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Thursday, August 24, 2006

Food Teaser

About a month ago, GirlFriday, at my urging dedicated a week on this blog to food. I promised I would blog on the subject as food is, well, one of my favorite things ever. Only I didn't post on the subject. As I understand it, at least one reader of this blog was very disappointed, not to mention this sites host. So in the next week or so, I hope to make up for my delinquency. (Hopefully, I will not overstay my welcome on this topic . . . but don't count on it. I really love to eat.)

I want to start with some background and a couple comments on the All American food franchise.

First, as I stated before, I LOVE to eat. When I'm done with one meal, I am ususally planning my next even while my stomach groans. My brother has often found this fascinating and when we are together he usually askes me at least once, what my thoughts are on dinner before I've put the last bite of lunch in my mouth.

Second, I am not a picky eater. My husband debates this, and I am not so blinded that I can't see his point, as his explanation of "picky" is defined by the fact that at any given time, I will not eat just anything or go to just any restaurant. I ususally have put a fair amount of thought into what I really want to eat at that moment. If it's a hamburger and fries, then by gosh, McDonald's will do just fine. But if it's not, then that's the last place I want to go. Even at breakfast in my own home on any given weekday morning, I carefully weigh weather I want yogurt with granola, a bagel with cream cheese and an egg, or plain old Rice Krispies. It's rarely the same from day to day.

That said, the much more traditional definition of "picky eater" is explained as someone who has a fairly extensive list of food items that they will not entertain. FOR EXAMPLE, my husband who I think is a somewhat picky eater will not eat pecans, almonds, walnuts, shrimp, crab, lobster, any other shellfish, cream cheese, most soft cheeses in general. Further, he doesn't care for entrees that mix fruit and meat together (i.e. - no Sunday ham with the pineapple on top; no pork chop with a cranberry infused sauce), he'd prefer not to eat ravioli, doesn't much care for mayonnaise, and his sense of adventure with regard to food doesn't go off-road much. (In his defense, he is a good sport, and he'll eat at any restaurant of my choosing, even seafood restaurants. As he is quick to point out - "they always have chicken on the menu.")

So far, the only foods I REALLY put my foot down on are olives (no, it doesn't matter what color they are or what country they are from - they are all "yuck!"), artichokes (unless they are in dip - then I love them), black licorice, and root beer (the WORST of the four). I like healthy food, but I like fast food too. I like food you eat with your hands, and food that you eat with several different types of flatware in several courses. I like big meals, small meals, meals that are quick and meals that take hours to eat. I love Indian food, Mediterrean, Italian, German, French (despite myself), and good old American. Sweet, salty, tart, bland, spicey. I pretty much like it all.

All of this is to say that for the most part I am not a food snob. You can find a good meal almost anywhere in this country (as our expanding waistelines clearly indicate), but don't go looking for diamonds at Wal Mart. So, one of the things I'm going to do in the next week or so is "review" some food franchises that I consider to be above the mark. Laugh if you must - none of these are making Zagat's - but by gosh you can find a meal at these restaurants that will make your toes curl if you know what to order.

Some of my favorites are Macaroni Grill, Cafe Ole, Blake's Lotaburger (Albuquerque, NM), Dion's Pizza (Albuquerque, NM), and my all time favorite, Cracker Barrel.

Talk to you soon.

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Blogger Mike the Eyeguy said...

I avoid Cracker Barrel like the plague. And I even live in the South, so go figure.

Perhaps you can convince me.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can't wait!! Finally a topic I can, er.... ah.... really sink my teeth into! :P

Friday, August 25, 2006

Anonymous Anonymous said...

What we really want to know is this: what were the five or six most memorable non-restaurant gastronomic experiences of your life? Doesn't even have to be a full '..That camp at nine thousand feet in the colorado rockies, dehydrated, when I bit into that impossibly overripe sweet peach, it dripping all over my face so I had to lean way out over the rocks...I broke all the classic rules of backpacking to carry that peach so far. Sweet mischief.' GTB

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Blogger girlfriday said...

So there was a Facist, a Communist, a Liberal, a Catholic and Me.

That is the beginning of one of the most memorable non-restaurant meals.

He, the liberal, married a Russian Communist, their friend was an Italian Facist. Catholic and I stood alone in our love for Absolute Truth, but we shared a love for conversation and Vodka.

It was Vodka all around before the meal, which was served in stages while the rest of it cooked. We drank wine with the meal and Vodka with the chocolate afterwards. Time vanished. It was warm in the little apartment and cold outside where our hosts stepped out to smoke.

I don't remember the food only that it was perfect and we took our time. The Vodka and chocolate I wouldn't forget.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I used to get a chuckle when the ladies at church would bring "Better than Sex Cake". When the priest was around they called it "Paul Newman Cake". Anyways, it was a chocolate cake, with crushed heath bits and toffee poured over it. YUMMY!

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Blogger Lois E. Lane said...

Yes, I've made this cake a number of times. The question is, does it live up to its name? Hmmmm ...

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Anonymous Anonymous said...

That would be the question indeed! Those church ladies sure can cook. When I was younger, I was an alter boy.I would volunteer to work funerals because of the meal afterwards. Even later when I was much older, I would freak out my roomates when I would make open-faced sandwiches of ham-salad and cheese-wiz.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Blogger Lois E. Lane said...

So, does "Food Teaser" really mean that JEB is just a "food tease"? I have to wonder...

Friday, September 01, 2006


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