Blueberry Sauce

I woke up late this morning and wanted a smallish breakfast before exercising and getting ready. I toasted half a bagel and topped it with peanut butter, but it didn't look complete. It needed something sweet. And that sweetness came from blueberries.

-2 cups fresh blueberries
-1/4 cup sugar
-1 heaping tablespoon cornstarch
-2 tablespoons lemon juice

Five minutes over the stove, and I have one beautiful bagel topping. It was also nummy with ice cream after dinner.

Pretty Food

Finally! A chance to write an actual post! Let's ignore the fact that I should technically be reading papers for tomorrow's class, shall we?

I spent this weekend studying for my Collection Development & Management midterm and working on the website for my new comic strip. Unfortunately, this means blogging fell by the wayside...again. I can only keep up with so many creative endeavors at once!

Of course, I managed to squeeze in plenty of time in the kitchen. It helps that my laptop is in the same room, so that I can study, draw, code, and bake all at once ^-^ In my last post I alluded to blueberry bagels, and of course I never just stop at an allusion.


Tada! I used Peter Reinhardt's recipe again, kneading in the blueberries while I was incorporating the last of the flour before kneading and shaping. In a word, it was messy. I was covered in flour an sticky juice by the end.


Instead of making 8 bagels like last time, I shaped the recommended 6...and though I was alarmed at first at eating such big baked goods I found that a single one with cream cheese will do for breakfast.


Hah. Take that mid-morning munchies.

Another new favorite carbohydrate: spinach wraps. Yes, I am aware that they are refined fiber-and-mineral-lacking junk masquerading as "healthy." But they're green and pretty, and Kroger didn't have any other decent options in burrito size. All of their high fiber options are the teeny ones, and I wanted a real wrap. For dinner yesterday I made my first ever burritos.



Beans, rice, avocado, tomato and salsa in mine; beef, rice, salsa and cheddar in Sweetie's. Betcha can't tell whose is whose in the photo :p Sweetie didn't trust the green. But he did like the burrito--he hates drippy tacos, and the rice took care of that here. I was so pleased with the results that I made another wrap for lunch today.


Roasted red pepper hummus, grated carrot, and olives with leaves of romaine to keep the tortilla from getting soggy. I also brought strawberries and snacks.


The wrap was filling enough that I didn't eat the strawberries...but don't worry, I just remedied that at dinner.


A bubble-gum pink strawberry slushy! I put the neglected strawberries in the Vitamix with half a frozen banana and about 5 ice cubes, then whirred away until it produced one beautiful tart summer drink. Such a pretty drink necessitated a pretty entrée, of course.



The toaster oven strikes again! I topped some of my homemade bread with ham and Gruyère before toasting, then topped the cheese with blueberries for a tart contrast to the smoky-sweet cheese.


I love it when my food is pretty. Meals just aren't as satisfying to me if they're not bursting with color.

Now. I should probably tackle that reading. But there's a comic weighing down on my brain....

Katie's Giveaway

I'm at school now, and don't have my camera nor any decent amount of time to post, but I just wanted to advertise that Katie of Health for the Whole Self is giving away a $50 gift certificate to CSN stores here! And as irrational as it is to significantly decrease my chances of winning by several of your guys' entries just to score one extra entry for myself, I do it because I really, really want an ice cream maker. Or maybe some free weights, because my upper body strength is non-existent. In any case, go ye forth and twitter some tweets.

My New Toy

In the interest of self-preservation, I basically dropped out of cyberspace for the past week. I've been dealing with drama in the family, drama in life, and a ton of internal body-and-food-related drama (prompted by the aforementioned dramas) that you're all very familiar with by now. Plus I've been plain old-fashioned busy.

But yesterday, after my school-week obligations ended, I was determined to enjoy a completely drama-free weekend. I celebrated by finally breaking out the new toy that arrived on my doorstep Monday.


Toaster oven! I've wanted one of these since I was little, but my parents said there was no point since we already had a toaster and a microwave. But after years of enduring unevenly melted cheese from the microwave and angrily prying bagels out of the toaster with forks, Sweetie and I decided to buy one. (1) Since I've been so busy, I haven't had time to feed him, and with this he can make his own nachos, garlic toast, whatever while I'm gone. (2) When making the aforementioned garlic toast (or dinner rolls etc.), it will not be necessary to waste electricity powering and pre-heating the enormous oven. And (3) my toaster is dead. Lately, no matter how far I turn the dial, the toaster pops up with barely warmed halves of English muffin.

