Five months ago, I put a ton of Meyer lemon peels in a bowl with some Everclear. Making homemade limoncello would be the perfect celebratory, boozy end to three years of law school. After all, Jay and I had taken a fabulous tour of Italy prior to law school, and book-ending the experience with a quintessentially Italian liqueur just seemed fitting.
Then, I read the rest of the recipes I had collected, including countless reviews, and realized that the peels would have to continue swimming in liquor for another four months to get that homemade Italian quality that two weeks’ soaking just doesn’t achieve. Damn. Not so immediately celebratory after all.
But I figured I had two months of booze-less studying for the bar exam ahead of me, so by the time the big brain cram was done, I’d already be three months into a four-month process. Fine. (more…)
Back when I was a teeny bopper, I lived in a town so small that I actually looked forward to going to Fresno for a few weeks each summer to visit my aunt and uncle. You see, besides acting as the home of my fabulously fun aunt, Fresno had Ross, Marshalls, and Safeway, while Atascadero had only K-Mart and Food-For-Less.
While visiting, my aunt would take me on bargain-shopping sprees at Marshalls and put me to work at my uncle’s doctor’s office. And every day around 11:30 a.m., it was time to order lunch from the deli around the corner. I could have any sandwich I wanted. It was incredible. It was decadent … to a twelve year-old whose limited world experience told her that eating a sandwich not prepared at home but rather prepared professionally at a deli was just plain fancy.
But I always chose an egg salad sandwich. Something about that deli’s egg salad was truly transcendent compared to a ho-hum turkey sandwich, and I wasn’t yet adventurous enough to appreciate an Italian sandwich. So, being a loyal gal (and a big fan of mushy foods), I stuck with the reliable egg salad.
While I still enjoy a good egg salad, it hasn’t been the same for me since discovering how much mayonnaise goes into it. And frankly, after about two bites, the standard egg-mayo mash-up is rather bland for my ever-so-slightly more refined adult taste. (more…)