Eating My Words: Maybe lame, maybe genius

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Maybe lame, maybe genius

You take the meat off a rotisserie chicken and layer it on baked tortillas with refried beans, various yummy crunchy things and sour cream with a chipotle or two mashed into it. Then you drink half a bottle of wine and fall asleep on the couch at 10:15pm while watching food tv.

That's my Friday night. I'm not ashamed.

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Ryan D said...: A little from column A... a little from B -- why are Friday's so tuff?; March 24, 2010 at 9:52 AM

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What's the deal?

I’m a chef - I make my living cooking. Years in the restaurant industry were good to me, but I concurrently took my Master of arts and when I was through it dawned on me that I didn’t actually want to be a prof in some charming small town; I wanted to keep cooking. Trouble is, restaurant work isn’t the most intellectually stimulating, and I wanted more. After years of cobbling together food-and-writing-related work, I landed in the wild world of magazines as a food editor.

The wrinkle is that I don’t cook for myself. People I meet at parties go all gooey-eyed when they ask me what I made for supper, imagining no doubt seared scallops on a puree of freshly shelled peas with crisped guanciale and basil oil. The unexpected truth is it was likely a bowl of pasta with olive oil and whatever was in the fridge, be that Parmesan, sundried tomatoes, or a shot of gin. I live alone so there is no one else to impress except myself. And now you.

But this is hardly the the sad tale of a lonely young woman. Many nights, it’s quite the opposite: if there is bread in the house I will drench two slices of it with mayo and add a fried egg and thinly sliced kosher pickles, then stand over the sink and inhale that mofo. It’s so good and makes me so happy that I often make another one right away. What, am I going to create a stunning three-course meal for myself, set the table, light a candle and cluck about how great it is to be single and independent? Bah. Better to dirty as few dishes as possible and get on with it.

Eating My Words

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Maybe lame, maybe genius

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