UPDATE: And by great 80s song I obviously meant “Come on EILEEN,” not Irene. But with all the facebook posts riffing on that most awesome of karaoke songs by Dexy Midnight Runners, I forgot the real words. My apologies (and thanks Dad for the reminder!) Also does anyone remember that video for it? I remember watching it on VH1’s Pop-Up Video, and I’m pretty sure I remember the filming of the video caused a small revolt within the band. But clearly my memory isn’t the greatest, so take that with a grain of salt.
Perhaps you heard about this crazy lady that stormed the East Coast this past weekend. I think her name was Irene. She’s also in a really great 80s song, and a sort of “meh” movie with Jim Carrey. Well if you didn’t, maybe you should crawl out from under your rock and read about what was the HurriQuake (Quakicane?) Disaster of 2011.
While Mayor Bloomberg was, for once, doing his duty as mayor and running around like crazy evacuating everyone and their mother and shutting down the entire subway system, The BF, Samson and I hunkered down in their apartment for the weekend. I may not be that old, but I basically grew up an hour outside of the city and I have never heard of the entire system shutting down (including MTA and LIRR). My grandma confirms this, and she’s a few years older, just a few though. I guess after that clusterfuck that was the Christmas Blizzard he’s trying to cover his ass. Whatever.
As it turns out, both The BF’s apartment and my own are only 4 blocks from the edge of Evac Zone C. We didn’t really see a need to leave, despite the fact that we both have basement apartments. So we stocked up on essentials (read: beer and pizza), moved some stuff off the floor and put it on higher ground and settled in. I contemplated putting water wings on Boo Boo before I left, but I gave him a bath last week and I think he can swim. I told The Daniels (my roommates) to call if there were problems.
On a related side note, the new line at the bars on Friday night was, “What’s your evac zone?” “Oh I’m not in a zone but I’m like only 2 blocks away from Zone C.” “We’re smack in Zone B, but really, what’s a little rain?” I’m sure the hipsters in Brooklyn took great pride in announcing their evac zones, I’m sure it was a rite of passage for them. I wouldn’t know; I live in non-hipster Queens.
One of our friends, M., was super pumped though. We showed up at the bar a little later than everyone else and he was more excited than a kid before Christmas when he knows he’s getting a trip to Disney World. We were practically ambushed at the door by him, “I’M SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS WEATHER WEEK I’M HAVING GUYS!” Apparently, he had experienced a tornado (that touched down even) in Canada, seen hail the size of softballs, we had that awesome earthquake on Tuesday and now he was settling in to top off the week with a hurricane. I mean, short of having a Zombie Apocalypse there weren’t too many other weather phenomena he could experience.
You need to know one thing about M. though, he gets really excited about a lot of things and he has some of the most off-beat ideas (wine slushies being one of them, though I hear there is a place that now legitimately serves them, so I guess he was on to something). So his grand plan for the hurricane was to watch it roll in on the roof of someone’s house and then chain himself to a fence to get a good look at it. I’m not really sure how much of this was the wine talking or how much was his real enthusiasm, but I have to say, I think we were all a little excited by his talk. His fiancé N. and her younger sister C. were relatively relaxed about the whole thing. They were making trips to Michael’s to get some cross-stitch in case the power went out (by noon Saturday I was already jealous of their plan I was so bored).
Anyway. This dinner I made on Friday. The BF had another crazy week at the office, so I once again brushed off my rusty meat cooking skills and decided I’d make some fancy steak for dinner Friday night. And then Irene came along (screwing up my awesome plans for a BBQ on Saturday) and we turned it into a celebration. The steak wasn’t so bad. I might have over done the marinade. The real star of the evening was the roasted cauliflower, however.
Someday I will tell you the story of how when I was a child I only ate food that was white. Surprisingly (or not, since it is a vegetable), this didn’t include cauliflower, but I freaking love the stuff now. Samson, he doesn’t like cauliflower, and The BF claims to love it, I don’t really know. And both were a little skeptical when I put the meal in front of them. But then Samson said, “What is this? Cauliflower? I never eat cauliflower, and look at me. I’m eating it.” Yeah, it was delicious. And let me tell you, one of the most hands-off side dishes (or if you’re a veggie lover like me, main dish) you can make. This stuff is super crisp when you first pull it out of the oven. If you’re re-heating it, you might want to think about warming it in the oven. The microwave makes it a little soggy. It’s still delicious though.
- 1 head of cauliflower, washed and the florets chopped off
- about 1 tbsp curry powder
- 1½ tsp cumin powder
- olive oil
- salt and pepper
- Pre-heat oven to 400° F.
- Chop the florets off the cauliflower stem, cutting any large pieces into smaller bite sizes and place in a large bowl.
- Drizzle with olive oil and toss to coat.
- Sprinkle seasonings over cauliflower and toss a few more times to coat.
- Scatter in an even layer on a baking sheet and season with salt and pepper.
- Roast for 30-35 minutes, shaking the pan every 10 minutes, until evenly roasted and golden brown.
- Cool slightly before serving.