Archive for the ‘food’ Category

Hair and food (such an appealing combo!)

May 7, 2008

Yesterday I had to take Taylor to the dentist for a follow up visit (cavity!). After signing him back in at the school, one of his teachers came up to me and said:

“What happened to Taylor’s hair?”

And she said it in the same concerned and bewildered tone one might use when asking someone about a broken arm or a black eye!

I wanted to laugh, but I was sympathetic; I’m well known for putting my foot in my mouth. For example, earlier this week my co-worker’s adult son emailed her and said he was making enchiladas for the first time and might be calling her later for advice.

I responded, “That’s so nice, kids always have fond memories of their mother’s cooking, even if the mom doesn’t cook well.”

“Taco Meatball Ring” was the first recipe

February 27, 2008

Last night I went to the “Taste of Home” cooking show with my friends Katrina and NHBC. We had a good time. In an eye rolling, OMG, kind of way.

The show was….how should I put it?

Rudimentary.

For example, the host explained the difference between a clove of garlic and a head of garlic.

And it was very, very commercial.

Especially for something that wasn’t free. Tickets were reasonable, ten dollars, and I can understand having sponsers. But the show went beyond that into overt product placement and cringe worthy audience participation.

One sponser was McCormick Spices. All Taste of Home recipes specify “_ tsp McCormick ________.” That doesn’t bother me. I just subsititute my cheap ass Aldi’s or Dollar Tree basil, cumin, etc…

But during the show, one unfortunate lucky volunteer was asked to lead a cheer.

Give me an S!

S!

Give me a P!

P!

Give me an I!

I!

Give me a C!

C!

(Now if they had stopped there it would have put a totally different spin on the evening.)

Give me an E!

E!

What’s that spell?

Spice!

What’s your favorite spice?

Not oregano or tumeric, we were directed to respond:

“McCormick!”

Ugh.

Viva! papertowels was another sponser and everytime the hostess tore a paper towel off the tube we were instructed to yell “Viva!”

Yes, really.

Katrina, NHBC and I kept our mouths-a-shut and our eyes a-rollin’ but, amazingly, the rest of the audience seemed to enthusiastically participate. Maybe they were afraid of an uncomfortable, deathly silence, similar to when a disliked teacher asks a rudimentary question that only a huge kiss-up would answer. (And, yes, I often was that huge kiss up.)

None of us won a door prize either, darn. I really wanted to win the stainless steel fridge, but some lucky lady from Dunlap won it. As I told Katrina, “I have sour grapes. I’m sure her kitchen is WAY nicer than mine.”

Nevertheless, it was great to see Katrina and NHBC. It was fun, just maybe not in the way “Taste of Home” meant it to be.

Oh, and here’s a link to the taco meatball ring recipe.
(The host started making it and we were like, OKAY? There’s just something wrong with the phrase “Taco Meatball Ring;” I just can’t put it into words. However, once it was prepared, NHBC said “Wow, it’s starting to look good, maybe I WILL make that!” Hmmmm…. her contribution to the next book club meeting?)

Note to Katrina: I still haven’t found the damn rolling pin!

Tanny McBoobtown

August 8, 2007

Last night I went to a party, with my husband.
Social occasions tend to make me nervous.
To make matters worse:
It was at my husband’s boss’s house.
Two dozen people who all know each other, but that I have never met, were scheduled to attend.
We were providing the food: fish tacos, salsa, guacamole, black bean salad, fruit salad and mini oreo cheesecakes.
Talk about a triple whammy.
But it was fine. Better than fine.
I had fun.

Until

Reagan called. She had skidded out on gravel (on her bike) and skinned her hands and knees. She was bleeding and crying.

I felt awful. I felt like I should have been there.
Luckily she is fine, gauze covered, but fine.

Food (?)

March 23, 2007

My kids are having friends over this weekend.  This always poses a bit of a food quandry for me. My kids’ friends seem only to like food that comes from a box: chicken nuggets, fish sticks, frozen pizza, oreos.  I might decide to make chicken with noodles (homemade) and I hear a chorus of “ugh… what’s that?”.  Yep, they are picky and a bit rude, too!  Disheartening after having cooked and cooled a whole chicken, picked the meat off the bones, mixed flour, water, salt, and eggs, to make the noodles, stood over a hot pot of boiling water to cook them, and made the gravy. (After this long process one boy said “it’s okay, but my mom makes this kind that comes in a blue can, and it’s way better”) 

They remind of the cashiers at walmart, asking “what is this?” for each produce item they ring up. 

It makes me think “what the hell?”  Does no one cook anymore?

Orangellos?

January 31, 2007

At the local grocery store, gazing at a piece of fruit.  The sign says “orangello $.29.”  Orangello?  I begin to question my upbringing…. were we the weird kind of family that said “please, have a seat on the davenport”?  Or “Let’s take a ride in my automobile.”?  Or maybe tangello was a pet name, like some families call spaghetti “pasghetti.’  I ask the cashier who responded “orangelllos”  in a “you’re a moron, but I’ll try to hide my derision and take pity on your ignorance” kind of voice. “No, they are tangellos” I insisted. The teenager, barely supressing a flagrant eye-roll , replies:  “they aren’t tan.”