Enter the Elite 4-slice toaster oven, found at Target.com but purchased at Amazon so I could shave off $9 with Super Saver shipping :D We tested it out on nachos for Sweetie first, with pleasant results. No more hardened bubbles of cheese in the center of the plate! Then I made my beautiful concoction: an avocado, tomato and colby-jack grilled cheese.


Lesson #1: stay by the toaster oven when it's on, because it did begin to smoke and I had to make an emergency stop. Lesson #2: do not pile food up close to the heating coils to make it smoke.


Oops.


It was still tasty, though. And look how well it did with the cheese.

This morning I used it again for another English muffin, and took great delight in simply emptying the tray of crumbs into the trash without having to shake and curse with the fire of the devil within me to clean it out. Now I must make bagels. I very rarely have because no matter what I do, they never fit in the slots of the toaster, and a microwaved bagel is really lame...but expect to see a lot of blueberry-studded beauties in my future!

Conclusion: My Brain = Wacked

Usually I start my posts with personal matters or philosophical rants, but today I thought I'd switch it up and put the meat first and save the meat of the matter for afterwards, just in case y'all have more pressing concerns and just want to see the pretty pictures already.

Breakfasts (Photo repeats):



Lunches:


Dinner:



Desserts:



(Source, since I'm too lazy to take my own photos)

Now, to explain the post title. Since I've gotten into the swing of Intuitive Eating, uninstalling the calorie-tracking software in my brain and eating whatever I feel like when the hunger strikes, I've been paying close attention to things about my body and life. Here are some things I've noticed:

(1) I'm ridiculously strong. I think the last time I felt what it's like to run without feeling weak or hungry or completely incapacitated for the rest of the day was in the ninth grade. It's truly bizarre to me not to have to stop because I feel hungry, and to actually want to run around when I'm feeling antsy.

(2) The real sources of my stress have been pinpointed. There are some truly toxic people in the world. These toxic people are now weeded out of my life and my head. I've also had some stress that I can't do much about, but at least I know that's what's making me feel bad, not my looks or any inherent flaws I imagine I have.

(3) My pants have been feeling tighter, and I think my bra cup-size is too small. My arms look less skinny than they did a few weeks ago, and I believe I'm settling into my natural ideal weight.

Now, regarding number 3. Here's what I did today to come to terms with it, and this may be controversial: I weighed myself. My reasoning was that in order to come to terms with my comfortable size, I would have to face up to the number and say, "You mean nothing." No matter what the machine said, I would not feel bad about myself or give up my new-found freedom. As the water drew for my post-run, pre-lunch bath, I stepped on the heavy white square.

123.8

...

That's two pounds less than it was two weeks ago.

...

Do you know what this means?

It means that my brain is absolutely, indisputably wacked. My arms are NOT getting bigger. My clothes are NOT getting tighter. I'm 5'2" and 124 pounds and I'm trying to "come to terms" with a "larger" body size? No wonder Sweetie always rolls his eyes when I proclaim bravely that I have accepted my non-ideal natural body type. I obviously need to reevaluate my body image.

It also means that I need new clothes. If these feel "tight" now, what the heck could I have been thinking last year when I bought them five pounds heavier? Since it's summer now, I'm wearing a lot of flowy skirts, so I won't have to go shopping until the weather gets cooler. But when I do, I'm determined to buy things that fit properly and don't make me feel bad about myself every morning when I get dressed.

Busy with Blueberries

A while back I read an article about an 88-year-old woman who was hospitalized because she ate so much raw bok choy in the belief that it would cure her diabetes that the glucosinolates suppressed her thyroid.

So I've been careful not to let the vast numbers of blueberries in my system have the same effect. I figure a good sign to stop will be when my skin turns purple.

On Friday morning I made good on my threat to try greek yogurt again with my daily dose of Cyanococcus.


I used to attempt to eat tart greek or strained yogurts, but always had to douse them in tons of honey to make it go down. I couldn't understand why all the other bloggers were hailing it as the gorgeous, creamy food of the gods and eating it with Vitatops for dessert. You know what was missing in my cup? Fat. There is a world, nay, a galaxy between Fage 0% and 2% milkfat. One definite perk of Intuitive Eating was that it allowed me to discover the wonders of a greek yogurt that hasn't been raped by calorie paranoia.

