I cook - a lot. And I love to cook. I'm fairly knowledgeable about nutrition, cooking, cuisine, whatnot. I am not a food snob, nor would I like to be called a "Foodie".
I cook, we eat. I think we eat well.
OK: my pet peeve. It's an internet sensation to post a recipe, first by giving a brief (or maybe not-so-brief0 sobriquet of a recipe, and then proceed to (HERE COMES MY PET PEEVE!!) a photo journal of how to make the stupid dish. These insipid articles, written by - I don't know - gourmet wannabes? - first show us the oil in the pan. And the next giant photo to download shows the diced onions in the oil in the pan. We see a photo of pancetta or bacon or a bag of potatoes or dried squid. And then there is a photo of liquid, being poured into the pan. and it goes on and on. I can scroll down for hours it seems, and then: voila! The recipe, in text.
TEXT. Thank you very much. I just want the recipe. Nothing more.
And more interesting stuff from rural Kansas: that Spouse o' Mine and I went to the Manhattan Arts Center play yesterday: Harvey. It was very enjoyable. In fact, that Spouse o' Mine said it was more entertaining than a movie. (In part, I think, because we were only a few feet away from the stage, and also because he liked the fact that they served Harvey Wallbangers at intermission.)
Tonight that Spouse o' Mine has a "Strategic Planning" meeting at church. I am not sure what that entails. Is Christianity like a chess match? I always like church service to be a quiet service of prayer and contemplation, and some really good choir & organ music. Should I have to think about strategically-aligning myself anywhere in the sanctuary? Ok, maybe in the fellowship hall. If the coffee is good.
Old Dog dislikes new tricks, I suppose.
I am, of course, fifty-four.