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Oy, my bloated bloatiness
Oct. 8th, 2006 08:26 pmI think it's one of my ingrained responses: if I have cause to be in a decent grocery store on a Sunday morning, I will instantly start jonesing to cook. No, not small-c cook, but capital-screaming-flashing-neon-C Cook. I don't know why.
So, off I went to do some damage control on the war-torn Zagreb that is my kitchen (Kat and the Melcherts will testify) and hit the cookbooks, where I scavenged a good inexpensive-not-oppressively-difficult-but-still-snooty-enough-to-appease-my-inner-food-snob menu. Today's special du jour of the day, which was today: pork chops forestière with homemade potatoes au gratin, neither of which I'd ever made before. Here's my official report:
Potatoes were not bad, and got better as I ate further. I don't know how, but the one little teeny clove of garlic rose up to conquer its tyrant oppressors, represented by the potatoes, which spent the entire meal cowering in terror. Still, quite tasty, and besides, any menu item that gives me an excuse to buy heavy cream is a good menu item.
The pork chops, though. Oh my God, the pork chops. I don't recall if I literally licked the plate after I was done, but if I didn't, I should have. Exquisite stuff, even though I had to replace the white wine with madeira, which is a bit like saying, "Damn, we're out of Hershey's syrup for this recipe. That's okay, though, because I just bought some Yoohoo." As it turned out, the madeira complemented the mushrooms very nicely, and gave the whole shebang a touch a sweetness that was quite fetching.
In summary, I'm a very happy Adam. Tomorrow, back to work. Bleagh.
So, off I went to do some damage control on the war-torn Zagreb that is my kitchen (Kat and the Melcherts will testify) and hit the cookbooks, where I scavenged a good inexpensive-not-oppressively-difficult-but-still-snooty-enough-to-appease-my-inner-food-snob menu. Today's special du jour of the day, which was today: pork chops forestière with homemade potatoes au gratin, neither of which I'd ever made before. Here's my official report:
Potatoes were not bad, and got better as I ate further. I don't know how, but the one little teeny clove of garlic rose up to conquer its tyrant oppressors, represented by the potatoes, which spent the entire meal cowering in terror. Still, quite tasty, and besides, any menu item that gives me an excuse to buy heavy cream is a good menu item.
The pork chops, though. Oh my God, the pork chops. I don't recall if I literally licked the plate after I was done, but if I didn't, I should have. Exquisite stuff, even though I had to replace the white wine with madeira, which is a bit like saying, "Damn, we're out of Hershey's syrup for this recipe. That's okay, though, because I just bought some Yoohoo." As it turned out, the madeira complemented the mushrooms very nicely, and gave the whole shebang a touch a sweetness that was quite fetching.
In summary, I'm a very happy Adam. Tomorrow, back to work. Bleagh.
