Toto, are we still in Kansas? Great marinade; odd effects of food on body

Nope! Y'all, I feel as if 8 good years have elapsed between 6am this morning and now, 8:50pm. Multiple meals prepped and eaten, drop-offs, pick-ups, one Meeting for Worship, thank you notes, thirty cups of chopped roast turkey, one blackberry pie, a walk with Percy, a play date, emails, organizing, hating fruit flies, a random downpour, laundry. It's all good but g-damn am I gonna be tired come Thursday night.

There are but one and a half days of school left, and it is my absolute pleasure and honor to again be catering the faculty and staff appreciation luncheon. That said, the days just prior are utter mayhem, and I'm saying that as a seriously organized gal. I just keep going, one task after another crossed off the list, feeling insanely grateful for good babysitters and friends who offer to store vats of stuff in their fridges because mine is at Code Red capacity. This year I'll be serving Louisiana Red Beans & Rice; Curried Turkey Salad with Cherries and Cashews; Herbed Tomato Tarts; Quinoa, Apricot, Pistachio Salad with Lime-Mirin Vinaigrette; Moroccan Carrot and Raisin Salad; Watermelon Feta Salad with Serrano Vinaigrette; and Strawberry Cake. Bellissima, yes?

Jack is still awake, Tom is not home, the oven vent is still whirring (I hate that noise!) and I have miles to go. Yet as always, because it's imperative, I braked (and breaked) for a good dinner. Tonight: roasted asparagus with oil, salt and lemon; and grilled chicken with a new spread I simply MUST tell you about. It's very basic and inspired by an absolutely scrumptious crostini recipe (thyme pesto with preserved lemon crème fraîche) written by another Emily on Food52. It's outstandingly good.

Anyway, tonight I blended some Greek yogurt with some feta, preserved lemon, thyme, a drop of milk and some salt, marinated some fresh chicken in it (but saved some for after-grill topping) and then grilled the chx. This went swimmingly with the asparagus AND I will surely make this marinade/dip again.

Yogurt-Feta-Thyme-Lemon Marinade/Dip/Spread/Yum

⅓ cup crumbled, good quality Feta ⅓ cup Greek-style yogurt 1 tablespoon milk generous 1 tablespoon chopped preserved lemon 1 tablespoon chopped fresh thyme leaves salt

Put everything into a small food processor (or use an immersion blender) and blend until chunkily combined. Voila.

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So that was awesome. And alongside I enjoyed a glass of Ribera del Duero which is A) most always a great bang for the buck, and B) super-deserved tonight.

Last night's pizza: solid (though don't buy Whole Foods' crusts; DCers should go to Vace or make your own; elsewhere, find a good source or make your own.) Though this was lovely, looking at this picture reminds me that ciliegine (the cherry-sized balls of mozzarella), even when the only mozz in your fridge and thus useful/easy, do not make the best mozz for pizza. Look below and know why.

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Bygones.

Having enjoyed asparagus tonight and beets over the weekend, I feel obliged to have a conversation with you about foods with benign but somewhat adverse effects on your body lest you otherwise worry.

1) Asparagus: If you notice a wretched smell in your urine shortly after eating asparagus, you are not alone. In fact, this aftermath was recorded as early as 1702 and is now thought to be the result of the compounds in asparagus that yield ammonia and/or sulfurous products when metabolized. It seems that the difference in experience is less how we metabolize asparagus and more how our differing olfactory genes lead us to detect, or not, the smelly byproducts that pass through our urine. If you've never eaten asparagus you should so so immediately but don't fret if your pee smells afterwards.

2) Beets: Though I did not like beets as a child, I love them now. They are sweet, crunchy (when not overcooked), versatile and lovely. All that said, if you eat a hefty serving of red beets, you should expect that your pee will be magenta for 1-10 goings afterwards and/or your stool will have a decidedly magenta hue. This can be alarming. Are you bleeding internally? Why do beets take so long to pass? If said coloration follows shortly after ingesting beets, don't worry. This is eerie but normal. Do check with a doctor if things don't return to normal after a few days.