One downside of Intuitive Eating, though, is that I was forced to admit that an entire container of the stuff was too much for one sitting. I only consumed half of what's pictured before I didn't feel like eating anymore, and had to stash the rest in the fridge for snacking later. Sad. What's also sad is that because I only ate that half for breakfast, I was starving by 10. But then another perk popped up: I had a super-yummy Promax bar to chomp into! (By the way, are you sensing anything insidious to this Intuitive Eating thing? It sets me up for crisis, then swoops in just in time to strengthen my faith in it. Imagine if money was involved). Anyway, I have determined that I lovelovelove Promax bars. It didn't taste like the stuff in the chem lab waste bin, and it kept my stomach content until I could come home at 1:30. I can understand why eaternotarunner used to eat them every day for lunch when she was having acid reflux issues.

Saturday's breakfast was even more blueberry-happy, if you can picture it.


Well, now you can. Lovely on my tongue...not so lovely on my frying pan. The rough side of the sponge was necessary to get the cooked juice off, which tore me up inside as I tore up that handy nonstick surface.

As I was baking the pizza for our traditional Saturday lunch, I snagged some of the oven heat for muffins. Don't tell me you didn't see this coming. I consulted this recipe from CookingLight for Lemon-Blueberry Muffins, substituting white whole wheat for the all-purpose flour and three tablespoons of canola oil for the butter. Since I didn't have any lemons on hand for the rind, I must strike out the "lemon" part of the title, and replace it with the word "monster."


I knew I had filled the cups up more than usual, but good grief. Maybe it was the lemon juice I added to the soy milk to make "buttermilk." The ones on CookingLight look so tiny and cute...but I won't say no to more muffin for me.


Look at those oozy juices. Once again, pretty to look at, but not so pretty to scrub out of the muffin tin. Being a food blogger, my first move was to dump one into a creamy cup of more 2% Fage (and yes, I did make a special trip to Kroger just to kill my craving for some. The Intuitive Eating made me do it).


I know I said this about my bran muffins last time, but why on earth have I been tolerating under-sweetened muffins all these years? These certainly weren't cake, but had just the right level of sweetness to unleash the sugar monster from within. After gobbling this down, I had to tap into more Intuitive Eating mantras to keep myself from diving into the freezer for another.

Now, I have something to say about dinner. It didn't have anything to do with blueberries, but it was a huge occasion for me. No, we didn't celebrate anything. I didn't try anything new. But this is what went down: around 4:30 my tummy was starting to rumble, so I asked Sweetie if it was about time to start dinner. He said he wasn't hungry yet, and that I should have a snack. A month ago I would have panicked--wouldn't having a snack mean I'd exceed my calorie limit for the day? But I valiantly sliced up a banana and savored it with peanut butter, then returned to work on my take-home midterm. Four pages and a zillion citations later, I hit Ctrl-S and looked at the clock--it was 8pm. I set the steamer to boil and mixed the onion-beef filling for nikkuman, when...

BAM! Hungerhungerhungerhunger. What the heck. Half an hour prior I was perfectly fine, and suddenly I felt like I had walked ten miles through the desert and depleted every molecule of glycogen in my body. So this is why Sweetie's always so frustratingly vague about when he wants to eat. He just doesn't think about food until, out of the blue, he biologically needs it. He informs me this is "normal," and when I think about it, this is the way I was as a kid too. Now I'm afraid to have children of my own--their natural, internal schedules would be too disruptive for my neatly ordered world.

Fortunately, these little meat dumplings only take 20 minutes to make, and miso soup but a few seconds.


Numnum. And having fed myself properly, I didn't feel like snacking for the rest of the night. If you've ever been around me at 10pm, that should come as a shock.

This post is already long, but I must make mention that the blueberry fest hasn't stopped for a long shot. Le petit-déjeuner:



Awww, Intuitive Eating strikes again. Poor lonesome berry rolling off to escape exile to depths of the trash can. Unfortunately for you, there's no point in stashing a single spoonful of oatmeal in the fridge. But you lead a good life.

A Quick Tidbit from the Friends of Irony

Mwahaha.

