Birthday Tacos!

Hi eaters!

How did Monday treat you?

Mine was less than stellar, but I’ve risen above. A glass of wine and an hour spent planning my next couponing trip (it’s almost Super Double Week at Harris Teeter!) sure helped me rise above.

Also, I’m still glowing from a really nice birthday weekend.

I would love to tell you all about putt putt and my birthday wound and my pretty friends and beers at Natty Greene’s and reading for pleasure (I’m currently reading Dreaming in French, by Alice Kaplan and I loveloveLOVE that I have time for pleasure reading now!) and all the other fun things. But other than dinner, I only have pictures of my birthday wound and my birthday donut.

Car selfie in the parking lot at work.

Car selfie in the parking lot at work.

That little bump in the middle of my chest is where I got stabbed by my sunglasses. They're surprisingly sharp and it bled a surprising amount.

That little bump in the middle of my chest is where I got stabbed by my sunglasses. They’re surprisingly sharp and it bled a surprising amount.

 

And then there was dinner.

For dinner, my friends Peach and Janet came over and we went downtown to Crafted. If you remember, I went there for the first time over Christmas.

Well, it’s gotten a lot more popular since then, so there was an hour wait when we got there at 7pm. And while I’m normally not one to wait that long, I was in no hurry and Natty Greene’s was within walking distance, so we put our name in and went down the block to grab a beer.

After just over an hour we were seated and it was ah-maze-ing!

Nachos!

Nachos!

We split the Dirty South Nachos, which were housemade sweet potato fries topped with pulled pork and some kind of cheesy cream sauce.

Janet likes to be creepy in the background of my pictures.

Janet likes to be creepy in the background of my pictures.

For my entrée, I went with the Fixie, which was beef brisket, pineapple, sweet chili sauce, and coconut aioli.

O’m’gah, so freaking good. The pineapple and the sweet chili sauce was a bit much on the sweetness, and I could always do with a little more spice, but it was still a delicious little combo.

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Everyone else raved about their tacos, which was nice because we’re typically a $1 taco crowd.

Next time, though, I’m definitely getting the stuffed avocado appetizer. Something about avocado, chorizo, and queso together with tortilla chips sounds like straight up mouth sex.

And that’s all I’ve got.

What about you, eaters:

Do you like big, raging parties or small gatherings for your birthday?

Do you like more sweet or spicy?

Later eaters!

Weekend Food

Hi eaters!

I love weekends, don’t you?

Working in retail means I almost never get two days in a row off and the fact that I get Sundays off is just a happy coincidence. And now with a second job I might never get two days in a row off again.

This week, though, I lucked out. I got Sunday and Monday totally free from work.

Beyond loving the freedom to nap and read and take long walks with my dog, I also love the freedom to cook.

On the weekends I get to eat big breakfasts.weekend food1

I get time to gradually get hungry and to think about what I really want to eat before I stuff something in my mouth.

Scrambled eggs with sausage and a de-licious unglazed buttermilk donut.

Scrambled eggs with sausage and a de-licious unglazed buttermilk donut.

I get to cook more elaborate meals and eat earlier.

Grilled pork chops and corn, all from the farmer's market.

Grilled pork chops and corn, all from the farmer’s market.

All of these things are vastly different from the weekdays when, more often than I would like to admit, I eat lunch (and change my pants) in the car. And lately, as I haven’t had time to shop or meal plan properly, that lunch has been a grilled chicken sandwich from Chik-fil-A way too often for my comfort level.

During the week I almost always eat eggs with fruit for breakfast and most days I am just shy of hitting my water intake goal for the day. (I have a 24oz water bottle and aim to drink it three times a day.)

My go to snack is mixed nuts, which is a very satiating snack, (as I pointed out last week) but not exactly thrilling.

All of these things are nice and healthy and easy to eat, but man, do they get boring. A few weeks ago I was so sick of my usual, nice, healthy, easy food that I would have rather not eaten than eat the same thing again. (I ate a lot of takeout that week.)

My cute pig corn holders.

My cute pig corn holders.

