Tag: recipes

Hello, all.  I’m at work tonight & will check in as soon as I get home.

What is your favorite comfort food?

I like (s)mashed potatoes & gravy.

Ham steak & hominy (one ham steak, two cans of whole hominy, drained.  Sear the steak on both sides, remove from pan.  Add the hominy to the skillet & stir to scrape up the ham bits, then put the  steak on top of the hominy & put the whole skillet into the oven [350] for about half an hour until the ham steak is cooked through and the hominy has browned a bit & absorbed the ham flavor.  Serve with your favorite green veggie:  I like spinach).

Its hot. Its steamy. It makes you tremble in anticipation.  It makes you covet thy neighbor’s portion even while sated on your own.

Food, Glorious Food!

(Yeah, I’m a Mom, I now picture the vulture scene from Ice Age 3, not Oliver Twist when this song plays in my head!)

Here is a space to share your innermost oral-fixation secrets, lay bare your culinary souls.

LOL!

C’mon you know what I want. Right here. In the Kitchen. I’m so naughty….

I want every recipe you can give me!!!!!

From Turkey to Christmas Cookies!  Of course, it doesn’t have to be Holiday food, any favorite recipe you want to share.

In the recent spirit of the Anarcho-Syndicalist Pony Liberation Front (ASPLF, it's not just a stifled sneeze anymore, it's a movement) we bring you: Bootleg Pony. An unscheduled moment of pony-ness for your delectation. It also marks your author's maiden diary, so later on you can just shrug your shoulders and say, "well, we knew he was a putz — just check out that first thing he wrote." Read on if you will, and know you'll come out of this story better than I did.

I love to cook.

As openings go, it's not "call me Ishmael," but it does say something true and, for me, important. I do love to cook. I also love the bubbling rush of food blogging that has started around here, too. It speaks to something in our souls as well as our tummies, and to part of the core of ourselves: a better relationship with both earth and us through one of the most fundamental parts of our lives, how and what we eat. I'd like to write some stuff that's a part of that.

This ain't it.

That said, the kitchen offers me home, canvas, and refuge alike. I value it all. The three squares, snack foods, all the different shapes and styles and flavors of food, baking (I'm a pretty fair baker), playing short-order cook to the under-sixes (two of them), holidays, what foods and the ways we make them have meant to different people and cultures, the whole deal. It's a rhythm, a medidation, a craft, a solid kind of work, a source of some real satisfaction in my battered though improving life. I'm not a foodie, nor a snob about ingredients though I like them local (either for me or the recipe) whenever possible. No fancy magazine subscriptions though I read cookbooks for fun; no wierd but lovely gear from the lust-addled pages of Willams-Sonoma. Just a regular kitchen of a pretty poor family where I get some solace and share a little goodness with my wife and kids.

Mostly. Sometimes, though, it can go terribly wrong. Let's move along then ….