The local grocery store has an extensive variety of beer. Well’s Banana Bread Beer is worth trying and is a sweet departure from the oatmeal stouts I’ve been known to reach for.
Starbucks has a line of “Signature Hot Chocolates” now. The Caramel Salted Hot Chocolate, which is actually toffee flavored and topped with whipped cream, caramel sauce and sprinkled with sea salt, is sweet and salty albeit deiciously overpriced. Besides open wounds, salt seems to make everything better.
Why haven’t I discovered the song “Grace Kelly” by Mika sooner? I’d never even heard of the artist until a drag queen performance last week. I don’t know what to be bothered by more: the fact that there is so much great music out there that I’m missing out on or that my study schedule has forced me so far out of the main stream that I treat the playlists of drag queens as a form of melodious gospel.
My camera phone takes decent quality pictures of everything except food. For general picture messaging its great. In the kicthen however, even a beef wellington through the lens of my phone’s camera will look less appetizing than a “Tour of Italy” from that popular, local cucina italiana. I have decent quality pictures of the food I’ve been cooking and eating lately on my digital camera, though its all moot until I figure out how to transfer them from my digital camera to my laptop and then post them on here.
Its cheaper to fill our gas tanks with bald eagle heads than gasoline, lots of retailers are having huge markdowns and, perhaps most importantly, Linens & Things is going out of business. These can only mean two things: the apocalypse is near and the has gone to shit (that may be redundant.) Election day is soon-ish. I hope the President-elect shows up with a huge grinder of seal salt to sprinkle generously down on our economy.
Filed under: Food & Drink
It’s not in my style to pick a favorite season. This is true mainly because I manage to convince myself that every season is my favorite at the first respective sign of blossoming, snowfall, etc.
Tonight I cooked dinner for myself and my roomate. I served a meal that I test-ran just a few days prior in the company of my friend, Michael. Michael gets to be the guinea pig during my bouts of culinary exploration because he’s a critical eater with a discernible palette and a healthy appetite.
The dinner was Roasted Chicken, with parsley-thyme compound butter tucked between the skin and seasoned with paprika; Roasted Potatoes, red creamer and dutch gold; Apple & Beet Salad, with walnuts, red onion and a honey vinaigrette. (Tonight I also made boxed couscous at the last minute just to give the chicken something to rest against.)
Roasted Chicken and Potatoes with Apple & Beet Salad
The picture quality is terrible. My digital camera wasn’t charged and I had to resort to the one on my cellphone.
The chicken skin was crispier and more delicious tonight than the first time around. The salad is my mother’s recipe which I updated by using honey instead of sugar. I steamed fresh beets for the salad on Friday but tonight I used canned beets. No matter how you cook beets, the red juice will run when you cut into them, leaving your countertop a criminal shade of rouge. The canned beets saved me time and cleanup, and since I couldn’t taste any difference, I’ll be keeping a few cans of beets in the pantry from now on.