3) Sunchokes: AKA Jerusalm Artichokes, AKA Fartichokes. Enough said. Sunchokes are not a member of the artichoke family, but rather the tuber (or root) of the sunflower plant. They can be roasted, mashed, sliced and fried, pureed into soup...I adore the nutty earthiness of sunchokes but they store their produced carbohydrates as inulin rather than starch (like most tubers do). What does this mean for you? Well, our guts can't break down inulin but inulin can be broken down by bacteria in the colon. This results in gas, and let me tell you, it can be intense, painful and seemingly endless. Like labor pains, until you forget about this gaseous side effect, you may swear off more chokes; you will, then, forget and eat more as soon as you can. Unless you are my friend, Laura, in NM, who hates sunchokes and swears they are nothing more than weeds.

Buenos noches!

Treasures found

It was such a balm to return to the farmers market yesterday as it's been weeks since I've been, missed Sundays which in aggregate have felt like an eternity. I was happy, no, relieved!, to see more of the usual suspects back in action; winter is really and truly gone! On one corner of one of the main entrances, a small table was bedecked with a few strands of baubles, some rings and some stringed lockets. I didn't give it much thought on our way in -I'm there for the food- but midway through our shopping, Oliver asked if we could go back to the table of pretty things; he had spied a necklace and had to investigate it further.

As we pulled up, he immediately reached for a delicate, rectangular, silver box hung from a slim, woven orange rope and started pleading for it. To be honest, I ignored his goings-on because A) I had no intention of buying him the necklace (not because it was a necklace but because he doesn't need more stuff), and B) my eye was caught by a gorgeous strand of jade beads. I tried it on, talked to the sister of the seller and ultimately decided that the color wasn't right for me.

In the meantime, Ol had fallen headlong into love with this necklace, and the woman overseeing the wares told us she'd bought it from an old man in the Old Town in Pakistan, near her home. It was real silver, the end of the box could be opened gently to insert a prayer or message and then folded shut, and it could be Ol's for $10. Intrigued by the idea of a silver box that could store secret messages, Jack started asking questions.

"You would probably like this," the woman said, handing J a small silver trinket that resembled a hard cover book. He turned it over in his fingers and found that the bottom -what looked to be the bottom "pages"- slid open to reveal a tiny, secret hollow in which an even tinier treasure could be safely kept. Apparently, this also came from the old man in the Old Town, and it could be Jack's for $18.

Naturally, Oliver then needed one of these silver books but, naturally, this was the last one. "I had it first," Jack said, fairly kindly, "and I will pay for this with my own money because I REALLY WANT IT." Oliver burst into tears, such copious, dramatic tears that the woman started to fret and said, "If you will have your mom write down her email, I will buy another one in Pakistan next month, bring it back and email your mom when it's here."

This woman's sister meanwhile was being told that this stall was illegal because they had no permit to sell and was, concurrently, telling me that more boys than girls all morning had been besotted by these silver necklaces and curios, as if I may be "concerned." I wasn't, but she was sweet to let me know.

Oliver gave a last gasp cry, begged me to "wite down my email" and started eyeing the necklace again. The woman, still fretting, told him she would give him 50% off and so for $5, he could wear this necklace home. Ol looked up at me with pleading, hound dog eyes, and I had to take a knee and have a talk.

"Boys, you are welcome to spend your own money on these items, but I am not going to pay for them."

"Oh, Mom, we will TOTALLY pay you back as soon as we get home! I promise! I pwomise!"

I handed over $23, clasped the necklace around Ol's neck, watched as Jack proudly enfolded the book box in his hand, and we ambled back to the car.

I haven't the slightest idea if the old man in the Old Town is real, but I will tell you that the kids paid me back as soon as we got home and Ol wore the necklace to Jack's baseball game and through until bedtime. He even wrote me a special note which he hid in the box and then delivered to me. Jack waxed rhapsodically about how his book box reminded him of a text Harry Potter would use at Hogwart's and because of that it was so special and he would keep it in his special book end which looks like a stack of books, each of which is actually a small drawer.

Seriously, you never know what will strike your kids' fancies. Doesn't Ol look like a secondary color fanatic (he had on bright green shorts) crossed with a young Flavor Flav?

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