I don’t sit. And I surely don’t do it well when I do it for an instant. We sat. …for a while. It was breakfast. I did not (eat) much. And we sat. Just sat. Surely, we were burning daylight and missing the next attraction. …and we sat…just warmed by the cup of coffee. It was one of those moments of pure peace and bliss that infrequently creeps into my life. I appreciated the moment. I appreciated it at that moment. And I especially recall it fondly as I write now.
I’m cooking too. I get ideas. I read recipes. I read the news(paper) online. Technically, there’s no paper. I haven’t read the real paper since 2006. They didn’t deliver the NY Times to Maine. Now I don’t have to toss old papers… or to recycle them. Meanwhile, I riffed on a recipe I read. Potatoes, cheese, tomatoes, red pepper, and whatever… oh yes, garden herbs, lots of garden herbs. Don’t forget the eggs; that makes it a frittata. Ha! Can you smell it? Anything with cheese is good. Right? What I learned from the Food Channel is: there are no rules. So, I just wing it. This time it worked.
I have to admit to gaining weight since I quit working. I’ve become food obsessed. Instead of “eat to live” it’s now “live to eat.” Mozzarella and tomato – that would be a green tomato in the middle. And this (other thing) looks good so it is definitely bad for you. It’s a Ruben egg roll. Ya! Sounds bad – but it was good! I gotta stop eating. So far I’m full of talk. The problem is that my own cooking is pretty good too. … it’s SCAW (sour cream apple walnut) pie season now.
Okay! When we ordered home fries I envisioned the kind you get in the diner. Mushy with a bit of crust, oily, and with bits of partially cooked onions. Nope! If you could only taste and savor the crisp hot potatoes brought to our table. Amazing! Yeah, there were some frou-frou dipping sauces. But the potatoes stood out just by themselves. This was so totally unexpected. There was no warning on the menu. There were no recommendations from elsewhere. This was a serendipitous find. Not me…Colleen likes home fries. Pedestrian, no more!
I guess there is a franchise relationship. I’ve eaten in a Big Boy before. It wasn’t called Frisch’s. We fell into the place because I stopped in the parking lot to get my bearings. The breakfast buffet was too tempting to pass up. Good home cooking- biscuits and gravy – bacon, sausage, eggs. Then I read an article about buffet food. Only a little over half the food is eaten in buffets (general). Some (leftover) is donated. Much is thrown out. People leave a lot on their plate that gets tossed too. I’m a veteran buffet foodie. Take a small taste, sample a lot, and then return for what was tasty on the first pass. Don’t over eat. Don’t do it. But…that bacon was mighty crispy.
I’ve had this discussion before. The first was mozzarella sticks way back in 1982. We had them in Hawaii. Good stuff. Old hat…very old hat. Kale? Nope! Never! I never saw it till it crossed my path in 2014 in a green smoothie Jules ate in California. Thick as sludge, so, I think she ate it. And now in Annapolis – fried kale. Annapolis? It went mainstream “food of the year” right under my nose. Chicago – specialty food store – Mariano’s – carried it – as well as Whole Foods. Kale chips – they are thick and crumble easily. The leaves are very delicate. Deep fried and dolloped with mustard mayo, garnished with onion, pepper and so forth, the dish is sublimely seductive. Yeah! Anything this good is bad for you and I can readily attest. We stopped in this restaurant and made special trips to go there. Nuts! Deep fried kale is dead simple to make. After we deconstructed the dish and made some, it’s no longer the draw and attraction.
My current “go to” is sweet potato chips. “Food of the year” comes and goes. It is food trend that often is not obvious at first. Kale remains a curiosity. I will not be drinking a kale smoothie any time soon in my “Vitamix.”
It’s what I called it. Everyone else calls it that now too. Huh? Well, I’m sure there’s a more appetizing official name I could think of. But it’s kind of cute. There’s a lot of flash and bang for your (visual) buck in this concoction. I first had it at a friend’s house. I think it was Nannette. She was pretty creative. I didn’t work with a recipe. Hey! It ain’t baking. I just gather the general ingredients and then wing it. It’s phyllo wrapped around mushrooms, onions, and feta cheese. Go figure. It’s a big hit every time out. We still call it the “mushroom thing” and so far the name sticks.
Here’s a place we ate in the same day as I saw the sushi place. It’s a tavern in an old 1764 building. The fare is American. So, I had the meat loaf. Boring? But you don’t order meat loaf in a sushi place either? The town is New Castle. It’s old and it’s got cobblestone streets.
It’s quaint and well worth a visit. Sometimes there is time to smell the roses. I’ve been busy lately. So, taking a break is a nice thing. The beer menu is a large library size book. I don’t drink. The food is solid. I lost my appetite there.
Well, we started the New Year with a bit of good luck. To celebrate it is customary in the South to eat black eyed peas and pork. And in the North it is lucky to eat cabbage – sauerkraut. I got to eat both.Yes, it’s a strange menu.
Who knew? I’m not in Jeddah anymore. We were making a black eyed pea pie. Yeah, it doesn’t sound so great. But it was. Great! Lots of folks wanted the recipe. It very much resembles pecan pie. Sorry, no picture. It was so good we ate it. Maybe it was the whipped cream on top but I kind of think it was just a good pie. Anyway, the recipe calls for eggs. We got a double yolk. That’s lucky too! Here’s hoping….