So weekends are my saving grace. They let me re-charge my batteries and stuff my face with the most delicious food so I’m ready to face the week ahead, which are always guaranteed to be filled with car lunches and speeding through yellow lights (sorry, papa) and hurried dog walks.

What do you think, eaters:

What’s your favorite thing about weekends?

What’s your least favorite part of your work/school week?

Later eaters!

Help Me With My Homework

Hiya eaters!

Things are chugging along nicely over here. I’m working and working out as much as possible before classes start back and it was warm enough on Saturday for Leon to smoke up a big rack of ribs.

So yeah, things are good.

And now, here’s a blog:

Yup, this is for real. So please, m’dear eaters, help me.

Email me at kara_h_thomas @ yahoo . com and let me know about any dietary restrictions or allergies, and I’ll set you up with a recipe from my little cookbook.

 And then I’ll thank you personally in my thesis/cookbook. You’ll be like a celebrity. Except on a very small scale.

Fried Pumpkin Donuts with Maple Glaze

Yields ~2 dozen

Donut Ingredients

2 ½ c all purpose flour

1 c whole wheat pastry flour*

4 t baking powder

½ t baking soda

1 t salt

1 t ground cinnamon

½ t ground ginger

1 c sugar

3 T unsalted butter, at room temperature

1 large egg

2 egg yolks

1 t vanilla extract

½ c buttermilk**

1 c pumpkin puree

canola or vegetable oil, for frying

*Regular whole wheat flour is too coarse for this recipe so only use whole wheat pastry flour or more all purpose flour for this cup.

Put the flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, and ginger in a large bowl and whisk together until evenly combined.

Put the sugar and butter into a bowl and beat with an electric mixer on medium until the sugar is dissolved and everything is smooth. Add the egg, egg yolk, and vanilla to the bowl and then use the electric mixer to beat everything on medium until evenly combined.

In a small bowl whisk together the buttermilk and pumpkin puree until it is clump free.

Turn the electric mixer on low and add a third of the dry mixture to the bowl and beat until everything is evenly incorporated. Add half of the pumpkin-buttermilk mixture to the bowl and beat until it is evenly incorporated. Continue alternate adding the dry mixture and the pumpkin-buttermilk mixture until everything is added and mixed until completely incorporated.

Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and chill in the fridge for at least 3 hours.

With floured hands, scoop out half the dough onto a very well floured surface and, using a floured rolling pin, roll the dough out to a ½” thickness. Using a ~3” circle cutter, cut out as many circles from the dough round as possible. Then using a ½”-1” circle cutter, cut out a circle from the middle of each large circle. Remove the small rounds to fry as donut holes. Continue rolling out more dough and cutting out donuts and donut holes until all the dough is used.

Heat ~4” of oil in a pot or deep pan to 360F-375F, as gauged by an oil/candy thermometer.

Carefully drop 4 donut holes or 2 donuts at a time into the hot oil and fry for 3 minutes, using tongs or a large slotted spoon to flip halfway through. Once done remove the donuts to a baking sheet lined with paper towels.

Glaze Ingredients

2 c powdered sugar

1 T maple syrup

½ t vanilla extract

3 T buttermilk

Put the powdered sugar into a small, cereal-type bowl. Add the syrup and the vanilla and mix everything together with a fork or a whisk. Add the buttermilk, half a tablespoon at a time, and mix thoroughly until the glaze is free of clumps and thick enough to coat the fork or whisk.

Carefully dunk the top of each donut into the glaze.

This recipes produces a mountain of absolutely delicious donuts. They’re not huge like Dunkin Donuts and they’re not super pumpkin-y, both of which are positives in my book.

And in case you’re wondering, this recipe will accompany an essay about my, and a lot of women’s, struggle to have it all and to decide what “it all” is. And it starts by discussing the Queen of England.

Your turn, eaters:

If you could write a book, any kind of book, what would it be?

You wouldn’t happen to know anyone in publishing who you want to pass my name along to, would you?

Later eaters!

 

A Few Goals

‘Ello eaters!

I spent all New Years day lying in bed with the second or third worst hangover of my life. It included the never ending precursor to a migraine that never actually started and a good bit of nausea whenever I lay on my back.

Aren’t you glad I told you that?

