Fiddling With My Food!

Enjoying your food is FUNdamental!

Proper Tools

Nothing my sweetheart has done to foster my cooking has been more significant than supplying me with the proper tools.  Being a man with a tool fetish anyway, it was only natural that such a lust would carry over to the kitchen.  My workshop is well equipped.  I wouldn’t expect to build something worth the time and materials without tools that would facilitate a fine product.  The same applies to the kitchen.

 I invited myself to her first Pampered Chef party.  I was the only man in attendance.  The presenter was a bit awkward having me there.  I kept asking questions.  Well, look, that chopper was fantastic!  I fell in love right away!  But I wanted the Binford 2000 version that could chop of whole head of cauliflower at once!  Arrr!  Arrr!  Arrr!  I mean we’re not messin’ around here, there’s food to cook!

My enthusiasm was contagious though and we now have a well stocked kitchen with nearly every tool imaginable.  Drawers and cupboards full of tools and appliances all designed to prepare what we eat in an efficient and delectable manner.  We are both amazed at how much more fun cooking is and at how frequently each tool finds it’s way to the dishwasher. 

Now, don’t rush out and break the bank stocking up on tools.  I’ve camped for a week with nothing more than a cast iron frying pan and a pocket knife.  You can get by with what you have.  Just work toward improving your collection of implements.

Without a doubt, the most versatile and well used tool in our kitchen is our Kitchen Aid Mixer (pictured above.)  From mixing Dilly Bread to Whipped Potatoes, Banana Shakes to Pancake batter, Meringue to cookie dough, that little implement is on the job, day and night.  That baby’s got horsepower Arr! Arrr!  Scared the bejeebers outa my brother-in-law though, when my nephew stuck a finger in to get some cookie dough while she was cranking.  He scolded the kid and told him he was never allowed near a mixer again!  Now that was unconscionable in sweeties book and she said so.  “Now, I’m sure,” she said, “that safety is important, but if little Joey was going to the bathroom and the seat fell down on his little tally-wacker, would you tell him he could never use the toilet again!?”  Poor kid could have been frightened of the kitchen for life!  For goodness sakes, be careful, but don’t forget to have some fun and steal a little cookie dough once in a while.

For Christmas sweetie requested a Kitchen Aid Food Processor.  Who was I to complain.  Binford can’t touch that baby.  Whole heads of cauliflower here I come!  Were talking broccoli soup in an instant!  This is going to be good.  And she doesn’t even mind if I have a turn at it!

January 11, 2008 Posted by | Tools, Vegetables | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Fiddling With My Food!

We’ve all heard it, that scolding, scalding, “Don’t fiddle with your food!”

Well, now I’m old and retired, have some time on my hands and an encouraging wife and there’s nobody around anymore, who cares if I play with my food.  So I’m going to play to my heart’s (and stomach’s) content!

I’m not an expert at anything.  Heck, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.  I’m most certainly not an expert at food, but I enjoy it, eat it, cook it and best of all – I play with it.  Who wants to eat the same old stuff day after day?  For that matter who wants to be confined to the same old recipies day after day.  I’ve been experimenting with life for the past 57 years and now, I’ve decided to experiment with food.

 I’ve had a modicum of success lately, at inventing my own recipies.  I’ll be sharing some with you, which you can duplicate if you wish.  But, I’ll also be sharing the adventure with you in hopes of encouraging you to do some experimentation of your own.  So, my blog is not so much to give you a window on my lab (kitchen) as it is to encourage you to fiddle with YOUR food!

Hi, my name is Myke and I’m an addict.  I’ve been hooked on food ever since Dr. Worthlin severed my umbilical chord.  And unlike my friend Darwin, I love to eat!  I have never met a food I didn’t like!  I have eaten Balut and Durian in the Philippines.  (Both are especially suited for fiddling with.)  I’ve eaten Cod Tongues in Newfoundland and Fried Green Tomatoes in Georgia.  I’ve had Century Eggsin Hong Kong and Borschtin Chicago.  I have loved them all and eagerly look forward to trying other wonderful and new tastes, textures and temptations.  Through it all I’ve only failed to acquire at taste for one thing – Buttermilk.  I love to cook with it, but drinking it straight, like my mother often did, remains a challenge for me.  I do make use of it (straight) though.  When driving, should I get sleepy, butter milk is my perfect remedy.  Instead of taking NODOZE I buy a quart of buttermilk.  I promply take a big swig straight from the carton.  Then I tell myself, “If you get sleepy, you’re going to have to take another swig.”  Works every time.

Just writing this has made me want to make up a big batch of my mother’s Spanish Rice.  I’ll spread it all out flat on my plate as I did as a child.  Then, without any fear of reprimand, I’ll cut trenches, paths and avenues through it as I merrily eat away!

 P. S.  My sweetheart is a better cook than I and every bit as adventurous.  She’s taught me most of what I know about the kitchen.  We cook separately and together and the kitchen is the favorite room in our house.  Much of my fiddling will include her and I look forward to her contributions to my plate and palate.

January 11, 2008 Posted by | Eggs, Fruit, Rice | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments