Let’s not go into all the gory details involved in the past few days… it’s enough to say that seven of the twelve fish in my aquarium died, resulting in some major hassles today. I went to Petco and got some more fish, and I am telling you, these pet store employees get more and more clueless every time I go to one. It’s rather scary.
Yes, I got plecos again. Even though they’ll probably die straightaway… I don’t know what else to do about the algae growth!! If the pH level of my water can’t sustain the life of an algae eater, how am I supposed to get rid of algae?? One would assume that the logical place to go with such a query would be the pet shop… but let us consider that when I asked for a couple of plecos, the Petco employee scooped out some tetras. Not exactly the type of person to whom I’d turn for advice, you know?
And guess what? Remember how I found this 82% chocolate, and I said that it wouldn’t be a regular purchase, due to its cost? Well.
If you’re wondering what on earth possessed me to go out and spend nearly $40 on chocolate… I randomly picked one up in Whole Foods and noticed that it was marked kosher dairy. This means that soon, I will not be able to get this chocolate with any other designation. Whole Foods only had that one bar, so I went to another store — where it was even more expensive, mind you — and bought an insane amount.
Even this one (which I haven’t tried yet), because now I am paranoid. Not to mention angry — I finally find a chocolate that I like, and now I won’t be able to have it anymore?! Gaaaahhh!!
Clearly, I have major issues.
At least something exciting happened:
My peppers have finally started to grow!! It only took, oh, three months, if not more than that. I had all but abandoned hope.
Some reviews for this disjointed post!
Yeah, I don’t like caramel. I was actually in a different Whole Foods than the two I usually frequent, because I was trying to track down my Glenny’s cookie bars (which I later found in one of “my” Whole Foods, but whatever), and they had this flavor of soy ice cream we hadn’t yet tried. Since I don’t like caramel, I didn’t particularly care for this. The caramel isn’t overpowering, but that just means that it’s a no-win either way: if you don’t like caramel, you won’t like it, and if you do like caramel, you won’t like it!
So Delicious coconut milk minis banana split sandwiches… shockingly, we all liked this! The coconut flavor was very, very faint, as was the banana flavor; I think that’s actually a good thing, because when things are too strongly banana flavored, they tend to taste very artificial. I’d definitely buy these again.
This is not a review, really, but I just felt like sharing what I did with a random eggplant — I have this annoying habit of buying too much produce, which I then must use up before it goes bad. I’m not averse to just eating vegetables straight-up, but sometimes that gets a little monotonous.
So I made babaganoush. I think I am going to try this again and leave the skin on the eggplant. Who says it has to be peeled after being roasted?!
Back to the star of the show (post?):
Maranatha sunflower seed butter! I’ve only tried Sunbutter once, and I wasn’t wildly impressed. But I saw this in Whole Foods, and I just couldn’t resist it; the only ingredients are sunflower seeds and sea salt, and I didn’t have to give up an arm and a leg to pay for it like I would for most Maranatha nut butters. (We’ll exclude the workout I got in stirring it up, which nearly did claim an arm.)
Spread on a corn tortilla, topped with banana slices. Um… go out and buy this now! It is, quite simply, amazing. No other words can describe it.
This post owes its weird title to the appearance of the sunflower seed butter. It’s funny in retrospect, given my affinity for English, but it wasn’t actually my first language. There are even some things for which I just don’t really use the English word, and sunflower seeds are one of those things.
Let me tell you a little story about sunflower seeds and me. My mom loves salted, roasted sunflower seeds — or semitchkes, as we call them. I think it’s Russian. Anyway, when I was a kid and my mom would sit down to do my homework with me, she was usually accompanied by a big bag of sunflower seeds — only I don’t think I realized that sunflower seeds = semitchkes until I was about twelve. Yes, I was a slow child. Hence the enormous piles of shells… I always associated sunflower seeds with horrible homework, which is why I tended to stay far away from them!
Anyway, this got me thinking about other things that I don’t call by their English names… trivet (I don’t think I even knew the English word for that until I was in high school!), dishtowel, hot water urn, robe … you notice that all of these are “household words.” 😉 What’s even more strange about this is that for the most part, the words I do use are Russian, and I don’t speak Russian! I guess it’s because my grandmother used those words with my mom, who in turn used them with me. In any case, I’m curious to know if this happens to anyone else… do you use another language for certain things?
To round off on a lovely note, similar to the one in which I began, I have just discovered that next week, six of my nephews are moving in. I love them dearly, and all, but they are wild Indians. And I hate eating when kids are around, because I will inevitably be subject to either A) the “ewwww!” treatment, or B) the “I want that!” treatment. Thank goodness the Invading Israelis are leaving the day before my nephews move in; that should hopefully give me the basement to hibernate. (And I just mis-typed that as “hopelessly” … Freudian slip much?!)
Have a lovely start to your week.
“Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”