To make up for that TMI, here’s a picture of my brother in a suit. 

So while it wasn’t the most awesome way to spend the first day of 2013, it did give me a lot of time to think.

2012 was a phenomenal year for me.

I lived in London.

I had a great internship.

I went to Ireland with my boyfriend where I did NOT propose to him. (Oh, I never told you that funny story?)

I went to Paris twice.

I moved in with my boyfriend and started figuring out what kind of house person I am. Spoiler alert: not the obsessively clean kind.

I got the cutest, greatest, most wonderfully snuggly and adorable puppy in the world that is currently curled up in a little pretzel ball between Leon and I in bed.

I started doing Crossfit.

I hosted Thanksgiving.

Yeah, it’s been a big year. A stressful, crazy, trying, exciting, amazing, weird as fuck year.

And now I’m preparing for this new frontier year where I’ll be graduating from college and … doing other things.

And while I’m doing all these other things, I also have a few goals that I want to accomplish.

Side note: I’m calling them goals instead of resolutions because resolutions have a negative, stressful connotation. And because as Caitlinsaid far more eloquently than me, I don’t need another stressor. It’s not always about “doing more things more efficiently.”

One of my many plates of appetizers that I ate at my friends' paleo NYE party.

Anyway, my goals this year are simple.

First and foremost, I want to give more to charity. There are several causes that I’ve felt particularly drawn recently — a lot of pet rescues and childhood hunger charities. I want to donate to those causes, which means that I need to restructure my budgeting to allow for that. I want to volunteer, which means that I need to restructure my time to allow for that.

Second, I want to go on a vacation. Leon and I started a little savings jar with the hope that we’ll eventually be able to go on a vacation. We don’t know where. It won’t be extravagant. But it would be nice to go away for a few days.

Third, I want to read more. I’m not going to quantify this goal, because it’s kind of hard to read too much during the semester. But it’s just something for me to keep in mind.

Fourth, I want to drink a little less. It’s not that I drink all that much now, but I could always stand to drink less, right? Right!

Fifth, I want to eat more donuts. They’re one of my all time favorite foods and I think I can count on two hands the number of donuts that I ate last year. That’s less than one a month, which I deem despicable.

So there you have it, all the things I wish I were doing today instead of trying not to throw up and simultaneously wishing I had a big, juicy bacon cheeseburger. It’s a wild and crazy life I lead.

Your turn, eaters:

How did you spend the first day of 2013?

Do you have any goals or resolutions?

Later eaters!

A Food Manifesto

‘Ello eaters!

I hope you enjoyed my pictures from last night. As you can tell, I’ve very proud.

Hell, I’m very proud anytime I can do something on the computer. I’m a bit of a Luddite, don’t ya know.

Anyway, I’ve been thinking a lot about my views on food. They’ve obviously changed over the years, especially since I’ve had this blog. And while I’m absolutely positive they will change more over the years, I figured it was worth tacking them down as they as now.

Kind of like a manifesto time capsule, if that makes sense.

So, without further ado, here’s my food manifesto as it stands today, December 11, 2012.

Sprinkles don’t have calories. Or carbs.

Eat one serving of fruits or vegetables at every meal.

Bacon should be thick cut and crispy.

Food becomes exponentially better when you eat it with your hands.

Condiments make food exponentially better.

Any cut of BBQ pork is the right cut as long as it’s saucy.

The more colorful the food the healthier it is, with regards to fruits and vegetables.

Tofu is not just for vegetarians.

Salads are the best packed lunches.

Eat at least one snack a day.

Dessert isn’t healthy. If it’s healthy than it’s not dessert, it’s an after dinner snack.

Never skip meals.

Nuts should be roasted and salted.

Donuts are a perfect food.

When you don’t know what to say, bake a cake.

Smoked paprika is the best spice, second only to pepper.

Cheese.

Strawberry banana is a very over used flavor combination.

It’s always worth it to make it from scratch. At least once in your life.

Eat locally and seasonally; it’s cheaper, among other things.

Never turn down crusty bread.

Pizza is also a perfect food.

Sausage is not just for ball games and barbeques.

Wine should be dry and shared.

