Saturday, November 15, 2003
Food for thought. Last night Stewart and I went to India Oven. Lovely Saag Paneer, naan bread, samosas, an okra dish- total pig out.
I like to eat. I ought to be really obese instead of about five pounds over my target weight. I suppose it is because I grew up in the Midwest where the food was so bland. There was this mysterious stuff that some people put in their food, "spices," that supposedly made things taste better. But we didn't practice that religion. And boiling was THE preferred cooking technique. My mother, blessed-thou-art, is a horrible cook. The WORST meal she would make, a favorite of my father, was "Goulash." Oh-mi-god. Macaroni noodles, stewed tomatoes, and crumbled hamburger. Mixed together. Soggy. Vile. Inedible. Just thinking about it makes me cringe.
And so when I grew up and came home to visit I took over the cooking while I was there. One time I made this bizarre stuff, "garlic bread," and my father said, 'Why do you have to put that on the bread?" He also liked to say, "This would taste okay if it only had some meat in it." Well his favorite diet- fried eggs, bologna, and other assorted meats- ended up giving him a stroke at age 60 and a fatal heart attack at 65, so maybe he should have said, "This would kill me a little faster if it only had some meat in it."
So I ended up liking anti-Midwest foods- real Italian, Greek, Ethiopian, Mexican, Guatamalan, Middle Eastern, etc. And once in a great while I return to my past by boiling up some potatoes and having a grilled cheese.
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I like to eat. I ought to be really obese instead of about five pounds over my target weight. I suppose it is because I grew up in the Midwest where the food was so bland. There was this mysterious stuff that some people put in their food, "spices," that supposedly made things taste better. But we didn't practice that religion. And boiling was THE preferred cooking technique. My mother, blessed-thou-art, is a horrible cook. The WORST meal she would make, a favorite of my father, was "Goulash." Oh-mi-god. Macaroni noodles, stewed tomatoes, and crumbled hamburger. Mixed together. Soggy. Vile. Inedible. Just thinking about it makes me cringe.
And so when I grew up and came home to visit I took over the cooking while I was there. One time I made this bizarre stuff, "garlic bread," and my father said, 'Why do you have to put that on the bread?" He also liked to say, "This would taste okay if it only had some meat in it." Well his favorite diet- fried eggs, bologna, and other assorted meats- ended up giving him a stroke at age 60 and a fatal heart attack at 65, so maybe he should have said, "This would kill me a little faster if it only had some meat in it."
So I ended up liking anti-Midwest foods- real Italian, Greek, Ethiopian, Mexican, Guatamalan, Middle Eastern, etc. And once in a great while I return to my past by boiling up some potatoes and having a grilled cheese.
