Monthly Archive for September, 2010

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Cooking With Nicole! Cooking Tip: Bell Peppers

This semester, I’m teaching a class that involves, amongst other things, creating author platforms. In other words, how to market your self as a “brand.” Which is hilarious, on a number of levels, but especially because everything I’ve learned has been the hard way. I had no idea what to expect when I sold Tempest Rising. I’d not planned on being an author, and hadn’t spent years talking to people at cons, or befriending other writers, or reading books on the Craft or the Business. What I did was randomly write a book from my little corner of the Ivory Tower, and when it sold, I was dropped right into the soup.

So I am learning as much from this class and from my students as, hopefully, my students are learning from my (mis)adventures as a newbie author. And one of the things we’re talking about in the class is sustainability, or how you can actually do what you say you’re going to do. My bug bear is, and always has been, blogging. Unless I’m traveling, going to a con, or randomly hit by inspiration, I have no idea what to blog about. In other words, it’s hard for me to sustain my blogging. One of the things we’ve talked about in the class is having thematic subjects regularly to blog about, or blogging about your interests, or challenging yourself to a new hobby that you can then blog about, in terms of your engagement, success, etcetera.

And that was my a-ha! moment. I decided to do a combination of the above, with cooking. I’m a good cook (my parents were caterers on the side when I was growing up), and I love cooking, but I never do it anymore. I’m always “too busy,” “in a rush,” whatever. So one of the things I wanted to do this year was get back into cooking. And then I realized that was a great opportunity for blogging: It’s a passion of mine, it’s something I want to do for me and I like to share, so why not blog about what I love?

So I’m going to start a new blog series, here, called Cooking With Nicole. It’s not going to be a regularly scheduled thing, but I’ll do it as I have time and inspiration.

What do you think?

To give you a taste, I thought I’d start the series with a cooking tip on how to make perfect bell pepper strips, for either fancy dipping or chopping, like you might want for a mango salsa recipe or any other recipes where the pepper will clearly be seen.

Start by cutting the top and bottom off the bell pepper. You can either eat these, throw them away, or chop them up on their own depending on what you’re serving and why.

Next, make an incision vertically down the red pepper. Then, run your knife along the inside of the pepper, like so:

This cleanly removes the guts of the pepper and any of the bitter, white connective tissues holding them in place. After which, you should be left with a clean pepper smile:

…that you can easily slice into perfect, aesthetically pleasing, admittedly a little OCD strips of bell pepper:

These are also very easy to chop, and they make a nice, clean, even and proportional diced pepper for raw salsas, dips, and other recipes where your bell pepper won’t get stewed and mushy. That said, this is also a really easy method for chopping that actually saves you a lot of time, once you get used to it.

And I always eat the ends . . . so it doubles as snack time. :-)

Next time on Cooking With Nicole, I’ll be sharing my favorite Cuban black beans recipe . . . Sofrito here we come!

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Things I like: Something for the Ears, Something for the Eyes, and Something for the Tatas…

Hello my lovely friends. I know it’s been a ridiculously long while since I’ve spent any quality time with you, here at the Emporium. Life is good at Casa Peeler, if a bit sweaty. The apartment may be lovely, but it’s sans air con and there’s been a heat wave in Pennsylvania, so I’ve been panting and heaving like the star of a Tijuana donkey show up here. Which star, you ask? Either! I do kinda have big ears…

On the work note, it’s going well, I think. I really adore my colleagues and am really enjoying my students. The first year at a new school is always a bitch, but I keep telling myself at least it’s not my first year teaching, ever. THAT was hell. This is merely the stuff you have to endure to get to your second year, which is ridiculously easier.

But this isn’t about my life . . . it’s about my tastes. And sharing with you some Things I Like. First of all, I’ve got some things for your ears that I think you might enjoy. It’s two bands that I absolutely adore and have become my recent running staples (besides, of course, the Dropkick Murphys). I think I’ve talked about them, before, somewhere, but I want to revisit them. Because I heart them hard.

The first band is a group of lads from West London, who absolutely leaven my bread. I think they’re all ridiculously adorable, in that befuddled, be-vested way that only an Englishman can rock and not look like a twat. I also love their music: I love the instruments, love the vocals, but I also really, really like the lyrics. Listen closely to this one, it’s one of my favorites:

And then there’s this loveliness, which makes me dance around like a pagan (at least in my mind) every time I hear it:

My next choice for your ears, is a band called Airborne Toxic Event. They’re super cerebral, in some ways, as their name implies (it’s the title of a section of DeLillo’s novel White Noise). They also have a lot of stringed instruments (I’m a sucker for a cello), and some serious dork chic aesthetics. Finally, they share a rawness and honesty of experience with Mumford and Sons that I adore. Everyone’s lived through a version of this song, at some point in their life:

And then there’s this lil beauty. So sweet, and so sexy . . .

Let’s burn ourselves up till we scream, indeed. ;-)

Besides treats for your ears, I promised you a treat for the eyes. Now, for a lot of you, you’ve probably already seen it. But some of you may have been like me and totally missed out on this show. It’s Veronica Mars. It’s on Netflix. And I’m OBSESSED:

It has a lot of rough moments, and a lot of “OMG GO TELL YOUR FATHER” moments. But for the most part, it’s charming and smart and fun. It’s also the most realistic portrayal of high school I’ve ever seen. Granted, that means it’s mostly too-clean and too-pretty, but it’s way closer. There’s real sex, and real drugs, and real drinking, and some of the seediness and delight that was high school. Obviously not for me, I was busy helping old ladies across the street and volunteering at the soup kitchen, but I heard that’s what some kids got up to, and stuff.

Finally, I have something for your tatas, ladies. I’ve been telling people about this store so much they need to make me part of their marketing department. It’s just that I’ve got big boobs. They’re not huge, but big enough that it’s a pain in the butt to buy bras. Mostly because the pretty ones never make it above a C cup. So I go to a store, and walk around saying, “Ooo, pretty . . . not in my size. Oooo, nice . . . not in my size.” And then my friend Mary Lois took me to the Intimacy in Houston. Intimacy isn’t cheap, people. The bras are pricy, some very much so, depending on the kind. But it’s the service you pay for.

At Intimacy, they whisk you off into a room where a kind, very professional lady surveys your hooters. Then she leaves you, only to return with piles of bras. All of which . . . ARE IN YOUR SIZE. So you don’t wander the store, feeling like a boob-freak. You try on bra after bra, all of which fit! it’s like magic! It’s like what women with B-cups feel like! My experience was heaven, and although I spent a lot of money on “just bras,” my back, my boobs, and my silhouette have thanked me.

Meanwhile, it’s not just for the mammary-blessed. Intimacy also has a huge selection of all sizes of bra, although they do pride themselves on specializing on hard-to-fit sizes, like the super-small, the super-large, or the super-large combined with the super-small (so big cup size on small frame, or vice versa).

Now if only they had this puppy in my size:

Danger Boobs! Danger Boobs!

All right, folks. I have a ton of work to do and the night is getting on. But I wanted y’all to know I was thinking of you, your ears, your eyes, and your tatas. Because I’m caring like that!

Any recent finds that you’d like to share of spectacular music, especially (I’m getting bored with my running mix), or anything else?

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