Frankly I’m disappointed with the publicized Foodie world.
They made my favorite food a bad 4 letter word (“carb”); they send mixed messages about what To Eat and what Not To Eat. They make talented cooks/bakers/chefs cry on television when they are kicked off-let go-voted away from the kitchen because what they made was not good enough. They claim: sugar – bad; salt – bad; fat – bad = Flavor – bad. They tipped the food pyramid upside down. They hail the praises of a food or beverage and the next thing you know, that very item lands on the questionable or “bad” list.
Last night we had a local college student for dinner. He is a storytelling foodie and appreciates home-made. When he inquired about dessert, I realized I had none. That didn’t sit well with the love language part of my being. So, while I was talking on the phone I pulled out Mother Mary’s Cookie Book and landed on ‘Brownies From Heaven’. From start to completion – 30 min. Topped those hot chocolate babies with some home-made hot fudge. I was not going to send that boy home without dessert.
So today here is what is setting on my counter .
“This is dangerous.” I spoke that out loud after cutting one, then two, then 3 small…really pretty small…like bite-size small, well maybe two-bite size small pieces. The knife is sitting on top of the pan of uncut gooey goodness. Hot fudge stands by…dangerous right? My Grandma Rozie probably never ever said those words looking at the same food. I’ll bet she would have said: “This looks Delicious. There sure are an awful lot of brownies for Grandpa Rozie and I. Who could I share them with?”
The bad thought about something so good startled me. Food is not our enemy. Food is not out to harm. Food actually isn’t confusing. Those brownies are Good. Nothing bad at all about them. The only bad thing would be for me to act on the temptation to eat the rest of the pan, one bite-size piece at a time, in one sitting. I’ve let too much bad publicity influence my food thinking.
Yesterday I was invited to a cooking class in a friend’s home. She had a chef come over and teach us to make paella. A number of firsts happened during that class: first time seeing and using a paella pan; first time seeing a whole squid beheaded, de-tentacled, relieved from its fins and cellophane backbone, then cut in rings. I am proud to say, I didn’t look away, though near to gagging. While de-veining shrimp I heard it repeatedly called the ‘poopsac’. That was a first, and the last time I will let a vein stay in my shrimp. First time using real saffron threads, spanish bomba rice and spanish paprika. Not the first time I’ve seen a chef with their own knife bag with professional tools, but it was the first time I was allowed to use one of those knives.
Yesterday was the first time I’ve eaten authentic spanish paella with chicken, chorizo, shrimp, calamari, and mussels. First time I’ve participated in its preparation. Yes, I ate the tender squid and the mussels too. If I ever make it for you – I might leave those ingredients out unless I find out you love squid and mussels. Then I would put them in for sure.
First time I’ve had someone tell and show how to “layer the flavors”. It takes time. And that time is worth it.
People, Food Is Good. Learning about it, looking at it, preparing it, shopping for it, eating it. Let’s not be bamboozled by the negative food PR. I decided to listen Grandma Rozies voice in my head and share the brownie love with a friend who has twins on the way and a house full of kids and company. Don’t worry hubby – I’m gonna leave you a big-bite-size one.
Eat all things in moderation. Enjoy food. Even brownies. They really aren’t dangerous.