in one tablespoon of the olive oil. Once caramelized, remove from the heat and set aside. (Make sure to keep garlic and onion pieces similar sized or you will end up with slightly over browned garlic like I did.)


When the yuca is done, drain the water and set aside.


In the same pan, bring 2-3 cups of water to a boil. Add the squash and cook until tender. Then remove from heat and drain.


In the same pan, combine the sauteed garlic and onions, yuca, squash and olive oil and mash the ingredients together. You can do this over heat but be careful as you do not want to cook anything much more.


Once well combined, add the dill and sea salt to taste. Serve and enjoy.

(Since I'm a sucker for spice, I also added 1 chopped jalapeno to my recipe. You could also mix this up and exchange the dill for parsley or cilantro, butter instead of olive oil, zucchini instead of yellow squash.)

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Labor Day Music Monday


It's ironic that a day anointed with the word "labor" is all about doing anything but...

Most labor days, I pass the time being completely useless, lazy, and just a little bit gluttonous.

- and with rightful reason.

The official end of summer isn't until September 22nd, it might as well be over for all intents and purposes.

The pools are closed, school has started, football has kicked off and fashion week is beckoning. It's fall, even if it isn't official according to the calendar.

So this Monday's music is in memoriam to summer. The summer that was this year and every year.

Isn't funny how every summer is it's own spectacle and yet with the pools, suns, beaches, barbeques, vacations, humidity, sand, air conditioning, mosquito bites, and sun burns, it's always the same, no matter when and where you are.

So it's no surprise that summer is about juicy, groovy, little tunes that you can dance to with a margarita in hand and a little sundress.

Ritual Union by Little Dragon

Pretty Little Penthouse (Produced by Brenton Duvall) by Tayyib Ali

White Blank Page by Mumford & Sons

Time for What You Want (Ft Biggie and Semisonic) by Brenton Duvall

Pictures (Tonite Only Remix) by Sneaky Sound System

Obsessions (Ocelet remix) by Marina & the Diamonds

Hello by Martin Solveig & Dragonette

Skinny Love by Bon Iver

On a macro level, I have no idea what these songs mean about summer. I just discovered them this summer and so for me, these songs mean summer 2011.

Adios Summer! Hola Fall!

If Trees Could Talk...


I found this tree in Central Park and it made me stop. Now I run by millions of trees every day and I don't so much as toss a bead of sweat in their direction, let alone actually stop to look at them.

But this tree had me at hello.

It's knotty, twisted growth was enough to make me bat an eyelash in its general direction, but it was the elaborate carvings all over that held me captive.

Some engravings bore date stamps as old as myself, which means that the tree was pretty much in the same twisted, gigantic, shaded splendor it is in now as it was when I was just figuring out how to eat without my umbilical cord.


I circled the tree with my jaw agape and wondered just how many people, New Yorkers like myself and travelers from afar had stopped to pause at the same knotted, grey mess. What - and who - have these branches and, and at the right time of year, leaves, witnessed?

Sure, I could wax and wane about Warhol and Hemingway and Washington and...history, but then I realized that someone had already done that for me, and so much more eloquently, and without all the New York drama. Enter my favorite poem from Shel Silverstein, "The Giving Tree."
Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.


And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy."


"I am too big to climb and play" said
the boy.
"I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?"
"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.


Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy."
And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time....
and the tree was sad.


And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy."
"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy.
"I want a house to keep me warm," he said.
"I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?"
" I have no house," said the tree.
"The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a
house. Then you will be happy."


And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.


"Come, Boy," she whispered,
"come and play."
"I am too old and sad to play,"
said the boy.
"I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?"
"Cut down my trunk
and make a boat," said the tree.
"Then you can sail away...
and be happy."


And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy
... but not really.

And after a long time
the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy,"
said the tree," but I have nothing
left to give you -
My apples are gone."


"My teeth are too weak
for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone,"
said the tree. " You
cannot swing on them - "
"I am too old to swing
on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone, " said the tree.
"You cannot climb - "
"I am too tired to climb" said the boy.


"I am sorry," sighed the tree.
"I wish that I could give you something....
but I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry...."
"I don't need very much now," said the boy.
"just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired."


"Well," said the tree, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.

