Archive for the ‘Food’ Category

The Salad Kick

Tuesday, March 4th, 2008

I was elated when my office-mate suggested yesterday that we resurrect what has become affectionately known as the Salad Kick. Basically, it consists of a few of us going in on wholesale boxes of fresh produce and eating salad until it comes out of our ears.

It was one of the things I wanted to do after the bar, and let me tell you, folks, for the past two days I have been in salad heaven.

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Spring Mix
Broccoli
Tomatos
Bell Peppers
Mushrooms
Craisins
Feta Cheese
Cashews
Italian Dressing
Pita Chips On The Side

Great Traditions

Friday, February 8th, 2008

There comes a day in every man’s life when he looks back on the past and realizes its value on the present, when past traditions long abandoned are resurrected into glorious light only magnified by the passage of time. It is on such a day that our hero has now embarked, and as he assayed the traditional feast before him, he could not help but remember the wisdom that he had been taught: “And besides this, giving all diligence, add to your Taco Bell coffee, and to your coffee law books…”

From A Pointless Oral History of One of Mankind’s Dimmest Luminaries

Back when I lived in Northern Virginia, one of my favorite food-related activities was to grab a trusted friend and head to Taco Bell for a two-man, Grande Meal eating show. (And yes, adding the Nachos BellGrande and the Mexican Pizza were musts.)

I will freely admit that it is a hard task to find a friend who is willing to trust you enough to subject his entire digestive system to the bombardment of such a feast, and it is for that reason that I have not attempted this glorious tradition since leaving Northern Virginian climes.

Today I was highly gratified to learn that I have not lost my touch. The Grande Meal still quakes before me…and quakes within me.

And as I add a big cup of coffee to the dozen pounds of I-Can’t-Believe-It’s-Not-Beef running through my system, I am amazed at what bar study can do to a man.

Re-Addicted

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

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I’ve loved Ramen Noodles for a long time. There for a while, I forgot the passion, but lately it is being restored. I don’t know what triggered the restoration, to be honest–probably the desire to be frugal combined with the call of unlimited options.

Now don’t get me wrong, friends. Ramen can be prepared badly, especially if you follow the directions on the packet. If you make a weak, slimy, yellow-green soup, you are doing it all wrong. And don’t bother with anything other than the chicken flavor.

But done right, Ramen is glorious. Done right, Ramen is not just dinner, nor is it just art; Ramen is the canvas upon which dinner is painted.

Just imagine it. Ramen noodles (Maruchan Ramen, not Top Ramen) cooked, drained, and the sauce added. Combine on the top some stir-fried veggies (Costco has an excellent frozen mix), a couple of slices of canned jalapeno, and if you are really adventurous some sliced, stir-fried chicken or steak. A little salt for the veggies and some fresh crushed black pepper, and you have a meal that takes 15 minutes and tastes great.

And the options are unlimited. Versatile, tasty, and undeniably convenient, Ramen is the ultimate American food.

Not convinced? –

Wall o’ Ramen

Ramen, You’re Beautiful

The Feast Before the Fast

Friday, November 23rd, 2007

I love Thanksgiving.

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This Thanksgiving feast is particularly momentous, as I prepare this afternoon to leave for Sudan. Our pickings will be slim on the culinary side of things, so I packed some goodies…

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Your prayers are greatly appreciated. More to come.

A Pleasant Mistake

Monday, September 10th, 2007

I have a definite affinity for Costco’s organic chicken. It’s amazing stuff–grilled, baked, fried in a bit of butter, over pasta, under pasta, with a little pepperjack and olive oil on a roll…you get the picture.

A couple weeks ago I discovered, in the pasta variation, that if I slice the chicken into chunks before cooking it, it works better than cooking the whole piece. The seasoning spreads more easily, it cooks faster, and is just as tender while being far more user-friendly.

Last time I cooked it, I added a spot of balsamic vinaigrette just before it was done, which added a nice little pizzazz. Tonight I thought I’d do the same thing, but added it a bit early and accidentally added way too much. I must admit I was despondent at first; I love balsamic vinaigrette, but too much can really mess up the pasta.

Boy, was I wrong. The vinaigrette boiled down to a tasty sauce for the pasta, which was excellent on its own, but even better then that, as it cooked down, it formed a thick, slightly sweet coating on each piece.

The moral of the story is that as much as the steam from boiling vinegar sears the nose, enough boiling has the opposite effect on the tongue. I may repeat this mistake tomorrow.