The more I read of Intuitive Eating, the easier it's getting to follow ET&ER's advice. For one thing, they actually give more of it towards the end, since the first half is basically a long psych-up session.

One big issue that keeps interfering, though, is stress from money and school. Stress eating I have a handle on. Stress-induced illness I do not. My acid reflux, which I thought I had beaten down with an onslaught of exercise and medication, has come back with a vengeance, thanks to its allies the busy schedule and the big pile o' worries. It's difficult to "feel your fullness" when the only thing you feel after a meal is some phantom creature gnawing at your organs from the inside out.

Still, I don't have episodes of ravenous hunger anymore, and I'm not preoccupied during class or at the library by thoughts of my next meal. Food also tastes a lot better now that I'm not afraid to slather the hummus on my sandwich or pour chocolate syrup into my soy milk, if that's what my post-running tummy wants.

I thought I'd be working on schoolwork this afternoon, but Sweetie IM'd and said he wanted nachos for dinner. Nachos necessitate cheese, of which we had none. So off to the grocery store I went, where I was lured by seductive displays and enormous "sale" signs to impulsively throw an entire quart of these into my cart:


What the heck am I going to do with an entire quart of blueberries? I snacked on a handful with dinner, and they were suitably sweet and delicious, but I'm not the sort to plow through a container of fruit on its own. My first thought was to make blueberry bran muffins, but bran is pretty heavy and autumn-oriented, and blueberry muffins are supposed to be light, cakey things. I could throw them in my morning oatmeal, but with the weather in the high 90s every day, how often would I want hot oats? So I thought about what other bloggers do with their "bloobs." Why, they make yogurt messes, of course. So after my evening class I detoured to the Sahara Mart, the only place in that, to my knowledge, sells goat's milk yogurt.

Imagine my heartbreak when I discovered that the goat's milk yogurt I bought last time for $3.50 was on sale. A five-serving tub regularly costs $8. Though I've been loosening the reigns on my spending lately to allow for treats like Snickers protein bars, $8 is more than I make in an hour. I sniffled pathetically in the grocery aisles and settled for a 99¢ on-sale cup of Fage. It's made with cow's milk, and it didn't go down perfectly the last time I tried it, but I'm ever hopeful that those doctors aren't lying when they say that nibbling dairy over time can increase lactose tolerance.

Of course, I couldn't leave the store with just the yogurt....


Note the excess of Clearance stickers. Not being Kroger, Sahara Mart has a lot of left-over stock and has a constant supply of 50% off stickers to put on everything. Mwahaha. I have here a fruit & nut Swiss Toblerone, a gourmet German Milka, and a smattering of Tiger's Milk bars, of which I was reminded by the aforementioned Toblerone and Milka because I basically lived off of them when my mother and I visited Germany/Austria/Switzerland six years ago. They're half the price of the other bars I've been buying, so I'm anxious to see if they have the same sustaining effect.

When I got home I set about baking a batch of plain granola to go with my yogurt and blueberries.


And while I was at it, I made bran muffins anyway, sans berries.


I ate the last muffin my freezer with breakfast yesterday, and the oven was warm, so what the heck. I used the same recipe as last time, only I left out the raisins because I want to be able to put any spread I like in with them. Raisins and strawberry jam don't jive well.

Psuedo-Food, Plus some Real Meals

Yesterday I threatened to fill my kitchen cupboards with the coveted Balance Bar. Unfortunately, my miserly side got in the way of my self-improvement side, and as I stood in front of the row of nutritionally enhanced goodies at Kroger the $1.50 price tag was just too strong to beat down. I did, however, pick up a couple of varieties on sale:


Can you tell that I was craving peanuts at the time? I have methodically made my way through three bars, with these results: the Pure Protein tastes like it was dumped straight out of the test tube and into the package (i.e. will not buy again), but the Power Bars taste like Snickers. This may be because they essentially are Snickers.

Recovery Bar:

Snickers:

Ten fewer grams of sugar and eight more grams of protein...whoo. The Snickers even has more fiber and Vitamin A!

Regardless, I have a secret to share. Take note, because this is the only time I'm going to put the incriminating confession in print: I love protein bars! Not for the taste, or the supposed convenience, and certainly not for the cost...but because when I ate one this morning during my class break, the rumbly in my tumbly just stopped. As in, I didn't think about food for the rest of the morning. I had to evaluate my hunger signals before digging in to lunch, whereas I usually would have been thinking about it for a full hour before, consoling myself to wait so I wouldn't get hungry during the afternoon. These synthetic, heavy-metal-laced candy bars are magical, I tell you. Placebo effect? Maybe. But I'll take it.

