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I did my second shift at the CSA yesterday and everyone was asking what sorrel was – I brought my phone with me this time so I googled it:

Wikipedia says:

Common sorrel has been cultivated for centuries. The leaves may be puréed in soups and sauces or added to salads; they have a flavour that is similar to kiwifruit or sour wild strawberries. The plant’s sharp taste is due to oxalic acid, which is a poison. In small quantities sorrel is harmless; in large quantities it can be fatal.

I felt pretty ridiculous telling people that sorrel tastes like kiwifruit and then I ate it myself while prepping it for soup and they’re actually right. It’s so different from any other green I’ve eaten that I was inspired to take a picture and wrote a blog post. If you’re interested, here’s the recipe for sorrel soup and other things.



In the past thirty minutes I have learned:

  1. Chickens are descended from birds with a much cooler name.
  2. I went years eating maja blanca from the sari-sari store without knowing that it had roots in sick people porridge turned legitimate dessert.
  3. An article exists for a dreaded childhood nickname I suffered with multiple definitions, of which I enjoy bullet point #3 the most.



I’m back now.

.. and it was awesome!!

I went through a period of college angst rivaling post-breakup levels when Chickpea a)switched to baked falafel b)closed down their location at 3rd avenue and St. Mark’s place and deprived me of their quality (though slightly overpriced) fried, high-fat falafel goodness.

It became a “NAME THIS FALAFEL RESTAURANT” restaurant for a while, then it became “Tahini,” and now it’s “Edna’s Falafel Shop”. Typically, I eat around St. Mark’s all the time because of the $5-6 dollar bento boxes from Sunrise Mart, but absent a craving for Japanese food, and absent my beloved Happy Taco Burrito dining partner Noam, I figured I would try something new. I went to Edna’s Falafel Shop and ordered the $5 meal, which is a falafel sandwich with any of the salad toppings you want and a canned soda.

The toppings were fresh, the falafel was fried (!!!), not too crunchy, not too soggy and not too abrasive – also, I think I fell in love with their spicy cabbage topping. Forever. I think I’ve overcome my aversion of 23 3rd Ave.

My New Year’s Eve celebrations were tame, if nonexistent, since I had a (successful!) violin lesson the following day. Even still, I stayed up late enough to watch the ball drop, Douglas made dinner, and I baked COOKIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I chose two recipes for variety, but not really. Cookies are cookies are cookies. Anton, my teacher, likes chocolate chip cookies. The chocolate chip cookies were made from the recipe for My Big, Fat Chocolate Chip Cookies by Tyler Florence. The chocolate cookies were made from the recipe for Chocolate Gooey Butter Cookies by (her sweet southern highbutteryness) Paula Deen. I made the cookies smaller than the recipes called for, but basically followed the directions.

I made a cute little bundle of cookies for Anton and brought it to my lesson, but forgot to take a picture. It was gagalicious, though, in a good way…
I ran out of chocolate cookies way before I ran out of chocolate chip cookies for various reasons, so in the next few days I’m going to make another batch. Noam complained about the shortage.