Food, Glorious Food!

 

I am actually not certain what the definition of "foodie" is. All I know is I love good food. I love to make it, I love to eat it, and I actually don't see how this could be a category of people. We all gotta eat, right? And if we care enough about eating tasty stuff as opposed to so-so or whatever meals... we learn to cook.

Now, I know there are people out there that don't know how to cook. My husband's ex-wife apparently could mess up a box of mac n' cheese. This just confuses the heck out of me. You gotta eat, right? What? Someone cared enough to make every morsel of anything you've ever put in your mouth, your whole life?

The moment I could look over the countertop, my mom said, "Here, make yourself some scrambled eggs."

My husband knows how to cook. As much as I would like to make the man completely dependent on me, he cooks well enough that we usually have good natured competition with who makes the best food. And his omelettes are to die for.

Now, I like to cook good, hearty, homestyle meals. If someone asked me to make a cucumber foam with pomegranate reduction over veal knuckle, I'd be lost. But I watch Chopped on Food Network and think, "I could SO do this."

I often feel sorry for the children and husbands who live off of TV dinners and Pizza Hut. Don't get me wrong, my hubby and I had Marie Callender's last night, but that was the first time in about 2 months.

I love to cook. I love making something exquisite out of raw materials, I love silence at the dinner table punctuated by chewing. I love eating something I know everyone finds delicious... that I made. It's my vanity.

My husband took a picture of my meatloaf the night before last. He said, "What the heck, everyone's doing it." As soon as I get my memory cards over to my mom's house and upload them, I'll post MY picture, instead of the one I stole off of a recipe site.

Tonight I'm making something simple, beef dip au jus sandwiches. Real easy and really delicious. 

Then after I stuff myself to bursting, I'll wonder why I can't lose that 15 (who am I kidding... 25) extra pounds of "baby weight."

Do you like to cook? What are some of your favorite recipes? Are you one of those weirdos who DON'T cook? Tell me where you are coming from, I just don't understand. I'm going to finish off the last of the jalapeno poppers while I read your responses.