You ever wonder what happened to that good, deep, old-school R&B music?
Like why is it acceptable to acknowledge Chris Brown as an R&B singer?
Why is, “I wanna hit that shaaaaaawty” considered R&B?
Why is it fucking considered music?
Here’s how this train of thought started..
Things got a bit carried away Friday night so yesterday when I made this, I was battling a serious hangover.
It took me ALL FUCKING DAY to get over it.
I think that late-night joint of weed did me in.
My friends call me one-puff because that’s literally all it takes.
Woke up at 7am Sat to eat breakfast because my stomach is always on the clock.
Had my Ginger-Granola cereal and went right back to bed.
I think I picked up right where I left off in my dream too.
Woke up again at 11:30 and good GOD that fucking hurt.
*blows out cheeks*
The weekends seem shorter and shorter these days, probably because of the shorter period of daylight.
11:30 was as late as I could afford to sleep, too much shit to do.
So I tossed back the last 2 liquid Ibruprofens, took a shower and got hungry again.
I had to cook.
I wasn’t going to make it through the day otherwise.
There is always music around me, especially when I cook.
Being that I was hungover, I needed something soft(er).
So I browsed Pandora until I got to Jill Scott and gingerly, delicately, settled into cooking.
Which brings me to my initial point.
What happened to real R&B?
I was listening to all the joints. I’m talking about Joe, Kem, Tank, Avant…
Listening to this man sing about how he only has 4 minutes to get his woman back.
Listening to him tell her how she takes his breath away everytime he sees her.
How she isn’t appreciated enough.
How she always knows what to do even when he doesn’t.
And every time she takes too long to get dressed, it’s always worth it.
I’m a child of the 80s. I remember this music.
Him saying, “I’d like to know what makes you cry, so I can be the one who always makes you smile.”
Her saying, “I miss you..”
Him saying, “Have I told you, you still mean the world to me?”
Her saying, “If only you knew how much I love you..”
I was feeling all kinds of sexy making this.
Consequently, I got a big trigger-happy with the pictures but in all fairness, this salad is pretty sexy too.
Disclaimer: I omitted Olives because that’s the one food I can’t stand but this salad in its native form, requires olives.
Since I started my new role, it’s more meetings and less running around.
Opportunities to be a super star? Plenty.
But to balance all the sitting down, I go for long walks with Don during lunch.
One of my most favorite people at work is this guy, Don.
I always eat my lunch while we walk.
A few days ago, he showed me this trail that he likes to hike.
40 mins into it, I walked into a snake.
Like almost stepped on it.
He was only mildly interested in why I screamed.
That was the end of that hike.
The wilderness is not for me.
Anyway, on Friday, when we walked, he asked why I always bring my lunch.
“Because it’s better than any menu around this fucking place.”
“You think salad is filling enough?”
I wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not so I just kind of narrowed by eyes at him.
“No, haha, I’m just saying! I find salad more of a … I need something more composed, more solid, to be filled. Salad is just sort of…ok I had that, now where’s the real food, you know what I mean?”
I just stared at him.
“Wait, c’mon, you don’t think so? You don’t think salad is just a sort of formality?”
I looked at him as if he’d just told me the moon was made out cheese.
“Exactly what kind of salads do you eat, Don?”
“Hahaha! Well, I mean, I mean..”
“Dude, you wanna know how to love salad? Cram that shit with the things you like.”
What I Used.
1lb Sushi-grade Tuna. 5 Eggs. 2 handfuls Haricot Verts. 2 cups Arugula. 8-9 Heirloom Tomatoes. ½ Red Onion. 4/5 small Potatoes (or 2 large Potatoes). Olive Oil. Dry Sherry. Balsamic Vinegar. Salt. Pepper.
What I Did.
Slice the end off the haricot verts.
Bring 2 separate pots of salted water to boil.
Add the haricot verts to one.
Add the potatoes to the other.
Cook the haricot verts in the boiling until crisp but tender. About 5 mins.
Drain and set aside.
Cook the potatoes until they are able to be easily punctured with a fork.
Remove from the water.
Strain and set aside.
Thinly slice the tomatoes.
Thinly slice the onion.
Season both sides of the tuna with salt & pepper.
Heat a dry skillet over med-high flame.
Add the tuna to the pan and sear each side for 1 min.
Remove from the pan and set aside to sit for 5 mins.