October 31, 2011
Which isn't to say that it doesn't have its advantages, the biggest being that it helps me in the great going out to eat debate. It's hard to argue with Wife the merits of new and unpredictable versus familiar and safe when money is tight, but if it's for "work," well, we can't just go to Los Betos all the time. Then again, if our experience at Bad Boy Burgers (7000 Fairview Avenue, Boise ID 208-373-0020) is any indication, maybe we should.
October 27, 2011
October 25, 2011
It is, of course, the latter that I wish to address today. An unhealthy love of top ten lists, combined with my disgust at our local school district's choice to not allow children to come to school in costume has inspired me to take a break from writing about food and instead offer my top ten horror films as an appetizer for your Halloween celebrations. If buckets of gore aren't your thing, or you're simply a stickler for actually finding a recipe when you open up a food blog, head on over to Macheesmo; it's the best food blog online. But if you like a good scare or want to debate my picks in the comments below, please continue reading.
October 18, 2011
There aren't many aspects of my marriage I have an issue with. I think it's a testament to exactly how good I have it that, when thinking of areas of contention, something this trivial comes to mind. We don't have big blow out fights, don't run around on each other or even (six years in) spend much time apart. But whenever Wife and I go out to eat, there is an elephant in the vehicle.
She doesn't like Asian food.
She doesn't like Chinese. She doesn't care for Thai. She's not terribly fond of Vietnamese.
It's not that she hates these foods. On occasion she'll be in the mood for "the broccoli beef from that one place," and she is satisfied after eating a bowl of pho. If she were to have a say in this blog, if we were to put the food debate on trial, I'm sure Wife would say that it isn't that she doesn't like these foods, it's that I like them entirely too much. Both of us would look at a typical conversation on the trip to the drive-through to state our case.
Wife: Wanna go out to eat?
Me: (Looks at dirty dishes.) Sure, why not.
Wife: What should we get?
Me: In the mood for Chinese?
Wife: Not at all.
Me: Whatever you want, I guess.
October 13, 2011
Take this morning. Boy and I had just returned from dropping off Wife at work. He wanted to hop onto Netflix and finish watching "Garfield's Pet Force." I wanted to do some prep work for the stir fry I was going to make for dinner. Spending half an hour to make something fancy was out of the question. Still, I didn't want to resort to cereal, cold or hot. Our eggs were already claimed for other things. It was a similar situation to the one that caused me to make the breakfast ramen I wrote about earlier. This time, however, I didn't come up with any new ideas. I turned to a cheat.
October 7, 2011
Job Corps. Wife learned to cook from me. This leads many people to think that, should they need advice in the kitchen, I am the one to call. I am not.
Perhaps it's a poor idea, when trying to establish a cooking blog, to talk about one's inadequacies in the kitchen. However, it's the truth; I am very bad at the technical aspects of cooking. I double check "The Joy of Cooking" to get the proper cooking time for baked potatoes. I prefer it when Wife makes the rice. Her skills lie in, well, skill. When she found a roasted chicken recipe she liked she memorized it, and apart from minute changes in seasoning, she makes the same bird each time. Mashed potatoes, gravy, and a small rotating selection of veg follow as if created on an assembly line. This analogy may make the food sound uninteresting, but it's not. Everything is tender, flavorful, and perfect.
October 3, 2011
Man Vs. Food.