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For a full sit-down dinner with several guests, would you rather be the one cooking or do you prefer to just show up and eat?
I love to cook, and love to be cooked for, so... hummm... I'm have to pick - Guest. Though it's almost impossible to keep me out of the kitchen.
Though I love to cook for my friends without my full team, my dinner parties would be failures. I need someone else to make sure the house is clean, the table is beautiful, the guests are greeted because I just want to hide in the kitchen with the food until dinner is served. Then, I'll sit, sip my wine and eat my dinner, hoping my bussing crew will look after dessert and clean up. God, what a dilettante I am!!! Good thing my "crew" puts up with me. Love you guys!
Show us some macro photography.
Submitted by NomDeCocon.
Well, since you asked... Lettuce entertain you.
Sometimes Chinatown simply isn't close enough. Especially when there's freezing rain out there and I'm hungry!
So I had to make my own Pho and it ROCKED!
Of course, even though it's my recipe, I didn't follow it to the letter. I had caramelized onions & mushrooms left over from the day before, so my soup had a couple of mushrooms in it too. And those big white chunks you see in the photo to the right? Those are garlic. Not minced, or even diced, just chunks poached in fragrant broth. Yum!
As posted on In The Kitchen:
When it's late at night, freezing rain, and you're hungry for Pho, it's time to raid the pantry and whip together Faux Pho Bo.
This version of the now-ubiquitous Vietnamese soup is as easy as boiling water, uses standard Asian pantry supplies and is surprisingly similar to what you'll find in your favourite Chinatown Pho-joint. Start to finish, you can be slurping soup in your jammies in about 15 minutes.
I've just plunked my second post up on In The Kitchen. (yes, yes, I'm keen)
When I sent in my first post for review, Ben asked if I wanted to include a little more about me in my first post. I decided instead to start slow with a recipe and test the waters. I saved the oversharing for post #2.
This time I've repurposed an earlier Vox post which was inspired by June, who was inspired by Jeani to respond to the BBC's reader's poll of 50 Things to Eat Before You Die.
Sunday may be your day of rest, but it's my day of meals and meetings. So meet my weekend lunches:
BTW - a couple of people had blogged about my No One Cares What You Had for Lunch series... So I guess somebody cares. Specifically Venus @ The Handbasket, Holly @ Holly Babble and Excruciating Minutiae!
The panini was quite good - sliced ham, provolone, mango chutney and grilled pinapple on a rosemary foccaccia.
But that blue cherry?!?!? They must have a colour blind dietician.
Okay, without going into the rant both my parents subjected me to when I used the word "weird" for anything other than the preternatural, I will respond to the essence of the question:
What's the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?
Submitted by Megan.
By name: Monkeygland Burger from a street vendor at Sam Levy's Village in Harare Zimbawbe.
By texture: Uni sushi or perhaps the sensation of those bubble tea bubbles hitting the back of my throat.
By taste: Bear Chili. It's the first meat I've ever eaten that I really disliked... and I really disliked it. If you think lamb is gamey, just don't bother with bear.
By freak-out-half-the-population-just-by-saying-it: Pork Balls.
By what- the- hell- is- that- thing- we- just- hauled- out- of- the- ocean- &- dad- still- found- a- way- to- cook: a large creature who was never-seen-the-sun white, had the shape of a barnacle but no external or internal bone, cartilage or shell, and was brought up from the bottom of the ocean with a squid jig stuck suction-cup-like onto a rock. Once dad cut the rock off, he sliced it into thin chunks and cooked it like squid in a garlicky olive oil.
Now, you may say "hey, none of that is especially weird", but having reviewed
many of the recent QotD postings on this topic, I have to say that the only
ones I would consider "weird" are the peanut butter combo
sandwiches - w/ pickles (ack), w/ anchovies (eggh), w/ jam (puke). IMHO there are only 3 non-weird ways to eat
peanut butter: off the index finger, in a cookie, in a satay sauce when you
can’t get fresh peanuts to grind yourself.
But given my obvious failure as a weird-benchmarker, here's my question for
you:
In a culturally diverse society like ours who defines the benchmark for "weird" food?
Sunday October 22nd, that's tomorrow, will find me chatting about food with Lisa Moskaluk on CIUT's The First Word. [Listen online between 1pm-3pm]
The theme for the show this week is food and while I don't know who else they've got scheduled in, I suggested a handful of other guests who I know have something to say on the subject.
Who'd I suggest?

