Take Your Kid to Vote Day

Fred Wilson wrote in his blog about taking his son to vote yesterday, inspiring me to write about my experiences with voting as a kid.

My mom used to take me and my sister voting with her all the time. She instilled in us the importance of casting your ballot. As a result, we both go out of our way to make sure we always hit the polls on election day.

I love voting so much that I often clap when I come out of the booth. Even if I can’t stand my candidate (too often, I’m afraid) I LOVE the process: the sounds from the band room next to the voting booths at the school where I vote, the college kids standing out in the rain handing out leaflets, the bubbes and zaydes who work the polls kvetching and gossiping about the neighborhood. It’s such a great experience!

I don’t understand why everyone doesn’t vote. How crazy is that? My sister is a business agent for a union that represents a lot of state workers and she is shocked by how many of them don’t vote. But, she has a simple rule: If you don’t vote, you don’t get to bitch. She and I feel very entitled to our bitching!

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Why Americans Are Fat

I was recently in a supermarket in Florida and I noticed the Tic Tac display.  Tic Tacs, I learned, are now 30% larger, for "More Enjoyable Freshness."  (No, I don’t know what that means either.)

Like most Gen Xers, I grew up with Cherly Tiegs extolling the virtues of the "1 1/2 calorie breath mint."  So, of course, the first thing I did was flip the box over to scrutinize the nutrition information.  These new, bigger mints now have 1.9 calories.  Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, eh?

Ok, sure, no one is getting fat from an extra .4 calorie per Tic Tac.  (Has anyone ever eaten fewer than a handful anyway?)  But it’s part of an overall super-sizing trend that simply isn’t good for us.  I keep thinking the pendulum is going to swing in the opposite direction — micro-portions or something.  Instead, every few months I see a new, and frankly more absurd, example of the "if some is good, lots is great" ethos.  But bigger Tic Tacs might just take the cake (which we undoubtedly will have and eat.)

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You’re getting warmer

It’s cold in New York. Bone-chilling.

This weather calls for hearty fare. No mamby-pamby salads. No sushi (raw, cold fish? Are you kidding?).

No. This weather calls for beef stew. Full fat, big, huge portions. Don’t worry — your body is already burning off all the calories to keep your extremities from freezing off.

So, on Saturday I made this one from O, The Oprah Magazine. Make this dish, now. It’s SO good.

I did have to make a few substitions. My market didn’t have applewood smoked bacon, so I used double smoked. My market also didn’t have beef chuck that hadn’t already been ground. The butcher assured me that rump roast would work, and be better. I’m normally not a fan of animal parts labeled “rump” but when the butcher gives advice, listen. And, he trimmed it and cut it into the appropriately-sized chunks (they all do this — ask!). I used regular canned tomatoes — rather than plum. Finally, I also couldn’t find horseradish mustard, so I mixed a few tablespoons of horseradish into regular Dijon.

A few other notes: I used Courvoisier cognac. It’s good enough for a rap song, I figure it’s good enough for me. When I poured it in, I was hoping for flames. I like a little drama when I cook and nothing adds drama like fire. Next time perhaps I’ll set it on fire just for the heck of it. For the wine I used Ravenwood Old Vine Zinfandel. Yummy, spicy. Perfect for a cold night.

This was one of the most divine dishes I’ve ever eaten. My husband, initially skeptical, wholeheartedly concurred. It definitely had a French country feel with deep, complex flavors. And it did stick to the ribs — but I don’t know who they are kidding when they say it serves six. Six children, maybe.

This stew became a meal with a loaf of crusty bread and a salad of arugula and spinach dressed with sherry viniagrette. It made a frigid night feel toasty.

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I found a better burger

I’m a red meat-eating kind of gal.  But I also like to pretend that I eat healthy.  Enter Better Burger.

Everything is antibiotic, hormone, and nitrate free.  The beef burgers are organic.  And fantastic.  Not in the mood for moo?  They also have turkey, chicken, tuna, soy, veggie, and even ostrich burgers. 

The "fries" are air-baked, also organic, and also yummy.  They also have smoothies, salads, hot dogs, and chili.  Mostly, it’s the little gourmet touches that make this a lunch above ordinary — condiments included Cajun ketchup, chipolte-honey mustard, and spiced wasabi sauce. 

In the mood for a sweet?  They have high-protein brownies and high-energy cookies.

Being bad never felt so good.

Better Burger
178 8th Ave @ 19th St
NYC
212-989-6688
www.betterburgernyc.com

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Am I in the mood for a burrito or sheets?

Only in New York can you walk into a housewares store and walk out with lunch.  At least I think you can only do this in New York.  For the unfamiliar the Bed, Bath & Beyond store in Chelsea has a Cafe (as a friend once put it, "That’s the way Beyond part.").  I don’t love their salads, my usual lunch, but the burritos are fantastic.  (Disclosure: I know less than nothing about Mexican food, so what I think is fantastic is completely relative.)

I particularly like the veggie burrito.  First, because I feel sort of virtuous eating it.  Second, because the carrots and eggplant are sweet and contrast with the spicy salsa.  Yum!

Cafe Beyond
Bed, Bath & Beyond
620 6th Avenue
NYC
212.620.9752
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Lunch: Good company, okay food

My friend Carrie and I had lunch at Mayrose today.  It’s a diner-with-a-twist in the Flatiron District.  I always want it to be better than it is.  In my memories it’s this yummy place, but then I go there and am almost always disappointed.  The meatloaf was so-so, as were the mashed potatoes, and the "mushroom" gravy was gluey.  Sigh.

That’s okay.  Lunches like this aren’t about the food (as uber-agent Joni Evans once said, "I can always find something to eat.").  Carrie and I had a great time and caught up on life, love, and work. 

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