Don't worry; I've also been eating "real" food. Like kid-friendly breakfasts...



And All-American lunches...


And hearty dinners like maple mustard chicken,


Sweet & sour noodles (using the same basic recipe as the beef and bok choy hotpot, only with tofu instead of meat and no bok choy)


And the crowning glory of the week, Ginger-Lime Tilapia with Curried Orzo

For the orzo:
-1/4 a sweet onion, chopped
-1/2 cup grated carrot
-1 tablespoon minced garlic
-1/2 teaspoon curry powder
-1/2 cup orzo pasta
-1 cup chicken broth
-1/2 cup water

Sauté the onion, carrot, and garlic in a little olive oil. Stir in the pasta and curry powder, then pour in the chicken broth and water. Cover and simmer for about ten minutes, until the water is absorbed. Top with chopped green onions or fresh herbs for looks.


For the fish:
-two Tilapia fillets, thawed
-juice of half a lime
-1 tablespoon mirin
-1 teaspoon ground ginger
-chicken broth
-all-purpose flour, salt, and pepper

Pour the lime juice, mirin, ginger, and enough chicken broth over the fillets to cover them. Marinate the fish for a few hours in the refrigerator. Come dinner time, when your orzo is bubbling away, heat a puddle of olive oil in a skillet. Dredge the fish in a mixture of the flour, salt, and pepper, then fry until crispy and brown. Blot on paper towels if necessary before serving.


All together now:


If I had fancy dishes and place mats I could have made this look as mouthwatering and elegant as it tasted. Because of our lackluster experience with orzo, and downright unhappy experience with fish, Sweetie was hesitant to try any bit of this meal. He tried the orzo first because at least it shouldn't have sharp bones poking out, and gobbled it down surprisingly amiably. When the orzo was almost gone, he poked and picked at the fish...and burst into a new galaxy with snacky happiness.



I exaggerate, but the orzo and fried fish really were swoon-worthy. Maybe the quality of the Tilapia was higher than usual, or maybe my marinade was pure genius, but the resulting fish was sweet and complex and perfectly crispy. As for the orzo, I think I should add curry to things more often. I tried the same carrot & curry combination in my second batch of lentils and rice for lunch today, and it was definitely superior to my first bland attempt.

Irony

At Katie's recommendation, I've been reading this book, which I bought on Amazon because no local libraries held it:


Intuitive eating: A revolutionary program that works by Evelyn Tribole and Elyse Resch. I'm reading the original early 90s edition because it was 99¢ and because I'm pretty sure no earth-shattering discoveries on intuitive eating have been made between then an now that would significantly impact the validity of its content.

I read a lot of self-help books when I was trying to recover from post-anorexia binge eating in my late teens, but every single one was just another brand of "dieting." This book embodies all the knowledge I've picked up from reading other books like Rethinking Thin and The Obesity Myth, plus it's brought to my attention thought patterns I hadn't previously acknowledged. For example, I "numb" my biological hunger with beverages because it's been pounded into my head that hunger pangs are usually dehydration. I secretly believe I "can't be trusted with food" because I've been told repeatedly that certain foods are "sinful," "indulgent," or "forbidden."

However, I have stumbled onto a paradoxical situation by reading this book when it comes to binging. "How?" you ask. "Isn't the point of this book to abolish the starving/binging cycle caused by chronic dieting?" Well, the authors first state:

"Last Supper eating...is triggered by the sincere belief that you will never get to eat a particular food again. The threat of deprivation becomes so powerful that all reason is lost and you find yourself eating...even if you are not hungry."

Innocuous enough, right? But another theme they repeat is:

"Once you truly know you can eat whatever you want, the intense urge to eat greatly diminishes...Ironically, many of our clients discover that the very foods they prohibited and craved, are no longer desirable once they can be eaten freely."

And you know what's really ironic? The fact that after reading these passages I promptly ate every last scone and brownie in my sweets box (there were only a couple of each, but I wasn't eating because I was hungry). The authors had essentially just told me that once I master intuitive eating, these foods won't taste good anymore. So of course my natural response was to anticipate deprivation of these tastes and grab as much as I could while I could still enjoy it! The very notion that I'll be eating intuitively one day made me engage in Last Supper eating.

