Last Night's Dinner: Some Sort Of Casserole
Let's call this one "We're Heading Out Of Town, Time To Clean Out The Fridge":
Whatcha got there is leftover pasta primavera (rotini, peas and asparagus) added to ground beef sauteed with tomato sauce, onion, garlic and bok choi (because we didn't have any spinach), and some roasted tomatoes, topped with ricotta and provolone.
It was tasty!
Labels: food
posted by Christian @ 10:04 AM
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Okay, I'm not gonna totally take over your blog and respond to everything, but I have to comment on this one. I used to be a chef, not formally trained or anything, but I worked my way up to the head hauncho in a fine dining restaurant. I was the kitchen manager, head chef for the restaurant, banquet chef in charge of preparing food for the three banquet rooms in our facility, and also in charge of limited bar fare for a bar also attached to our complex . . . although I never had a degree, I figure you cook for enough 200 person weddings, you get to call yourself a chef.
Anyway, now that I'm away from cooking professionally, it's one of my absolutely favorite things to do (right after eating), and, although I like to think I'm generally a rather modest person, I also think that I'm a damn good cook . . . I've heard that from people eating my food enough, and while I'm always the first to be hyper critical of my own work, I do enjoy a good meal, and will not hesitate to give myself a pat on the back when I particularly enjoy a creation.
ANYWHO, as I said before, having been lucky enough to have sampled Daryl's cooking, I though she was a good cook, but now I know she's a great cook. The clean-out-the-fridge meal is the hardest to make, they should do an iron chef episode where Morimoto has to use the contents of a bachelor's fridge as the theme ingredients.
Any idiot with a recipe can go to the grocery store and get the necessary ingredients. If he can read and manage not to cut off a finger, a meal's prolly gonna be okay. But the true artiste can create something beautiful from left overs and a half empty jar of mustard . . . any household with one of these people is truly blessed.
On my list of things to teach Anna, right after being a beautiful, caring, and considerate human being, is teaching her to cook. I can't think of a more valuable practical skill to pass on to a child . . . as long as they never do it professionally . . . working in a restaurant sucks.
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