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May. 15th, 2006 12:38 amI bought two kinds of English peas today (imported from Guatelmala, strangely enough). One set of peas came already shelled and wrapped quite nicely in a little package, the other set are still in their pods and I bought them solely because I wanted to sit and shell peas into a bowl. nom nom. I also had plans of buying more haricort verts (which are very fancy green beans), but the store didn't have any. So, I'll have to ration out what I have left of the last bag I bought.
It wouldn't surprise me if my food snobbery (which the Engineer likes to refer to as me being 'picky') is on the verge of overtaking my brain. Since Angel's influence on me caused me to make the decision to eat organically from now on, the snobbery has grown in leaps and bounds.
There were morels in the grocery store today and if I were a weaker soul, tears would have came to my eyes at the sight of them. I'd dearly love to buy a few and cook them into some kind of gastrinomic extravaganza, but I really don't have the money for that kind of thing. Forty-five dollars a pound, I tell you. And don't even ask about the black truffles, which I have only eaten twice in my life and would most likely sell my eye-teeth for a third shot at them (especially if that third shot involved me being the one to cook them). I saw them used in a cognac cream macaroni and cheese on a television program the other night and since then, I've been pondering if they would go well with the crabmeat au gratin my mother taught me how to make, many moons ago.
Now that I've typed the words 'crabmeat au gratin', I want some. Despite being still entirely too full from dinner and not having the money to buy the crabmeat (it has to be real, and fresh, crabmeat; none of that canned or fake shit).
Tomorrow, I'm playing hookey from work with Joanna to see if my lemurs are back. This will be an exciting day indeed.
It wouldn't surprise me if my food snobbery (which the Engineer likes to refer to as me being 'picky') is on the verge of overtaking my brain. Since Angel's influence on me caused me to make the decision to eat organically from now on, the snobbery has grown in leaps and bounds.
There were morels in the grocery store today and if I were a weaker soul, tears would have came to my eyes at the sight of them. I'd dearly love to buy a few and cook them into some kind of gastrinomic extravaganza, but I really don't have the money for that kind of thing. Forty-five dollars a pound, I tell you. And don't even ask about the black truffles, which I have only eaten twice in my life and would most likely sell my eye-teeth for a third shot at them (especially if that third shot involved me being the one to cook them). I saw them used in a cognac cream macaroni and cheese on a television program the other night and since then, I've been pondering if they would go well with the crabmeat au gratin my mother taught me how to make, many moons ago.
Now that I've typed the words 'crabmeat au gratin', I want some. Despite being still entirely too full from dinner and not having the money to buy the crabmeat (it has to be real, and fresh, crabmeat; none of that canned or fake shit).
Tomorrow, I'm playing hookey from work with Joanna to see if my lemurs are back. This will be an exciting day indeed.