I did it. I sold out. I bought myself a pair of fancy-shmancy pants for no reason other than the fact that they made me look taller and thinner. And when you're 5'1 and have just had a baby, you will not think twice about handing over your credit card for the opportunity to look taller and thinner. Heck, you'll pretty much give your right arm to appear taller and thinner.
In my defense, I was ambushed by the world's best salesperson. Who told me I looked great in these pants. That the cotton was picked specifically for me, that some poor person toiled over each stitch, and lovingly ironed the perfect cuff at the bottom, all for me. In short, these pants had only one wish left and they wished I would take them home.
In hindsight, there are so many things that are wrong with these pants. For one, they are utterly impractical. They're the oddest blend of casual and formal- too casual for work and too formal for Target. And let's be real, I don't have much use for pants that are non-work or non-Target appropriate. Second, these pants aren't black or denim. Now really, why would anyone buy pants that are neither black nor denim? Don't answer that. Oh, and the kicker? I swear the price tag has one more digit than it's supposed to. I'm sure of it.
And this after knowing full well that the clothes don't make the person. That good people are good people, regardless of what they wear. That you should not fall for silly salesperson tricks, especially when you're on a sugar high from having had a giant Cinnabon washed down with a giant frappucino. That it's silly to spend absurd amounts of money on trendy clothes because they'll go out of style in one season. That's it's wisest to spend money on classic and versatile pieces that will stand the test of time.
And after all that, I still grin when I see those pants hanging so perfectly and gorgeously in my closet. I swear, they even make my closet look taller and thinner.
And having realized the absurdity of all of the above, there was nothing left to do this past weekend but make something somewhat healthy and lowfat to fit into the aforementioned pants. Introducing Mediterranean Roasted Cauliflower. Coated in good olive oil and sprinkled with kosher salt and garlic, this is quite possibly the simplest and most delicious cauliflower recipe ever. The florets are baked at a high temperature until they're tender and the edges are perfectly charred and crispy. Oh, and something magical happens to the garlic when roasted. Eaten as a main course or a perfectly luxurious side dish, it's definitely going to be my go-to vegetable for the next long while.
Your turn to come clean. What was the last purchase you felt silly and yet, perfectly content, about?
1 head cauliflower
2-4 cloves garlic
1 tsp. onion powder
1/4 cup finely chopped fresh parsley (or herb of your choice)
Heat oven to 425 degrees.
Cut cauliflower into florets. Grate garlic cloves on a microplane and mix with olive oil to make a runny paste. Add onion powder, salt, and pepper to garlic oil mixture. Stir oil mixture. Pour oil over cauliflower florets and toss to coat.
Spread cauliflower mixture on large baking sheet in a single layer. Bake for 10 minutes and stir cauliflower to avoid scorching. Bake for another 10 minutes. Poke floret with fork to ensure it's cooked. Broil for 2-4 minutes, peering impatiently through oven window to ensure that your delicious cauliflower doesn't burn.
Remove from oven. Mix in fresh herbs. Eat immediately, burning roof of mouth.