Saturday, July 21, 2018

Suckered by packaging

Nein danke. Although I have a tub of gochujang in my cupboard, I have no idea what it is supposed to taste like, it gets used in things and I've never tasted all by itself. I saw these things and though "Oh sure, what the hey?" 

To me these tasted like kimchi. (Which I do no like despite my liking all things pickle.) I can't even describe the taste aside from hot and foreign. But I kind of like the idea of serving these to some unsuspecting guests who would be too polite to shriek, "What the fuck am I eating?" before running to the sink to spit it all out and rinse with cold water. Unfortunately almost no one I know would just sit there chewing thoughtfully with their eyes wide open and watering, and trying to guess what the hellish taste and sensation in their mouth is. Maybe I need to make friends with some elderly nuns. 



Thursday, July 19, 2018

Chicken thighs and potatoes

These potatoes...they're just impossible not to love. I used a mandoline to slice them perfectly and then grilled them with the chicken thighs on top so they dripped their chicken juice and fat deliciousness down into the sliced potatoes. 

You cannot begin to imagine how far my eyes rolled back into my head when I tasted them.






Wednesday, July 18, 2018

When life hands you cherries

Don't pit them with a white shirt on.

It was French class and I was making tartelettes aux fruits for dessert. It would have been tartelettes aux fraises but I didn't have enough, as often seems to be the case with my garden. I used my raspberry crop (in its entirety) and supplemented with cherries. You couldn't even taste the raspberries anyway.

I topped them with cherry cream, creme de cerise. And I managed to get the mint garnish on the plate which is rare for me. Usually I find the mint/chives/tiny tomatoes/lemon wedges on the counter in the morning having served the meal ungarnished. 










Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Let my people go

It was a losing battle. It was ugly. I got 4 strawberries (OK, 10). What's the point? 

I let my strawberries out of their plastic prison. "Run!" I exclaimed when I ripped their bonds of restraint off. "You're free!" I told them, "Go...play!!!" But they didn't move. They just sat there. I don't think they care in the least. And neither do the squirrels. There are no strawberries on them anymore. And I don't care either. I'm past that. 

I have to figure out what crop I can put in next year that will disappoint me.



Monday, July 16, 2018

My mother's refrigerator

This is about 3 days worth of dinner leftovers. Possibly 4. She has a dedicated landfill site. 


Thursday, July 12, 2018

Sülz 'n stuff

My friend Carol, who is German (well, actually Austrian and German) brought me some head cheese and liver sausage after she read my recent posts describing my brave forays into the world of dubious German food. She got these from a German butcher in Door County. The sülz was good (My mother LOVED it and ate it with gusto) although it was not like the stuff I had in Germany. The German head cheese had a completely different flavor profile and was gelatinous in a not exactly scrumptious way. This sülz was good but the liver sausage was fantastic. I ate the whole damn thing (minus the pig intestine casing) on Triscuits with lettuce. It was the bomb as some people I know say.

And get well soon wishes to Carol.


Wednesday, July 11, 2018

The secret weapon

I'm hoping the rabbits cannot tell that this is an osprey kite rather than the more dangerous (to them) peregrine falcon kite. Ospreys eat fish so the rabbit may not be so afraid of them. The rabbits may be, in fact, casually eating my (insert whatever plant I have in my garden) and thinking...huh, what is that stupid thing doing here? 

I have the kite on a collapsible pole and I take it down every night. This morning when I raised it there was a flurry of activity as about 200 birds scattered trying to get away from it. I didn't see any rabbits they may have been busy eating (what the fuck ever) and no longer interested in the antics of some lost and confused osprey.