Food and Me

Go, Tribe!

I started writing a post about my home team, the Cleveland Indians, in the World Series on October 24.  Today is Game Seven and I'm about to change my title to Oh, Tribe!  (Both my hands holding my shaking head.)

In the meantime, I've been enjoying making some baseball watching snacks here at home.


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I'm about done with my 60-day new girl status at Zingerman's Bakehouse.  Getting a job there, being able to answer the question, "So what do you do?" with "Oh, I work at Zingerman's," was a huge goal of mine.

I work in the savory kitchen where we make sandwiches, salads, and soups on a daily basis.  On Wednesdays, we offer grilled cheese sandwiches hot off the press to pair with that day's soup, creamy tomato.  (Yes, "mmmmm", is the right response to that sentence.)

During the winter months, we also make pasties, a tradition from Cornwall, England, that are very popular in Michigan.  We make beef and vegetarian versions of the hearty, flaky hand pies on Thursdays and Fridays.

A history of pasties can be found here.

Besides working for a shining star in the food world, my favorite part of my job so far is the warm welcome I've received from my new colleagues.  I am a lucky girl.

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Hot Chocolate

Hot cocoaI have always loved hot chocolate.  It has been my favorite version of a chocolate fix.  I would occasionally treat myself to a Ho-Ho.  I had a Twix and Three Musketeer phase.  A mint chocolate chip ice cream spree.  But nothing's lasted as long as my love for hot chocolate.

Growing up, my go-to hot chocolate was the Swiss Miss variety.  In college, I found some different packets of the powdered stuff...Land O Lakes, which had "fancy" flavors like mint or raspberry or caramel.  On cold, dark nights in southeastern Ohio, a cup of that with some hot water courtesy of the hot plate was considered heaven.

When I first started to date G, it was winter time in Michigan.  I remember being at his apartment and craving a warm beverage.

"You wouldn't have any hot chocolate, would you?"

"Sure," he said.  "It's up in the cupboard.  Help yourself."

I looked for the familiar light blue cardboard box with the Swiss Miss on it, but couldn't find it.  Then I realized that his hot chocolate came in a container with a lid, marked Ghirardelli.  What was this magical elixir?  I started to read the directions and reached for the tea kettle to boil water.

"What are you doing?  You use milk.  Just warm up some milk in the microwave."

Milk?  Fancy hot chocolate AND milk?  What was this decadence?  I followed his instructions and proceeded to have the tastiest mug of hot chocolate I'd ever experienced.

To this day, if I crave a hot chocolate fix, I go for the container of Ghirardelli that we always have in the pantry.

 I've never laid eyes on that Swiss Miss girl again.