Archive for June, 2008

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WND – The Curse of the Devilled Eggs is Lifted!

June 26, 2008

The single most useful part about this blog, for me at least, is keeping track of what I’ve made when.  My mother keeps a small journal of the meals she makes for guests so that she doesn’t repeat them.  While acknowledging the usefulness of this, I remain faintly horrified at the thought of being that organized.  It’s a little too Martha Stewart for me to wrap my head around.

I sat on my couch on Sunday morning in search of inspiration, which is a more polite, if less accurate, way of describing looking blankly at a wall and complaining to my roommate.  What I really wanted was devilled eggs – because clearly I’m a masochist and wanted to try again despite three fairly spectacular failures – but I felt like we’d had a dinner of summer salads just the other week.  But!  The blog revealed that the last time we had summer salads was in the beginning of May, it’s just biscuits that I’ve made more recently, and really, I ask you, can you have too many biscuits?*

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WND – No Dinner

June 19, 2008

No Dinner this week (although I assume that everyone did eat dinner last night). My parents were in town and took me out to dinner instead.

Back to the regularly scheduled mischief and mayhem next week.

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WND – Grilled Chicken Salad

June 12, 2008

There are advantages to living in the US – libraries, book stores, movies, TV – but I wouldn’t class grocery stores as one of them.

What I like about shopping in France is that by and large it still operates on the principal of buying your food only 2-3 days in advance. There are green grocers and butchers and bakeries in the middle of cities – not just in the residential areas, but in the financial districts as well. Food and food shopping hasn’t been relegated to the outskirts and the suburbs. I am always frustrated by the fact that if I forget something at the grocery store on the weekend there is nowhere easy for me to pick it up during the week. There’s no small grocery store on my way home where I can go to buy a can of tomatoes, or bag of flour. There’s a 7-11 where I can get some milk, but no eggs or cheese. There’s a farmer’s market in town twice a week during the summer, and while I can get amazing tomatoes there I can’t pick up a box of pasta. If I forget something when I go shopping on the weekend it means that at some point during my week I’ll have to get in the car to go back to the grocery store to pick it up.

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WND – Food Snobbery or No Tofurky Please

June 5, 2008


Here’s the thing. I’m a food snob. I freely admit this, and while I don’t always say it out loud I’m pretty sure it’s not going to come as shocking news to anyone who knows me.

It’s not so much that I don’t believe in tofu, it’s that I think that tofu has a time and place and if I chose to mostly avoid that time and place that’s my own business. What I emphatically don’t believe in is tofu dressed up to taste like bacon or sausage or beef. If you want to be a vegetarian, that’s fine*. Read the rest of this entry ?