“Almost anything is edible with a dab of French mustard on it.” ~Nigel Slater I’ve always loved mustard. Even as a young kid. I wanted it on my baloney sandwiches, hot dogs, pork chops – especially pork chops as it was the only way I wanted to eat them. My brother could keep his ketchup. I’d take mustard at every meal and until every fingernail on my little hands were stained yellow. And so I quite agree with Mr. Slater—and how cool is it that the first mustard quote I found was said by the person whose recipe I chose to be the first of my “Cook the 40” challenge…
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Ready for Prime Time
“It’s so great to find that one special person you want to eat with for the rest of your life.” ~eamII Happy Anniversary! Peter and I celebrated twenty-two years together last Friday. While not a wedding anniversary, on January 4, 1997, I went over to his house to watch a few movies (The Godfather, and The Godfather, Part II, to be exact) and to eat ravioli. By January 5th, we were a done deal. Whether or not true love was due to Francis Ford Coppola’s movies, our mutual love for Italian food or Peter’s inability to live without my amazing personality, I may truly never know. I do know that…
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Let Me Eat Cake…and Chocolate
As early as the Belle Époque, chocolate was recommend [sic] to holiday guests and travellers. (1890) ~from the Sprüngli website If you know me, you know I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth. I’ve never been a so-called chocoholic, and I’ll pretty much always choose burgers over brownies, sandwiches over shortcakes, tacos over trifles, and I’ve always preferred a slice of pizza over a slice of cake. Last week, however, I think my sweet tooth may have finally come out. When in Rome Switzerland Now, don’t get me wrong. I ate a lot of great savory dishes in Switzerland. Fondue, raclette, rosti, pretzels, bratwurst…oh, how I miss Swiss food…
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Decemburger
My Quest for the Best Bacon Cheeseburger in San Antonio “…such stuff as dreams are made on…” ~from William Shakespeare’s The Tempest, Act 4, scene 1, line 157 No, Prospero was not referring to burgers when he spoke of dreams in Shakespeare’s The Tempest, but let’s face it, maybe he would have, had he had access to the burgers in this town and a food blog of his very own. Perhaps Prospero would have chosen to put the best burger in its rightful place, as opposed to all the fuss he ended up making over daughter, Miranda. Too much of a stretch? Probably, but hey, I love burgers and I…
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Amateurs Eat Raclette
“Jet lag is for amateurs.” ~Dick Clark Ugh, jet lag. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to fall asleep during a flight. It doesn’t matter how much water I drink—they say that helps to prevent jet lag—or how long I stay awake the day before an international flight, I just can’t seem to fall asleep on the plane. Travel pillows, comfy clothes, the softest classical music, window seat, aisle seat (my personal favorite), and none of it helps me really sleep. I’m short and so I don’t need a lot of leg room, but I still can’t seem to get comfortable. I guess I haven’t learned how…