I’m sure there are plenty of other things that I have lots of other views on food, those are all I can think of.

Your turn, eaters:

What are some of your views on food?

Any of my views that you disagree with?

G’night eaters! 

Memories of Buttermilk Donuts

Hi eaters!

So remember last night how I made an excuse as to why I didn’t post my donut recipe on Tuesday. Ya know, how I had so much to say and couldn’t do it justice unless I had time to properly flush out my ideas and write?

Well, I’m sitting down to write this post at 10:32pm.

Yup. This is my life.

Anywhoo, donuts.

The idea to make donuts came about when Leon and I were talking about the holidays coming up. We’ve talked about some of our holiday memories and traditions in the past, and one of Leon’s fondest memories (as it seems to me) is of his mother making donuts on Christmas morning.

According to him, his mother makes these really amazing, almost salty donuts and then they each get a bowl of maple syrup to dip them in. When the donuts are gone everyone then drinks their bowl of syrup.

(FYI, this story is also how Leon convinced me that it was completely normal and almost required that I take a shot of syrup when I went up to Vermont last summer.)

Every time he tells me about this tradition he gets such a little boy sparkle in his eyes that I couldn’t help but get intrigued by these donuts.

And of course, every time he talks about his mother’s Christmas donuts I can’t help but think of my own mother taking Brother and I to Dunkin’ Donuts some mornings before school. While him and I were ordering the craziest, most heavily iced donuts we could find, Mother always, without fail, ordered an Old Fashioned, which is just a plain cake donut.

It may seem weird that I think of Mother driving me to school while Leon is thinking of his family’s Christmas traditions, but Mother driving Brother and I to school was kind of a big deal. Everyday from preschool until we were in high school (and even some then, too), she drove us to school. We were almost never on time and our shirts certainly were never tucked in, but that didn’t matter to Mother. She always drove the speed limit and always listened to NPR.

I may not get a little boy sparkle in my eyes thinking about these morning commutes, but they’re still pretty special.

So with simple, glaze-less donuts bringing up such fond memories for Leon and I, it seemed like it was high time that I tried my hand at them.

Classic.

Old Fashioned Buttermilk Donuts

Adapted from Something Swanky

I don’t know if either of the donuts in question actually use buttermilk (and I’m certainly not comparing these to Leon’s mother’s donuts), but I wanted to* so I did.

2 ½-3 c AP flour, plus more for dusting

1/3 c sugar

1 t baking soda

½ t baking powder

~1 t nutmeg

½ t salt

1 c buttermilk

1 egg

2 T coconut oil/butter

oil for frying

Put everything except the frying oil in a bowl and mix until combined. Refrigerate the dough for at least an hour.

Roll the dough out on a well-floured surface until it is ~1/4” thick, or just a tad thicker. Using whatever two sizes of circles cutters you have on hand (I used the top of a Mason jar and a fondant cutter I happened to have), cut out donuts and place on a floured sheet of wax paper.

You can save the centers to fry as donut holes or you can throw them back into the dough and roll them out for more donuts. Your call.

Once all the donuts have been cut, heat ~4” of oil in a pot (or an electric wok!) to roughly 350-375F. Gently drop the donuts in one at a time, in batches of two or three. Cook for ~2 per side and then transfer to a paper towel to drain.

Keep frying until all dozen or so donuts have been fried to fragrant, brown perfect.

From here you can dip them in cinnamon sugar, add a chocolate ganache, coat them in vanilla glaze, or dip them as you see fit. Or, you can be a bit of a purist, and leave them as they are.

Obviously, I chose the simplest route and was rewarded with a big plate full of brown, crispy, warm, slightly misshapen, not overly sweet or sticky donuts.

And while these don’t have nearly the same emotional attachment as Leon’s mother’s donuts or my mother’s favorite donut, they’re still delicious. And they’re still homemade.

And you can bet every single dollar that you have that one day these donuts will actually mean something to someone. Hopefully by then I’ll be better at keeping them round.

What do you think, eaters:

What’s a food that has a strong, albeit slightly silly or obscure emotional attachment for you?

What’s your favorite kind of donut?

G’night eaters!

Not real buttermilk.

