We lead busy lives, full of other peoples children. I work with 3-24 month olds at the preschool I attended as a tot, then will (usually) babysit 2+ nights a week. K has regular families, with regular date nights. So by the end of the week, we are tired of chicken fingers, peanut butter sandwiches, mac and cheese and various preschool hot lunches. That's when we team up with Jethro and the authors and editors of Food and Wine, Bon Appetite and (our new discovery) epicorious.com to make creations that my 13-yr brother won't touch, but that we (and our parents) devourer.
I make lists upon lists, hidden away in my head of various things I want to master in order to get ahead in the foodie world. (I dream of writing for a food mag, btw.) My favorite coffee shop has unbeatable peanut butter cookies, which my Grandmother Kitty's recipe almost topped. I've only made risotto once so far, but will again, and again until it's prefect. A white wine butter sauce and I became friends last night. The simplest salads and I have yet to meet, dressings haven't arrived at my door. I need to prefect my grilling (on my natural gas grill yet to be named). I need to read more. I need to experiment more. I need Jojo [13yr brother] to do dishes, constantly. It goes on, and on, and on.
While food is my life, other things make me smile just as much. Like, the St. Louis Cardinals (Yadier Molina [Cards catcher] and Albert [Pujols]), my cats, people switching to Apple, Jethro Gibbs [CBS's NCIS], the Food Network, really bad parking jobs by people other than me, TV relationships and affairs, really bad reality TV, coffee, etc. The list goes on, so stay tuned.
Also, follow me on Yelp.com: smoomaw.yelp.com
(I think they call it 'be a fan', or freind! me on Yelp!!)
(A salad, a really good one, that I had out in LA a few weeks back. I forget the name of the place, but I'm on it.)
