
I'll post recipes for roast beef sirloin, mashed potatoes and gravy and Yorkshire pudding if anybody wants me to.
Am I the only one who thinks it is dangerous for a "doctor" to be telling parents that soda is better for their children than juice because it has fewer calories?
Here's an excerpt from the show transcript:
Maybe there is some validity to the problem of parents giving their children too much of a good thing, but why not just tell them to try and get their kids to drink more water instead of making it look like - in a comparison between soda and juice - soda might be a better choice?
I'm pretty sure this is the same woman who tried to tell us a month or so ago that Fruit Loops contain an arsenal of antioxidants. http://cookingoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-there-some-conspiracy-to-keep-us.html
When I die and go to heaven, I'm going to have a Sub-Zero refrigerator and a Viking gas stove.
I have a confession to make. I hate my kitchen.
Under no circumstances will I ever buy another smooth surface electric range. The front right burner has two settings that work - el scorcho and not hot enough. The white porcelain has darkened over the burners and, no matter how hard I try, they never look clean any more.
The oven is fickle and runs sometimes too hot, and sometimes not, which makes baking somewhat of an adventure.
My refrigerator never seems to have enough room.
The sinkhole is making the kitchen floors wavy and my cabinet doors gape annoyingly open.
I try to look at things from the perspective of the lyrics of a Sheryl Crow song:
"It isn't having what you want, it's wanting what you've got."
But I can dream.
What does any of this have to do with the recipe?
Well, not much.
I've been watching cooking shows on TV for a very long time and I'm starting to become a little disappointed in the offerings on the Food Network.
In my opinion, the shows seem to be less about food and more about personalities and selling cookware or knicknacks - like Semi-Homemade - or create dishes using equipment and ingredients no home cook realistically has access to - like Iron Chef. (When was the last time you saw squab or sea urchin at the grocery store?)
The other day we were flipping through the channels and came across an old Julia Child series on PBS.
Julia was all about the food and never seemed to rely on fancy gagets or equipment. She created her masterpeices with quality ingredients, a serviceable stove, a few good pots, pans and knives and a copper bowl and a whisk.
And he drives me equally crazy when he says "hot dogs."
I was mortified the first year we were together and I wanted to fix him something special for his birthday and told him to pick anything in the world he wanted and the thing he requested was sloppy Joes, the kind you make with the crap in a can.
I guess the difference between our outlook on food stems from the different ways we were raised. His dad did most of the cooking. His mom made holiday desserts and roasted pecans. Food was something you fixed because you had to eat.
My mom was more the Betty Crocker type who stayed at home and had dinner waiting on the table when my dad got home at 6 o'clock, so cooking has always been on my radar.
A combination of events turned my average interest in cooking into a passion. When our twins, Ryan and Emily, were born and I had to quit my job, it gave me something creative to do. And then, there's Ryan.
Without going into details, I can honestly say that when he was small, and even to this day, feeding him and keeping him healthy has been one of the greatest challenges of my life.
To me, in it's most elemental definition, food is love.
If you want to watch a movie that poignantly illustrates this philosophy, I suggest Babette's Feast, based on a book written by Isak Dinesen, author of Out of Africa. It's beautifully filmed and the story will touch your heart.
I could never recreate the meal Babette serves at the conclusion of this film, but Beef Bourguignon is also a labor of love.