Last Sunday I went to a Super Bowl party, and ate the best ever coleslaw. Spicy, sweet, crunchy, all the right ingredients. When I found out that the recipe for this treat came from the Food Network, I went home and looked it up, bought the ingredients and put them in my fridge with all the other things that sounded good and I didn’t make. They sat in there all week until tonight when there was nothing to eat, and I decided to use what I had.
I looked up the recipe, which calls for sriracha (Rooster) sauce, which I usually have but am for some reason out of. That’s puzzling, as I can’t imagine how or when I used a whole bottle of it. I don’t use it on my eggs, which are the biggest part of my diet, and I seldom actually make any Thai food so who knows? Not being a very ardent recipe follower, I just used some Valentina I found in the cupboard. Mexican spicy rather than Thai spicy. That worked out fine. I also added some red bell pepper because you can’t go wrong with that either. Otherwise I pretty much followed the recipe. I think it could use a little more cabbage as it is really dressingy.
Before I started making the salad, I cut up a cauliflower that was headed for oblivion, and sprinkled it with lime juice, olive oil and sea salt and stuck it in the oven to roast. Then while that roasted I began cutting up the coleslaw vegetables.
The original reason for this food post was to extol the virtues of being a vegetable cooker. As I sliced and diced and mixed and tasted, my feelings of inner peace and strength grew and grew. I felt like a person who does the right thing. A person who actually cooks with vegetables to make herself a special meal. Like the kind of person who might make art or plant a garden or repaint that grungy looking front door. Someone who does things, you know? I was very full of myself after making that meal.
The next morning I woke up with chest pain. The kind that feels like you have cobwebs in your chest and if only you could breathe a little more deeply they would let go. Only you can’t really breathe that deeply, so the pain hovers in there. Yes, indigestion. That pain. I got ready for work, packed my lunch (yep! more coleslaw) and off I went. On my way home from school, I still felt not quite right. Still kind of hurting enough that I began to wonder if I should go get checked out. They say women display heart problems in a different way from men – was I having that? Or was it the cabbage? I called on a physician friend, who advised me to take two Tylenol and wait twenty minutes. It was probably related to the cabbage. And guess what? The Tylenol worked.
So much for my delicious coleslaw and cauliflower. So much for the all powerful woman who does stuff. I hope this doesn’t send me back into a funk. There must be a message here that I’ve yet to find. I’ll let you know if I find it.