I grew up in a small
town village in Wisconsin, the second youngest of four children.
Two of my siblings live within an hour of that village, the third recently moved a bit further south. I have lived in Ireland, Andorra and, now, France.
All of my family and friends in the Midwest think that 5:30 – 6:00 in the afternoon is a reasonable time to eat the evening meal. I consider that to be a late lunch. 9:00 is reasonable for dinner (except in summer when we normally eat around sunset – 10:30). For us dinner is the end of the day; all chores are done before, relaxing after.
The first pic is of some of my sis's cookbooks.
The second is of some of mine (yes, all 3 bookcases). She has two cookbooks that limit the number of ingredients in the recipes: one to four items and the other to six. People count ingredients? What if a dash of Truffle Oil would just finish the dish perfectly? Of course, she doesn't have truffle oil, so – moot point.
She doens't have 'A Man, A Can, A Plan' which I saw in the bookstore. It was in the cookbook section but….does that qualify as cooking? It's apparently popular because there are 5 versions. Is that scary or what?
They (family, friends) think my cooking is weird.
They use pre-packaged convenience foods – because they can. I don't – because I can't…. but, also, because I can't bear to add all of the typical salt, fat and other additives that's in them. (Have you actually looked at the Cream of Mushroom Soup label? Dried Onion Soup?).
The, apparently common, non-interest in vegetables is reflected in restaurant meals. This is a Barbecue Omelet I had for lunch one day. Three egg omelet stuffed to overflowing with shredded barbecued pork and topped with cheese. Served with more barbecue sauce (5 kinds) on the side and Texas Toast (huge slabs of white bread – I passed on the toast). Everywhere in Europe this would be garnished with a salad including some raw or cooked vegetables. Oh yeah, it was really good! And I tried all 5 sauces!
We had dinner at a new, upscale restaurant one evening (at 7:00 to accommodate me LOL). We had Seared Ahi Tuna, Shrimp Skewers, etc. to start. The main course, of whatever protein had been ordered, was nicely seasoned, sauced or whatever and placed in the center of the plate…. alone. Not so much as a broccoli floret to accent the meal.
On the other hand, the cafe where I had the omelet was full of character (if not greens). It sits right next to the railroad tracks. I grew up on the Mississippi river. On both sides of the river, going through all of the river towns, there are train tracks. One can't get away from them and we locals don't hear the trains (mon mari, on the other hand, hears every one…).
Well, we do hear them if they are right next to us, and this place was about 5 feet away from the tracks. To compensate(?) they had a toy train track that encircled the dining room. Whenever a real train went by the toy train blew it's whistle and raced around the ceiling.
Yes the noise was deafening but it did give one something to watch during the enforced lull in conversation.
I just realized I'm rambling. I started writing about being different and ended with toy trains!
Maybe be the lack of vegetables is scattering my thoughts. And why am I still harping on vegetables? Could be jet lag…. Wonder if there's any asparagus in the fridge?
Did I mention that I had a wee mid-life crisis? I apparently got lost in the music section at Barnes & Noble. I meandered out of classical and ended up buying a Grateful Dead CD. I'm thinking, maybe, Bob Dylan should be next…..
I need a nap.