Day 353
I’m defining myself … or at least partially defining myself. I consider myself a foodie. But I’m not really. Not in the actual sense of that word or meaning.
I like food … yes. But I’m not a gourmet or a gourmand. I just kind of like to look at it and watch people cook or prepare. I like to see markets and shops and beautiful displays. I’m in love with all things Food Network … the magazines, the shows. I’d have the channel on 24/7 if I allowed myself!
Tonight I was perusing a stack of magazines. And yes, I get just about every food magazine published. I search them for ideas for the calendars and see what the new superfoods are and get great tips and insight and recipes.
Yes … I love looking at the foods and most of the time I’d like to taste them, as well. That is … if someone else made them for me.
I’m just not much of a cook, chef or baker. Alas. Such a pity. Too bad. What a shame.
I always feel badly that I’m not more patient with food. Usually when I’m hungry I want it NOW … or about 15 minutes earlier. I am then in NO mood to slave over a hot stove and usually end up shoveling whatever is closest and easiest into my mouth while standing in front of an open fridge.
Seriously.
Again … alas. Such a pity. Too bad. What a shame.
And now and then I am almost GLAD I am not a foodie. Almost GLEEFUL that I do not own sharp knives. Almost GIDDY with my simple palate.
Aside from duck confit and anything with a beurre blanc sauce on it I could get along in life very easily with a well grilled steak or roasted chicken or a nice bowl of mac and cheese. I’d eat eggs 5x a week if I wasn’t allergic to them. Come to think of it, I shouldn’t be eating that mac and cheese either!
Anyway … let’s just say I’m easy. Not complicated. Not too fussy. And, more than anything, not adventurous. I admit … I’m not a sushi person. I’m not going to eat veal or lamb no matter HOW good they are. I’m not going to eat an oyster (raw or Rocky Mountain). I’m not into calamari (even fried) and don’t even get me started on organ meats. And I’m certainly not going to eat what was in the basket tonight on Chopped.
Lamb fries.
Before the package containing said ingredient was lifted from the “Mystery Ingredient Basket” I had never heard of such a thing. Lamb fries? I thought it surely must be French fries with some sort of lamb sauce. Fries with a twist.
Well, something was twisted … as lamb fries are not fries … but lamb testicles. Ew. Ow. Baaaaad.
In any case … I was so thoroughly grossed out and repulsed watching this group of chefs chop and saute and prepare these disgusting (in restraint of saying what I want to say knowing I’d really gross whomever is reading this out … I’ll just call them … ) “items”. It was nauseatingly awful to watch them cook these “items” up … and I was just glad I wasn’t one of the judges to whom these (ahem) “items” were to be served.
No thank you. Along with the other foods mentioned – I’ll also pass on the lamb fries. I guess I’m less of a foodie than a Food? Eeeeeeeeeee! when it comes to certain “items“.
Alas. Such a pity. Too bad. What a shame.