20 Aug

Starting this blog has thus far done exactly what I was hoping it would- encourage me to not just think about food all the time, but really engross myself in it (like in a swimming pool of spaghetti! Sounds enGROSSing! TERRIBLE WORDPLAY!!!). It hit me the other day how food-centric my world has become lately when I came home from working the line. Slinging breakfasts and sandwiches all day wasn’t enough for me, so I followed it up with reading foodgawker, listening to the Splendid Table podcast, and making shrimp and shiitake mushroom spring rolls:

I made the spring rolls for a going away potluck for my dear friend leaving for Japan, so for dinner I got all sorts of Asian-inspired dishes. She and all of her friends, incidentally, are incredible cooks, so I’m in favor of her staying in my town, but, oh well.

Then yesterday I found a giant stack of Gourmet magazines in the library’s free bin, so I totally ransacked that and found a recipe for chicken and rock shrimp with a tomato cream sauce. But I didn’t know what a rock shrimp was, so I bought fancy prawns from the co-op. For all I know they’re the exact same thing, and if I was any good at anything I’d look up the difference right now. But I’m already word vomiting all over this post as it is, so I’ll let it go.

C and I were cooking one of the first meals in his new house, so we didn’t have pepper WHICH BLEW because I’m a pepper fiend, but it was still damn tasty nonetheless. What could go wrong with prawns? Those freakish little undersea aliens are the best seafood as far as I’m concerned. Here’s a wildly subpar photo of the ready-to-eat goods:

And a fine pairing of $4 chardonnay, please.

Thanks for introducing me to Crane Lake via brown paper bag day drinking at the lake, Jeremiah! It has really launched me onto a whole new level of classiness.

After dinner C wooed me with an impressive stack of dinner specials he had created and cooked every weekend at his old kitchen job. SWOON.

Wow, I’m really photo happy right now. This post is balls out with photos! WHOOOOOAAAA!

So here’s another. We rode our bikes downtown for ice cream and got a serious hookup from C’s friend who was working, CHECK IT:

Yes, that’s C holding perhaps the greatest ice cream cone ever created. Number one important factor: it’s GOT to be a waffle cone. There’s no other way to do it. Other types of cones taste like those paper wafers at old school communion, and waffle cones taste like an angel got dipped in butter and served to me on a silver platter. And I do love angels. Tasty, tasty angles.

Anyhow, I got three flavors: mint Oreo, super dark chocolate, and cookies and chocolate. I know, it doesn’t sound all that special, mostly just like the chocolate monster came into town and barfed all over everything, but I swear it wasn’t like that at all!!! It was divine. And now all I can think about is ice cream. I wonder if his friend is working again tonight…?

2 Responses to “FOODHOUND”

  1. Jenn August 20, 2010 at 3:10 am #

    While I am also pro-waffle cone, let me add one addendum…the PRETZEL cone! My local ice cream shop got me hooked on them, and now, nothing else will do. You get that little hit of salt in with your ice cream, and it’s heaven. Demand the pretzel cone, I say! (Spring rolls looks fabulous, btw.)

    • wolfsoup August 20, 2010 at 4:38 pm #

      Whoa, I’ve never heard of a pretzel cone! Sounds magical, I’ll keep a look out!

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