See, though the authors ostensibly are anti-diet, the way they describe their intuitive eating plan is robed more or less the same way. They tout body acceptance, but every few pages proclaim, "This or that client was shocked that by eating what he really craved, he finally lost that 20 pounds he'd tried to diet away for all those years." Their program "encourages natural weight loss," says the back cover. Though they don't advocate restriction, the message that the followers of intuitive eating will be happy and thin, not just the former, elicits in me the same anxieties that calorie counting does.

I don't hold this against ET and ER, because they do want to sell copies of this book, after all. But it does mean that I'll have to fight yet another layer of messages to really "make peace with food." I'm starting at the very beginning, where they encourage going through each of the foods you've been denying yourself to see what you really like and what simply has a "forbidden fruit" sheen to it. There may be a few boxes of Wild Berry Pop Tarts and Balance Bars displayed defiantly in my cupboards by the end of the week.

Lentils & Rice Bento

Last week, Lele made a batch of lentils and rice for a "work lunch." When I read her post, I realized I'd never eaten lentils and rice before, even though both are supremely healthy and cheap grocery staples. For my own "school lunch" today, I remedied that experiential gap.

Last night I boiled a 1/4 cup each lentils and brown rice in a 1/2 cup each water and chicken stock, with some minced garlic thrown in for good measure. When the liquid was absorbed, I popped the pot in the fridge. I scooped the cooled mixture into the bottom compartment of my appallingly underused bento box with some green onion, and finished the meal off with strawberries. Lele says that "lentils and rice won’t win any beauty contests," but I know that everyone can look glamorous with the right attitude, clothes and accent.


You may call me Henry Higgins.

Though the dish looked pretty, it could stand to go up a few notches in the flavor department. It probably would have been perfect hot, but I had to eat it lukewarm in the information commons, so some spices to make up the heat would not be amiss. I'm thinking of stirring in some chili garlic sauce just to see what happens next time. That, or Szechuan and soy. Hmm. In any case, I am determined to turn this humble protein-and-fiber bomb into an enviable Russian princess of a meal.

Unorthodox Cottage Pie

This afternoon I was procrastinating relaxing with another Diane Mott Davidson novel. In this particular volume, the protagonist was running around stealing cars and getting hit on the head from behind from threatening murderesses as usual...but of course I wasn't reading the book for that. Davidson includes some mouth-watering recipes in her mysteries, and today's chapter included one for "Unorthodox Shepherd's Pie." Of course, since Davidson and her characters are of the Betty Crocker persuasion, the recipe was full of butter and cheese. After an exhilarating pre-dinner jog in the park (I almost ran an entire mile without stopping to walk! What what!), I set about making changes to the recipe that would make the heavy-cream-loving Goldy Schulz cringe and bury her professional caterer head in shame.

Unorthodox Cottage Pie
Makes 2 Servings
-1/4 pound lean ground beef
-1/2 a medium onion, chopped
-1/2 cup sliced celery
-1 tablespoon minced garlic
-1/2 cup chicken broth
-1 tablespoon cornstarch
-black pepper to taste (or Worcester sauce, if you like a kick to your pies)
-1/2 cup frozen peas
-1 very large potato, cooked and cubed
-soy or skim milk
-salt
-paprika

Sauté ground beef with onions, celery, and garlic until the meat is cooked through and the vegetables are soft. Stir the cornstarch into the broth, then pour over the meat and vegetable mixture. Stir in pepper to taste. Bubble until the mixture has thickened, then fold in the peas and set aside.


Use a blender, food processor, hand mixer or good old fashioned muscle power to cream the potato with enough milk and a generous sprinkling of salt to make a spreadable "crust."


Line a loaf pan with foil sprayed with oil. Pour the meat mixture into the pan and top with the potatoes. Sprinkle paprika on the top for looks. Bake the pan at 350° for 20 minutes to heat through. Dish out and wait for the "oohs" and "ahhs."


Sweetie gave the dish a thumbs up, though he didn't like "these little green things" (a.k.a. "celery"). Next time I might substitute in carrots...they would give the mixture a fuller flavor. I think we'll be returning a lot to this dish when the weather gets cooler.