*I didn’t use real buttermilk. It wasn’t until the day after I made them that I read this NYTimes article about how most conventional buttermilk is fake. And lo and behold, when I checked my carton I realized that it, too, was just milk with cultures added in.

WIAW: No Planning

Hellooooo eaters!

I skipped out on you last night, but I have a totally legit reason why: I got home late and while I could have quickly scratched out a post, the recipe I have to share with you is too good to do it the injustice of being accompanied by a subpar post.

Yeah…did the whole “my paper is late because I have so much to say” excuse ever work for you in school?

Ehh, oh well.

At least you’ll get to see below what the recipe is for.


Crossfit:

Skill:

1 mile

WOD:

5 rounds of 1 minute max rep and 1 minute rest for each

ring rows

push ups

My mile time was 10:52, which is kind of embarrassing. But at the same time, running is by far my weakest skill.

I managed a total of 124 ring rows and 100 pushups.

Breakfast:

Scrambled eggs with spinach and Dubliner cheddar (the BEST!), with half a plum and sunflower seed butter.

I did eat my usual fruit n’ fat before Crossfit, but I was running way late and only had time to eat half a plum, so I finished the second half with breakfast.

Waste not, want not, right?

Snack #1:

Licking the beaters totally counts as a snack, right?

Snack #2#

The last of the on sale+coupon string cheese.

My morning got pretty hectic and over packed after breakfast, so this was eaten after 1pm and in a desperate attempt to keep myself from passing out into a vat of hot fryer oil. Speaking of which…

Snack #3:

A fresh from the fryer, homemade buttermilk donut.

Why yes, eaters, that is a homemade buttermilk donut I’m eating. And yes, you will get the recipe tomorrow.

You’re so smart, eaters. That’s why we’re friends.

Lunch:

Fage Greek yogurt with (Maranatha) sunflower seed butter, a peach, and sprinkles.

This was one of those “I need to eat, but an tired, not hungry, and don’t really have time” meals.

Dinner:

Hot damn hooray, Leon ordered pizza. And it was just sitting on the table when I got home from a “happy hour”-type birthday party, begging to be eaten. So I did.

Pepperoni pizza from Spring Garden Pizza

And that wraps up a super weird, poorly planned day of eating. I’ve been having too many of those lately. Which brings me to…

Your turn, eaters:

I need to buy a lunchbox — Do you have a recommendation? Do you have things I should definitely look for in a lunch box?

What’s the best excuse you ever used to get out of an assignment or not get in trouble for turning it in late?

Later eaters!

All Over Sunday

Hellooo eaters!

It’s Sunday and unfortunately I don’t have tomorrow off.

Oh the joys of going to a Quaker school where they believe celebrating holidays is favoring one day over another.

Oh well. I really don’t mind Mondays because I kind of love getting back to my routine. And I also can’t complain about starting a new week when the old one ended like mine did.

As I’ve mentioned before, Sundays are my day. I am guaranteed to have them off (and so is Leon). It’s a lazy day where most places are closed, so I can’t really waste it doing annoying errands. And as of recently, Sundays also include zoning out in front of some Law & Order while clipping coupons.

Yup, it’s a lazy, yet oddly productive, and overall wonderful day.

And this Sunday was no different.

I started the day with a complete balanced breakfast.

Half a Devil's food cake donut with sprinkles and eggs with spinach and Texas Pete.

FYI, I blame Holly for the intense donut craving that set in on Saturday, prompting a nighttime trip to Donut World (on West Market St by Guilford College Rd for all you Greensboro/Triad people), where I can never ever get just one.

(This time I got three. Don’t judge. They have an amazing variety.)

I then proceeded to laze around the house, hanging out with Leon and Charlie, and wasting time on Pinterest.

It’s amazing how much time you can spend looking and pinning and how many ideas for things you can’t possibly do/eat/own/see you’ll find.

Once I had my fill of dreaming, I got to doing. And today that “doing” included buying picture frames from Goodwill for a decorating project, buying fabric and a few other supplies for a pillow project, and going to the gym for the first time since I started Crossfit.

FYI, the gym is super boring.

Once I got home I got down to business. And in no time flat I had two pillow covers sewn and filled.

