I love to cook, when I’m in the mood, and love to share what I create. My son, the blogger, has been encouraging me (translated: bugging me) to submit a guest gluten free post as I have been adapting recipes since I found out I had celiac disease last year. Professionally, I’m an educator in an elementary school in Illinois. I love teaching, but cooking has always been a passion. My problem with writing about my cooking and baking is that I’m not really great about following or using a recipe. For the reader, and for Matt, I’ll do my best to keep track of ingredients and quantities if you promise to tweak it to your personal tastes! (more…)
Finally, the heat of summer subsides, the cool autumn weather sets in and I can actually turn my oven on in the house. On the docket thus far? Stout-braised Pork Belly, Potato Leek Soup, Beef Chili, roasting vegetables, mashed potatoes and some banana nut bread.
I’m a horrible, neglectful blogger. So many things to do, running around with unemployment and finding a job. And then there’s all the stuff for Fantasy Faction, plus my new gig over at AboutBoulder.com doing a food column. So big crazy stuff, but I haven’t forgotten about you loyal readers. All 6 of you.
Keep your eyes peeled, because my first column for About Boulder will be up this afternoon. And I’ll have something good for you guys in just a while.
I have a few blog posts sitting as drafts right now, waiting for my attention. The rubs, the marinades, the questions from Facebook. A Mythbusters-ish one for my friend Max. I’m going to write them, I swear. But things have been a little crazy lately, and what words I’ve been writing have been cover letters, book reviews and a little bit of fiction. So that’ll happen, someday. Someday soon, while I have more free time than I’d like, I imagine.
But this is what we get today. We get homemade ramen soup. And by homemade, I mean I’m making everything but the noodles. Asian chicken noodle soup is delicious!
Given my professional nature, a willingness to try anything once and a desire to experiment, I’m an enthusiastic omnivore. I love trout, bacon, chocolate, butter, whiskey, wine, dead cows and fried things in no particular order. To the point where I can be something of an asshole about it. This is in part due to my own personal bias. If it can be eaten, it should be. In moderation. I am thankful for the flesh of the animals I eat, even if I dislike the conditions that those animals are kept in. I believe those conditions should be changed.
I had a chef in culinary school who was vegetarian. His name was Chef Bruno, looked like the lead singer of Anthrax. Big, scary burly guy, very stern but kind teacher. And he would only eat meat he killed himself, or witnessed killed personally. It was sort of impossible not to respect that, especially given that the class he taught was Butchery. Read the rest of this entry
One of my friends and I were texting and he randomly asks me, “What is the point of parsley?”
That’s actually a really good question.
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I’ve been quiet for a little while, for a couple reasons. Work has been a little stressful and so I haven’t been much interested in thinking about food on my off hours. Closest I’ve gotten in the last few days was opening a bag of chips to go with some guac. Though I did make a nice bolognese in my crockpot. Read the rest of this entry
The worst day of the whole trip was Wednesday. Jon and Z headed out, so that Z could work the next day and not be trapped in the rainy mountains. Jon was going to get a new shelter in town, since the one we’d picked up the day before refused to stay upright during the assembly process. And as soon as they left around noon, the sky opened up and proceeded to dump rain for nearly 8hrs. You try occupying a toddler in a tent for that long. I think I napped more than she did that day. Read the rest of this entry
Something about being in the woods builds up an appetite. Living closer to the land, building a fire for heat because the sun hasn’t crested the mountains and it gets cold at night. Hiking, chasing a toddler around camp, dodging sudden downpours. First thing in the morning and at the end of a long day, nothing sounds better than a hot meal. Except that trying to prep on a picnic table and do anything substantial on a camp stove can be laughable if conditions aren’t utterly perfect. So the challenge to myself, for spending a week in the mountains eating nothing but granola bars, oatmeal, cereal, sandwiches and sausages roasted over the fire sounded atrocious, was to figure out how to strike that balance. Read the rest of this entry
I’m very excited, my whole family is visiting for a week. We’re going camping in the Rockies with my beastie. Her first time camping, which is going to be wild, pun intended. The thing is, while I spent a lot of time outdoors, I haven’t been camping in like 8 years. That time, it was actually part of my job. But anyways, the food related part.
I have a hard time with the idea of not cooking awesome meals in the middle of the woods and wild, but the reality is that gourmet is a pain in the ass with a picnic table and a camp stove. Read the rest of this entry