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swim good
This is Sarah — I went to college with Sarah, back when we were all a little younger, but her voice just as stunning. I first heard this Frank Ocean cover a few days ago, and when I listened to the real Frank Ocean today, Sarah was still on my mind. She has a real talent for music, and she writes, sings, plays and accompanies with a sweet smoothness. Her original work is chillingly beautiful, and her covers of Rihanna, Kanye, and Taio Cruz are spot on lovely.
I haven’t seen or spoken with Sarah since she left Moorhead many years back, but I have a few thoughts from the time I spent around her. Sarah is completely devoted to music, and in days when venues were in basements of startup independent coffee shops, in the backs of bowling alleys, or in lounges of dormitories, she was there with her keyboard and her voice. She could charm an audience of one or twenty or fifty to a hundred, it didn’t matter, it was apparent that she just loved performing; and she did it so gently, so calmly, so warmly.
Come February I will see Sarah in Brooklyn when the band she’s touring with, WHY? comes to Williamsburg Music Hall. You can catch more of Sarah on her website, where you can download her sweet grooves, or her tumblr, where you hear more of her recordings (and see how much fun she’s having touring Europe).
tot york city
If there’s one thing I’ve brought with me — and indefinitely cannot scrape away from my character — its my love for all things weird Midwest cuisine. Anything hearty with a dash of strange, from a can, and socially questionable is all good in my book.
Here’s the problem: NO ONE UNDERSTANDS. People here don’t “get” why anyone would put “mayonnaise” in their “jello.” They don’t understand the logistics of a Midwest meal, why people would, by their own free will, use cream of mushroom soup for ANYTHING, EVER.
Let me assure you — assuming that most, if not all of the audience reading this is from the prairie — I am working on them. These people that don’t buy into the hotdishes and salads, who were raised on normal, BORING food in Connecticut, California, Texas and Maryland; to them I say, you gotta try this.
I have made Totdish (as it’s been shortened to in true New York diction) twice now for my roommates & co. The first time I was about 80% confident they might like it, and 20% certain they’d never trust my food again. I was already on thin ice, being the only roommate not to conjure up some sort of mushroom risotto paired with a perfect red, brine a beef shoulder for 9 hours or make chocolate chip cookies (chochicoo’s, as they should probably be shortened to) from scratch. These were my skeptics, and Totdish was my time to shine.
Through no recipe of my own, I foraged for the ingredients. The price tag was about $12 to make an entire 9 x 13 pan of totty goodness, which made me momentarily ponder if I was about to commit a crime of evict-able proportions. I set my doubt aside and carried on the magic.
When the Totdish was pulled from the oven, my roommates were rounded up at the table. Each scooped a small portion on their plate, braced themselves with ketchup and beverages, and apprehensively tasted what I’d assured them would change their lives.
And did it ever.
Naysayers turned believers, and Totdish prevails.
Here’s my recipe (altered from an All Recipes version) — though I’m sure all those reading this have been making it long before me, and have their own lovingly-used paper recipe card in their kitchens already! (Please also note that I’m the furtherest person from having any culinary credibility.)
Totdish
You will need:
• 1 pound extra-lean ground beef (Note: I have made this vegetarian using MorningStar beef crumbles, and the taste and texture are on par with real ground beef.)
• 1 onion, chopped
• 2 cloves crushed garlic
• 1 (10.75 ounce) can condensed cream of mushroom soup
• 1/2 (10.75 ounce) can milk
• 1 (32 ounce) package tater tots
• 1 package shredded cheddar cheese
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Salt and pepper to taste
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Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Sauté onions and garlic until tender. Cook ground beef (if you are using MorningStar crumbles, cook them in about 1 Tbsp olive oil and season with salt and pepper) and combine with onions and garlic. Mix cream of mushroom soup with milk. Layer the meat, soup mix, 3/4 bag of cheese, and tater tots in a 9×13 baking dish. Sprinkle top with remaining cheese. Bake for 25-30 minutes, until tots are golden brown. Feed your loved ones. Hooray!
city stuff: strangers swooping in for the pickup, then swiftly aborting mission.
[ Starbucks, Union Square, 3pm ]
I’m sitting drinking coffee and tinkering with my iPad at a table alone. Enter man in late 30’s dressed in uniform: checkered pants, crisp white top, kitchen clogs.
Man: Excuse me, can I sit here? (Points to seat next to me.)
JC: Sure. (The place is crowded, and this was not the first time I’d been asked to share my table)
Man: My name is Danny, I am a chef! (I turn to look at Danny as he introduces himself. He puts out his hand to shake mine. I shake his hand. It has recently had lots of lotion on it. It is soft and smells like my mother’s lotion, So Pink, from The GAP. Danny does not want to let go of my hand.) OH! My. You look just like my sister!
JC: Really. (Trying to pull away my hand.)
Danny: Yes! Where you from?
JC: North Dakota.
Danny: No, where you FROM!
JC: I suppose I’m Scandinavian…
Danny: You married?
JC: (I quickly scan my mind for a way out of this, but am wearing not a single ring to even attempt faking it.) No.
Danny: You have boyfriend?
JC: Yes.
Danny: Is he AMERICAN?
JC: Yes, he is American!
Danny: OK! (Pauses) Nice to meet you! (Grabs my hand once again, comments on how soft it is, then begins to bring my hand up to his cheek, so as to nuzzle it, and kiss it goodbye.)
JC: (Pulling hand away) OKAY DANNY! OKAY! BYE!
JC: (Hands smell of Danny’s lotion…)