My plan was to then iron on a black deer head silhouette to make something akin to these pillows. Except for the fact that the couch is new so I remembered the upholstery wrong when I was buying fabric and ended up with pillows that just don’t look right.

These two fabrics just don't work, right?

I can move the pillows to another room in the house and make new ones with new fabric, but I’m bad at picking colors. The living room has the couch, a Kelly green/avocado green vinyl recliner, and a couple of gold accents. The living room is openly connected to the dining room, which has dark blue walls and light pink chairs. There’s also lots of dark stained wood. And I’m locked in with the black deer heads.

Thoughts?

While mulling over new fabric colors and discussion options for what to do with Charlie while Leon and I are at a wedding in Vermont in a few weeks (we don’t want to board him for fear of him having Vietnam flashbacks of being in the shelter), we ate an easy stir fry.

Sunday night always used to be “brown rice and vegetables” night growing up — a scoop of brown rice and a scoop of stir fried vegetables and chicken in some brown sauce while we watched “60 Minutes.” As I got older the two scoops were allowed to touch and eventually the stir fry was served on top of the rice.

That’s a sign of maturity, right?

Anyway, this post has been all over the place tonight, but it’s kind of been a segmented, all over the place day. I hope you don’t mind.

What do you think, eaters:

 PleasepleasePLEASE tell me what color fabric I should choose. I don’t know if you can tell, but the couch is grey with threads of brown running through.

Did you/do you have any set meals based on days of the week?

G’night eaters!

Print Works Bistro

G’day eaters!

I’m currently up at the Mountain Man house, breathing in the crisp, delicious mountain air and listening to the river below.

I have the day off tomorrow, so Leon and I decided to head up for the night and recharge a bit.

Between work and Crossfit and life and everything else I’ve been pretty stressed lately, so recharging in meaningful ways has been a top priority for me. And one of the best ways for me to recharge and feed my soul is putting on a pretty dress, sipping a liquor drink, and enjoying a really good meal complete with really good conversation.

Luckily, both Leon and I got the chance to do just that when Papa came into town last week.

M’dad and I are very similar in that we enjoy the same things when we’re both stressed, so on the recommendation of a few people since I’ve been in Greensboro, I made a reservation at Print Works Bistro.

If you know the Piedmont Triad area, Printworks is owned by the same hospitality group that owns the Proximity Hotel, Lucky 32, Green Valley Grill, and (I think) the O’Henry Hotel. From those associations alone you know it’s going to be top notch.

And it was exactly what I needed.

We started with drinks. Grey Goose martinis for Papa and I, whiskey for Leon.

I love martinis.

After a few generous sips out came bread with roasted garlic and salted butter. The garlic was the only thing that made this worth mentioning, but it’s the little extras that really set a restaurant apart.

With the bread came the fried calamari, which is basically a must-order in my family.

This time, though, we didn’t get a plate of fried squid rings. We got thick slices of lightly breaded squid swimming in a pool of extra tomato-y cocktail sauce.

Once appetizers were eaten and we each took a few more liquor-y sips, our entrees arrived. Leon ordered the filet mignon, which he said was a near perfect rare (though he did order it medium-rare). Papa got the spare ribs, which were cooked for 12 hours and completely falling off the bone.

I went with a favorite of mine — four spiced duck confit, roasted Brussels sprouts, and quinoa Provincial.

Sorry for the bad lighting. Despite the 52 floor length windows for maximum natural light, the sun went down.

Ho’m’gah!

The duck was absolutely perfect. It feel apart without being too greasy and the spices were wonderful. Sure, the Brussels sprouts and quinoa left a bit to be desired, but the duck more than made up for it.

When the server cleared our dishes and replaced them with dessert menus I was more than expecting to say “no, thank-you” and call it a night. But then a couple of things caught Papa and my eyes.

Background: Peach creme brûlée. Foreground: vanilla creme filled beignets, with local honey and chocolate sauce on the side.

And before I knew it we were finger deep in delicious, delicate, sugary desserts.

We didn’t finish the desserts, just like we didn’t finish our dinners, but that’s part of the luxury — being surrounded by abundance and not overindulging.

