07.27.2005
Gourmet
I hear the pitter-patter of little feet on my roof. It is not, unfortunately, Santa Claus, who might bring extensive repair work for free because I am a good boy.
Good morning, America. How are you? I’m feeling as if I might have a productive day. I can finally move my car again, at least, and later, I will glide through the streets of Baltimore in search of a cheap telephone. C’est la vida loca.
Last night, at the mall, Rob and I discussed crock pots. He is in favor of them because, as he said, when he goes out of town, he could leave me a “bag of stuff,” which I could empty into the crock pot and “have a nice meal at the end of the day.” But when I’m alone, I don’t want a nice meal. Two days ago, I had kettle corn for dinner (although, if kettle corn came out of a crock pot I might be willing to give the whole idea a second look-see). Yesterday, Rob was in town, so for dinner I had ice cream and a salad.
He spoils me rotten.
posted by
David at 8:50 AM
Anytime you want to take Goblin Foo for an evening stroll down to Sylvan Beach for an ice cream treat - I'm available! I'm sure we could twist Cara's limber limbs as well.
Did you wear a big straw hat when eating Kettle Corn?
posted by:
Linda on 07.27.2005 at 9:49 AM
I hate to prepare anything other than cereal or some microwavable disaster when I'm alone. Add people to the table, and I turn into a chef.
Found you while technorati-ing for Santa.
Have a great day!
posted by:
Jacqui on 07.27.2005 at 11:26 AM
Funnel cakes, kettle corn, ice cream and salad. The new four basic food groups!!! ;)
posted by:
Hanuman on 07.27.2005 at 12:45 PM
Might be a stupid question, but what's a crock pot? Is that like a pressure cooker? We don't have them here on this small isle.
A crockpot is a slow cooker ... you plug it in, and it cooks at a low temperature ... usually you're making some sort of stew-like thing, and it cooks for about 4 to 8 hours. They first came into vogue in the 70s, I think. My mother had one. You put stuff in the cooker in the morning, and when you came home from work, there was dinner.
So, apparently I have to figure out how to make kettle corn in the crockpot, if we ever get one.
posted by: Rob on 07.28.2005 at 3:07 AM
Linda: Mmmmm, ice cream sprinkled with Cara's limber limbs! Um... I don't get the straw hat aspect, though. If straw hats are required to consume kettle corn, I might as well hop off that bandwagon right now. (Campbell would say bandwaggon, but he is a crazy person brandishing an apocryphal OED.)
Jacqui: Add people to the table, and I turn into a werewolf.
Hanuman: Which is why I gained four pounds in the past two weeks. What was wrong with the old food groups?
Christopher: See Rob's answer above. If you don't have one, you can come visit ours, as I'm sure one will be gracing our countertop soon. You should have seen him salivate over the stainless steel one.
Rob: Thank you for your description. I was sure that a culinary question would lure you into posting a comment!
posted by:
David on 07.28.2005 at 9:57 AM
I made the most hideous recipe in my crock pot recently, because a fabulously well turned out barfly named Dixie told me to.
People actually ate the proceeds, and claimed it was delicious. (I wouldn't know, I don't eat pot roast myself.)
True story!
posted by:
Mushlette on 08.02.2005 at 3:05 PM
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