And that, my friends, is what a tree could say if she could talk. Good Night New York!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Half Marathon Training Plan


The other day, I woke up and found that I missed the West Side Highway. I missed the roar of cars next to me, and the occasional helicopter landing ten feet away.



I missed the cool breezes off the Hudson River, getting passed by the Columbia Track team twice, watching the health conscious doing yoga in the Hudson River Park, and all the dogs, the kids, and the runners.



Yep, after two years of spending at least one weekend day on the West Side logging double digit miles, can you believe that I haven't been there once this year?

Oh I haven't missed it that much. After all, I've been taking trips, enjoying late nights out and late mornings in, and eating all sorts of things that I would never eat before big runs.

But the time has come to leave my wonton ways behind - okay, maybe not completely.

I'm going to be following some variation of this plan from Runner's World.

I will be posting some more on my training but for now, I've got to run.

Adios!

Music Mondays


Finding new music is about keeping an open mind.

Take country music for example. I wouldn't call myself a fan of country any day of the week. I don't hate country music at all...in fact I respect their ballad writing and guitar strumming skills. But the easy melodies of country just don't get me moving. It's just not my thing.

Same goes for rock music too. So when I saw that one of the top selling albums on iTunes was a rock band, my eyes glazed over.

But somehow, indescribeably, Mat Kearney has found his way into my heart...and I may never let him leave.

To be fair, I'm not sure why Mat is in the rock genre. He sound is a little bluesy, a little alternative, and a little folksy.

Here's some of my Mat Kearney favorites plus a few other songs too:

Hey Mama by Mat Kearney

Stereo Hearts (feat. Adam Levine) by Gym Class Heroes

She Got the Honey by Mat Kearney

Over and Over by O.A.R.

Count on Me by Mat Kearney

Moves like Jagger by Maroon Five

Now get out there and enjoy your week!

Monday, August 1, 2011

Music Mondays brought to you by the 80's


I usually post songs that I run to on this blog.

But I live/listen to a lot of other music as well. No activity required.

Far from it.

In fact, music + running is a recent addition to my music story.

Truth be told, music came into my life long before running did. In fact, I probably developed an appreciation for music before I was born.

There are many moments I remember from my childhood. Most of them are not interesting to anyone but me, but even so,some are life changing, some are traumatizing, some are sweet, some are funny, some are cringe worthy and some are completely and utterly random.

But there is one memory that sticks out simply because of its ritualistic nature - I can even relive it on my visits home today as an adult.



AFTER DINNER MUSIC. It is never quiet in my family.

Every night, after dinner is finished, my father would walk into the living room, turn up the stereo, and blast (and I do mean blast very literally) songs while we cleaned up, did dishes, and digested.

I have youtube links to some of my songs but, folks, these are classics, so they are not the best quality and rightfully so. If something lasts a few decades, it's because it's that good.

Here's a very brief list of songs that remind me of those evening mini concerts.

Sunday Bloody Sunday by U2

Money for Nothing by Dire Straits

I'll Always Come Back by K.T. Oslin

Jack & Diane by John Mellencamp

Never Tear Us Apart by INXS

Love Hurts by Nazareth

Pink Houses by John Mellencamp

Where the Streets Have No Name by U2

Cherry Bomb by John Mellencamp

I'm on Fire by Bruce (Need I say his last name) Springsteen

There's lots more, but these names stick out to me.

Now today, I'm beginning a two week juice/raw detox. More to come on my detox, plus reasons for and against detoxing.

Happy Monday!








Music Mondays


One of the best parts of running is listening to new music. I've always been a huge music fan, and music has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.

New songs are a great way to keep the motivation for exercise up. If you aren't a huge music fan, then maybe planning workouts around your favorite TV shows are a great idea too - almost all gyms have televisions these days.

Here's my new favorite songs on repeat:

Can you feel it (feat. Whiz Kalifa)by Sublime with Rome

Pumped up Kicks (All the Other Kids mix) by DJ Hipst3r

I'm Not Your Toy (Jack Beats Remix) by La Roux

The Cave by Mumford & Sons

Lighters (Feat. Bruno Mars) by Bad Meets Evil

Next week, I'll be on to something new, though I highly suspect I won't be over these songs by then.