Wednesday Is Rotten Spaghetti Day
Would it surprise you to know that I have a Rachael Ray cookbook? Would it surprise you even more to know that I whipped up a recipe this evening using it? Would it further surprise you to know that I'll be watching Top Chef in, oh, just about a half hour from now?
Have I lost every shred of masculinity I once had? I mean, c'mon... Rachael Ray??? Top Chef??
Well - you can thank my mother for the cookbook. It was a gift she won in a Christmas grab which she had no use for, and as such, gave to me, the aspiring cook. And, believe it or not, it's pretty useful. Despite what you may think of Ms. Ray (Did you know she now does ads for Dunkin' Donuts? Dunkin' Donuts!!!) the cookbook is actually darn good and has some great (and thankfully, rather easy) recipes in it. Tonight, I made, what for me is becoming an old standby, a 15 minute vegetable stoup which included both green and cannellini beans, zucchini, celery, carrots, garlic, onions, vegetable stock, fresh basil, and (optionally) red pepper flakes. Understand that for me to not screw up a recipe with even minimal complexity is a MAJOR accomplishment - and by complexity I mean more than two vegetables. So, if you'll forgive me, I'm going to pat myself on the back, while thanking all of you who post your culinary expertise in the comments.
As for Top Chef, well Goof's to blame for that. Once, during a visit to New Orleans, just as we were about to head out to the French Quarter, she glanced over at the TV, stopped in her tracks and said simply, "Oh, Top Chef's on. I love this show." And that was that.
Well, that's not ALL that. You see, I got hooked too, dammit. And now I, Eric, the guy who wouldn't watch a TV series other than Red Sox baseball (nevermind a REALITY TV show) am sitting down every Wednesday to see which chef can cook the crappiest dish and get sent home. Unfortunately, Goof's a little irritated with this season because the only two Southerners on the show were also the first two to get the boot. Naturally, she thinks her fellow Confederates are being unfairly targeted - particularly since there are two loathsome New Yorkers still left (and I do mean loathsome - attitude, accent, the whole package.) But it's still fun to make fun of the contestants over IM while watching what happens. Kind of ridiculous drama, but sometimes that's the most fun.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a tuna tartar to visually critique. Ciao!
Have I lost every shred of masculinity I once had? I mean, c'mon... Rachael Ray??? Top Chef??
Well - you can thank my mother for the cookbook. It was a gift she won in a Christmas grab which she had no use for, and as such, gave to me, the aspiring cook. And, believe it or not, it's pretty useful. Despite what you may think of Ms. Ray (Did you know she now does ads for Dunkin' Donuts? Dunkin' Donuts!!!) the cookbook is actually darn good and has some great (and thankfully, rather easy) recipes in it. Tonight, I made, what for me is becoming an old standby, a 15 minute vegetable stoup which included both green and cannellini beans, zucchini, celery, carrots, garlic, onions, vegetable stock, fresh basil, and (optionally) red pepper flakes. Understand that for me to not screw up a recipe with even minimal complexity is a MAJOR accomplishment - and by complexity I mean more than two vegetables. So, if you'll forgive me, I'm going to pat myself on the back, while thanking all of you who post your culinary expertise in the comments.
As for Top Chef, well Goof's to blame for that. Once, during a visit to New Orleans, just as we were about to head out to the French Quarter, she glanced over at the TV, stopped in her tracks and said simply, "Oh, Top Chef's on. I love this show." And that was that.
Well, that's not ALL that. You see, I got hooked too, dammit. And now I, Eric, the guy who wouldn't watch a TV series other than Red Sox baseball (nevermind a REALITY TV show) am sitting down every Wednesday to see which chef can cook the crappiest dish and get sent home. Unfortunately, Goof's a little irritated with this season because the only two Southerners on the show were also the first two to get the boot. Naturally, she thinks her fellow Confederates are being unfairly targeted - particularly since there are two loathsome New Yorkers still left (and I do mean loathsome - attitude, accent, the whole package.) But it's still fun to make fun of the contestants over IM while watching what happens. Kind of ridiculous drama, but sometimes that's the most fun.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a tuna tartar to visually critique. Ciao!
Labels: Cooking
posted by Eric at 9:25 PM
1 Comments:
Today: reality cooking shows.
Tomorrow: musicals.
Eventually: total emasculation! Mwahahahahaha!
(Just kidding. Maybe only partial emasculation. And please stop insisting that it's a "major accomplishment" for you to produce a good meal. You can cook with the best of the grumpy bachelors!)
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