the food post

I was originally going to write a long post about my evolution as a cook, but I noticed that if I didn't leave RIGHT THEN the bus would leave without me. Instead I'll tell you that I'm going to have a cappuccino in the Italian cafe downstairs, and then Pho later.

they couldn't have done that BEFORE I had pho?

Japan says it will reimpose a total ban on US beefimports after a shipment contained carcass parts that could have poseda risk of BSE (mad cow disease).

playing catch-up

Oh man this CD is soooo awesome.

(Oh shit, I don't have the second one.)

now, I'm gonna make pizza.

I notice nobody really does the Friday Five anymore, which is ok b/c it was dumb anyway. But today's is about food. I am personally quite fond of food. Yesterday I had the last few choco-beans that I had, tortilla soup loaded with veggies and topped with sour cream, and some fancy cheese at Zig Zag. But the only reason I like going out is to try stuff I wouldn't/can't make at home. I learned how to cook when I was 20 or so, when I started living in a place with my own kitchen for the first time. Initially I just used a recipe book, and Usenet, and my boyfriend taught me a few tricks as well. As I was in college and had nothing better to do, I bought a loaf pan and learned how to make bread. And cinnamon rolls.

After I graduated I kind of stuck to a few basic recipes. I'd cook enough food for six to eight people and live off it for the rest of the week. I experimented with vegetarianism and learned how to use wine and spices to add flavor rather than meat. When I moved in with Nick, I would dig up recipes for things we enjoyed in restaurants, and attempt to recreate them at home. Mixed results, but almost always tasty. When I lived at the Red Door, Steve would eat almost anything I cooked, and it was fun. I started making jambalaya that was nothing like what I'd ever had at home, but tasty, cheap, and healthy.

to be concluded?