{"id":1772,"date":"2005-02-17T02:19:00","date_gmt":"2005-02-17T02:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2005\/02\/17\/the-simple-and-the-unsexy"},"modified":"2015-09-24T03:54:29","modified_gmt":"2015-09-24T03:54:29","slug":"the-simple-and-the-unsexy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2005\/02\/the-simple-and-the-unsexy\/","title":{"rendered":"The simple and the unsexy"},"content":{"rendered":"
After a weekend of cream puffs<\/a>, a girl\u2019s got to take a breather. I\u2019ll give it to you straight: I channel the USDA food guide pyramid<\/strong>. I don\u2019t mean the new recommendations announced last month<\/a>, which are well-meaning but unrealistic at best\u2014three cups of dairy products per day for the average adult?!\u2014but rather the concept<\/em> of the food pyramid. I\u2019m not sure how this came to be, but I\u2019m crazy<\/em> about the five major food groups. I love them equally, the way a mother loves her children. Brussels sprouts speak to me as sweetly as crusty bread, and to my ears, the crunch of an apple is as good as the sizzle of a roasting chicken. Nurse Flinn must have done an exemplary job of teaching health class back in third grade. Someone needs to tell her that I\u2019m still waiting for my hard-earned A+ gold star stickers<\/strong>.<\/p>\n Now, this is not to say that I don\u2019t have fried chicken dreams<\/a>, or that I can forgo dessert. I think I\u2019ve made it amply clear that I go weak in the knees before any number of things sweet<\/a>, jammy<\/a>, fruity<\/a>, nutty<\/a>, buttery<\/a>, crunchy<\/a>, cakey<\/a>, creamy<\/a>, or frozen<\/a>. But <\/em>I also want my roasted cauliflower<\/a>, my grains, and a hunk of beast. I want it all<\/em>, damn it. If life itself is the proper binge, as dearly departed Julia once said, I’ve got to make room for everything. Enter that boring \u201cm\u201d word, that thing I mentioned in the first paragraph. If I’m to be civilized and presentable, I must<\/em> have my daily dark chocolate<\/strong>, but not enough to have me moaning and slumped on the floor. Not often, at least. Well, you know me. Ahem.<\/p>\n The foods and recipes I feature most often on Orangette aren’t fancy or complex. I love to eat as much as the next guy, but I also love simplicity\u2014honest food that nourishes, that lets ingredients speak for themselves. And<\/em> that features all five food groups. Truth be told, the majority of my meals consist of simple, unsexy staples<\/strong>: this winter it’s pungent, buttery, melting fontina on coarse bread; unruly greens braised into submission; and, of course, cabbage<\/a>, the season\u2019s princely toad. Sometimes nothing is more welcome than a sunny-side-up egg, flecked with salt and freshly ground pepper, blanketing a bowlful of red lentil dal<\/a>. And lately, there\u2019s been a parade of citrus. Around here, it\u2019s an (heirloom navel) orange a day, perfumed and spicy, spraying bitter orange oil over my fingers and wrists; and after a late, loud, smoky night out, I\u2019ve been known to sneak a slathering of lemon curd on whole wheat toast before bed\u2014your typical rock \u2018n roll gourmandise<\/strong>.<\/p>\n And this week, after so much whipped cream and whatnot, I\u2019m reaching for warm chickpea salad.<\/p>\n
Moderation is horribly unglamorous, I know<\/strong>. But, dear reader, I also know that you\u2019re the sort who values truth\u2014ugly, unwashed, morning breath and all.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n