One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish

Monday

Breakfast: Blueberry bagel with cream cheese and Golden Delicious apple slices
Lunch: leftover bean and veggie braid and strawberry yogurt
Dinner: Cheesy veggie bake with quinoa

So a note about Sunday night: I was bored and so turned on my favorite boredom relieving tv channel - the Food Network. After watching the end of a Cupcake War, we watched Anne Burrell and Bobby Flay attempt to turn some pretty hopeless cooks into chefs on Worst Cooks in America. We were going to turn off the TV then, but instead became inevitably hooked when what comes on next but Iron Chef America with "professor" Alton Brown. This week's Iron Chef battle was battle parmesan reggiano with two sets of brothers competing - a couple brothers from Philly (though the one now has two restaurants in New York) and Iron Chef Forgionne and his brother (may have misspelled that name). No way we were turning this off. But it made us hungry for cheese. So, next thing I know, Nate goes running to the kitchen and returns with three chunks of cheese (two goudas and of course parmesan) and a glass of wine. A pretty good snack at 10 pm. I didn't realize there were different seasons of Parmesan, based on the time of year and diet of the cows from whence came the milk.

Anyway, today was a pretty typical Monday. Partway through the day Nate sent me the following photo and jokingly asked me if I thought it still counted as vegetarian. I thought it was particularly funny given his chicken finger cravings over the weekend.

I got two emails recently fro my Co-op. They were invitations to upcoming events: one was a cooking class and the other a food book group. Both take place in March and both are about fish. I really am quite interested in these events, but I am torn by my meatlessness. Both events will likely get into sustainability of the fish consumption in the US. I know the book focuses on three fish in particular - tuna, salmon, and sea bass. I love fish. I know it is tremendously healthy. I have a vegetarian friend who, when she was in France last summer, got into eating fish occasionally again and has kept up with it because she noticed she just feels better when she does. I wish we ate more of it, but often it is more expensive than a prime cut of beef.