Taylor Gourmet

Yesterday was not a good day.  Severe, dehabilitating, mind-numbing back pain for no apparent reason, showing up at a doctor’s appointment to learn that my doctor is retired, and the other doctor I’ve seen in the practice is moving to California in 2 weeks,  $190 for two shots (thank you China!) that were free 3 months ago- it all made me just a wee bit grumpy.

So, I decided to order in for dinner, from Taylor Gourmet (menu available here). 

First problem: do they deliver to the Columbia Heights/ U Street area?

Yes!

Second problem: They will not deliver one sandwich all the way across town.  Crap.My roommates are all gone, local friends are all elsewhere…  so I thoughtfully decided I would purchase dinner for myself and my SO. 

Third problem: SO is a pickier eater than my six-year-old cousin.  Thankfully, after some wrangling (No cheese.  No roasted red peppers.  I don’t like sun dried tomatoes, etc, etc), we decided on the Vine Street Expressway (breaded chicken cutlet, prosciutto, pesto, provolone) and arancini for me and the Race Street (roasted turkey, pesto, prosciutto, mozzarella) for him.

Final verdict?  The arancini made the trek okay and the marinara with them was great, if ever so slightly undersalted.  As for the sandwiches, I don’t think it’s a good idea to have a sandwich delivered all the way from 11th and H NE to my house off 14th street.   It was tasty, but not great.  Also, I think because I asked for no cheese on SO’s sandwich, there was none on mine as well.  He thought there was “too much bread, not enough sandwich.”  I ordered a 12-inch however, and am going to pop the leftover half in the toaster oven for lunch and see if it improves.

Also- vote for endlesssimmer’s Eater of the  Year.  And by that I mean you had better vote for Julia.  Tofu does not deserve any sort of food-based award.

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this week at the farmers’ market

So I’m trying this new thing, where I go to the farmers’ market, and only buy enough food to feed me for a week. Not enough to feed my whole house. Not enough to begin freezing and packing away. Just enough so that I can have food for the week.

This weeks’ purchases:
Blue Ridge Dairy feta, smoked mozzarella, and Greek yogurt with honey
– new potatoes

– 1 lb of spinach, arugula, and mesclun (seen piled high in crates here…mmmm)
– half a dozen homemade goat cheese pierogies
Smith Meadows Farm sweet potato ravioli and fresh sundried tomato pasta
– 3 apples from Spring Valley Farm and Orchard
– butternut/hubbard/acorn squash soup with oranges and apples
– 1 lb. Virginia Lamb patties with feta
Bonaparte Breads chocolate almond croissant (for me) and apricot tart/almond croissant (for my mom/grandmother)
– 1 bunch of collards

– no broccoli, although it looked good

Not at all bad for a mid-winter/end of winter haul. And every bit of it locally produced.

The smoked mozz went into this recipe that my mom made for dinner at my grandparents’ Sunday night. The collards were for her too, to make for my grandfather.
Monday I had brunch at Creme (waaay better than the crappy ass birthday brunch I had there. And I’ve solved my egg dilemma, but more on that later), a late afternoon snack at Oyamel, and lamb patties and salad for dinner with my roommate.
Yesterday I had leftover dinner for lunch, and Stoney’s super grilled cheese with Ace, who made fun of me for eating grilled cheese with bacon and fries with a side of mayo. He did promise to come visit me when I have my first heart attack at 25 though.
Tonight, I’m off to VT’s for some sort of crazy German-wurst-fest and a hefty dose of college basketball, which led to the following e-mail exchange:
VT: we still on for dinner tonight?
me: yes, but I should remind you that it’s a double header- Carolina-NC State at 7 and Duke-Miami at 9
VT: um, you do remember i have a 46-inch HDTV, right?

Tomorrow I have an event for Greater DC Cares (free pizza and beer provided!) Seems like I’ve bought more than enough for the week, don’t you think? Guess I’ll have to spend the weekend eating to start with a clean slate at the market Sunday morning.

In other news, gansie and I will be attending a DC food blogger potluck next month. I promise a full and immediate report.

BTW- Is it “farmer’s” or “farmers'”? I always assumed that since there are several farmers, it’s a farmers’ market. But perhaps it’s a farmer’s market in the sense that the market is for individual farmers. Am I putting too much thought into this?

UPDATE: right after I posted this, I wandered over to DC Foodies, where they’re writing about…you guessed it- Blue Ridge Dairy’s smoked mozz.

UPDATE #2: Seems the venerable New York Times has written about Blue Ridge as well. Guess that’s what I get for being behind in my newspaper-food-section reading. Thanks to Mike at DC Foodies for the tip.