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due to the soul-crushing humidity, i actually haven't eaten all that much in the past week..... i've been living mostly on seltzer-and-juice. i'm not kidding. if you live in new york, you understand. if you don't, well, i don't want to hear about it if it's not 170% humidity where you are. (as i'm writing this, the cats are looking at me like "cry me a river, fleshy. try dealing with this wearing all this fur. there's a reason that we lie on the floor like road kill all day." to which i say, "well, then maybe you shouldn't try to wriggle away and/or claw me when i'm trying to brush some of that fur off of you, hmmmmmmmm?")

where was i? oh, right, food. so of the bare minimum of caloric intake that i managed this past week, i'd say the best thing i had was an old favorite: hearts of palm dip. i got the recipe from the times a few years ago, and fell head over heels in love with it the first time i made it. it's barely even a recipe: you take two cans of hearts of palm and throw them in a food processor with a clove or two of garlic (do the garlic on its own first for more even distribution), puree till chunky/smooth, and then pour in 1/3 cup good olive oil while the motor is running till it gets fluffy (honestly, it gets fluffy. cloudlike. like puffy cumulous clouds). the recipe calls for chopped scallions, but after the first couple of times, i decided to skip those. oh and stir in a pinch of salt just before you serve it. it's the easiest and most crowd-pleasing thing that i know how to make (though not universally crowd-pleasing.... just after i first made it, stephen's grandfather took us out to peter luger for his birthday, and i started to talk about the dip—i believe i said something like, "i just found the best recipe for hearts of palm..." and stephen's granfather said "jane [his ladyfriend] got some hearts of palm last weekend...and she ruined them with all this garlic!" at which point i decided to move the conversation in another direction....). it's best on crostini, i think.

bonus: the most disappointing thing i ate this week (well, actually, drank): the new green tea frappucino from starbucks. what can i say, i was intrigued, i hunted it down. it tastes basically like melted green tea ice cream, which isn't shocking, and which is actually god for the first few sips. but by the time i got to the middle of the cup, i was completely over it. too sweet, too glutinous. ick. this sounds much better.

p.s.: i don't know why there are so many parentheses in this post, so don't ask me.