Let’s just get something out of the way right now, before going any further. I have a serious love for food, and I don’t discriminate. If you read through all these posts, you would definitely notice the words I LOVE in probably every one.
My kids have been into this game lately where they say, “If you had to choose between chocolate and cake, which would you choose?”, “How about cake or ice cream?”, or “If you had to choose one food to eat for the rest of your life, what would it be?”. They can’t seem to understand when I say I don’t know, that for Mommy, this is the hardest question in the world. I just can’t choose favorites when it comes to food. It would be like choosing between my children.
A fried potato by any other name would still taste as good.
What do you call these fried potatoes? I always just called them homemade potato chips. I’ve recently discovered they’re also called raw fries, wing chips and sometimes even cottage fries. But I’ve now decided to call them BETTER THAN ANYTHING IN A BAG.
World Tour Day Four: Mexico.
When I was pregnant with my first child, this was what I craved. A big bowl of salsa and some chips and I was good to go. At the time, I was working three days a week and on those days I would suggest/coerce/force the girls in the office to go with me to the Mexican restaurant for lunch. We would go to one of the many in the area, all named after some Jose – San Jose, Juan Jose, Don Jose – it didn’t matter which to me, as long as they kept the salsa bowl filled. I know the girls were glad when my due date finally came.
Day Two of the World Tour: The Middle East. Or at least I think so. It seems that hummus has been around so long, since pre-history even, that its origins aren’t exactly clear. It is most widely credited to the Middle East, though, so that’s what I’m going with. If you’re interested in a brief history lesson on the subject, check out this site – The Straight Dope: Fighting Ignorance Since 1973 (its taken longer than we thought).
The summer my husband and I got married, we went on a trip to Paris. I was in food heaven. Crusty bread with every meal, wine all the time, and cheese, cheese, and more cheese. At restaurants the waiters would come around with the cheese tray so you could pick which cheeses you wanted and they would just slice some onto your plate to eat with your crusty bread. It was cheese bliss.
Most days I would rather just have a plate full of different appetizers than a main dish. What I like most about going to parties is getting to do just that, and being able to see what kinds of new things are available. Just when you think you’ve seen it all, someone brings something like Captain’s Wafers wrapped in bacon and Parmesan cheese, or cream cheese covered with caramel and toffee bits, or chocolate chip cheese ball. Continue reading
We live in a small town on the outskirts of a larger metropolitan area. Since we moved here just about a year and a half ago, many restaurants have come and gone. A pizzeria, two delis, an Italian restaurant, a country kitchen, and a bar and grill have all closed. We still have a barbecue place, a chicken shack, two bar and grills, and a southern style restaurant, along with the usual smattering of fast food and pizza chains. But the restaurants that really do the business here are the Mexican and Chinese places. There are at least three Chinese restaurants that I can think of, and there may be more hidden somewhere in the strip malls. I have to admit that I haven’t been to any of them, and not for any reason in particular, but I’ve heard they are all pretty good. A new Mexican restaurant just opened up last week, which is really a good thing, since the other one is packed every night of the week. I have been to both of these, and I can say they are both pretty good, too. I just have one complaint. Continue reading