Yup, I left the restaurant without feeling overfull, which was like the icing on the cake. Or the last little push towards recharged.

Either way, the whole night felt ah-maze-ing. And Papa said that this was going to be our new staple restaurant when he came into town, so it looks like my battery won’t be running out anytime soon.

What do you think, eaters:

What do you do to recharge?

How do you feel about leftovers and cleaning your plate?

G’night eaters!

Locawhore

G’day eaters!

I’m wrapping up a wonderful, relaxing weekend and I hope you are, too. Or a not relaxing weekend, if that’s what you prefer. I don’t know your life so I can’t assume anything.

Anyway, let’s go ahead and talk about the title of this post before you go ahead and start thinking that I’m a whore. Or that you’re a whore (again, I don’t know your life).

No, Locawhore is my own little version of a Locavore.

Generally speaking, a “locavore” is someone who buys exclusively or mostly locally produced products, from food to furniture to clothes and everything in between. They support local, small businesses and usually wouldn’t be caught dead in a Walmart.

So what exactly is a locawhore, you ask?

It’s someone who buys locally when it’s fun or convenient, when it’s just as easy to buy locally as to buy conventionally.

Yup, that’s me through and through. And this weekend my locawhore side really came shining through.

Locawhore event #1:

On Saturday I went downtown with my friend Janet to check out the Mosaic Ethnic Festival.

Apparently this ethnic music and food festival has been happening every year for a while now. So apparently, I’ve been living under a rock since I got to Greensboro.

But now I know and am so glad that I went. Janet and I each bought 10 tickets (each ticket was a dollar) for food and then proceeded to stuff ourselves silly.

Some of the oh so delicious madness included:

A trip to Jamaica for a beef patty.

A trip to Vietnam for sweet rice and chicken.

Janet wants you to admire her nail polish and the bit of a tattoo noticable on her finger.

A trip to Burmah for donuts (which tasted like doughy versions of those cinnamon twists you get from Taco Bell).

A trip to Korea for some seriously ah-maze-ing dumplings and some (slightly too fatty) BBQ.

Please ignore the fact that this picture was taken on a recycling bin.

And then we finished up in the Congo for beignets and then a generic cart for some Italian ice.

Then we sat down and attempted to digest to the sound of African drumming.

Locawhore event #2:

I love vintage, but too much of it is either way over the top (sequins and shoulder pads the size of my head) or just bleh (homemade prairie dresses and calf-length skirts). But I was hopeful when I saw a new vintage store downtown — Wild and Crazy Vintage.

Believe me, eaters, it lived up to its name.

I walked away with two dresses, which I’ll show you once I alter them a wee bit. But for a sneak peak, follow me on instagram. I’m Kara_Hadley.

Locawhore event #3:

Since I’ve been back in the ‘Boro I’ve been hearing about this downtown market every Sunday. Always a sucker for oogling crafts and downtown things, I decided to grab my friend Maddie and check it out today.

It’s not a huge market, but it was lovely nonetheless.

And it had a pretty great variety.

I bought a basket of these peaches.

There was metal sculptures, meat, eggs, plants, vegetables, Thai food, and a booth selling dog treats made by this charitable organization, Arc, which helps people with intellectual and developmental disorders learn job skills.

Of course, being a sucker for anything to spoil CharlieBaby (and wanting to support charity, of course), I bought a bag of treats for $5 and fed Charlie three as soon as I got home.

Leon said he didn’t do anything to warrant a treat. I said being a cute puppy always warrants treats.

So in the end, I spent $55 for three chances to be a locawhore. But it was TOTALLY worth it knowing that that money will be felt a lot more in the hands of local businesses than it would at Target.

Ya dig?

What do you think, eaters:

Are you a locavore, locawhore, or neither?

What country’s cuisine do you really want to try?

Later eaters!

PS — The South Elm Urban Market is every Sunday from 12-5pm in the parking lot on S Elm St, right across from Natty Greene’s and the Green Bean coffee shop.

PPS — Arc Bark, the dog treat bakery, is on Spring Garden in the same shopping center as Recycles. They haven’t gotten a sign yet, but they’re in the store that was once a GF bakery.