Image courtesy of adamr.stone via flickr.

Alex approached me as I was getting ready for bed last night to tell me that his blood glucose level was low. This was, quite honestly, a bit of a shocker considering how much food we had eaten over at our friend Kari’s house during the course of the day. I realized, though, that I’d had him take his evening shot of insulin when we got home and that he hadn’t eaten anything since so it made sense. It was just weird. In any case I told him that he could go ahead and make himself something to eat because I was about to literally pass out in my chair and I was not in the mood to stay up and cook something for him.

“Oooh!,” he says to me, “I’ll fry up some fish!”

Alex got a deep fryer for Christmas. He didn’t get it from me, and when I saw it on the list of things that he wanted for Christmas that he passed on to his Grandmother I specifically told her that she did not have to go out of her way to get it for him. She did, though, and now he’s the proud owner of a Sensio 13401 Bella Cucina 3-1/2-Liter Stainless-Steel Deep Fryer. While I must admit that having a deep fryer is pretty much the height of awesome if you’re a teenager and you like to cook, this item concerns me for a number of reasons. The obvious one is, of course, the fact that I’m overweight and have had two strokes and fried foods are really not good for me. On top of that, though, I have that whole parent fear of him burning himself while using it or burning down our house (or both). This is an irrational fear, and I am aware of it, but that doesn’t stop me from having it. Like me, the boy is silly and can be highly irresponsible, but as a general rule he takes himself pretty seriously when he’s cooking and he’s never given me a reason to think that he’d do something stupid that would result in injury to person or property.

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Tonight’s dinner consisted of -

The best part?  Standing over the sink and soppin’ up the drippings from the pan with a slice of Nature’s Own Double Fiber Wheat Bread.

Ok, I think that last part may have saved us from the trailer park anyway.

 

My employee just gave me a heaping plate of home made spring rolls.

Yes, bribes are accepted.

Mar 172007
 

So I just spent the last 4 hours making the Corned Beef and Cabbage dinner I make exactly once a year.

I fucked it up.

I bought a beef brisket – not a corned beef brisket.  Significant difference in taste.

It’s not unedible, but it’s not corned beef.  It’s just boiled beef.  Bland, boring, and not at all what I spent the last 4 hours cooking for.

I’m putting it in the fridge and ordering chinese.

Believe it or not, this has got me in a serious funk.

Go figure.

 

I’m the primary cook of the household. As with most families, everyone aound here has their own likes and disklikes when it comes to food. It’s a fine balancing act trying to get different foods on the table that everyone is going to enjoy. Sometimes, I just have to make the decision that someone is on their own that evening if I to make something different (the most common example being fish). As a family, we get tired of the same old dishes over and over again (and really, there’s only so much “helper” you can eat).

netgoth and xanyboi have gotten me turned on to Alton Brown’s Good Eats. He devoted a recent show to “pouch” cooking, and I thought it looked like a great way to cook some white fish that I recently picked up at Sam’s Club.

The results were less than stellar.

To start with, I put a 1/2 cup of Chardonay in the parchment paper with the white fish. I put a tablespoon of butter in there with it, and covered the top of the fish with bread crumbs and parsley. I cut a lemon into thin slices and lined the top of the fish with them, then put some minced garlic, red onion, and mushroom on it as well. I sealed the whole kit and caboodle up and put it in the oven at 425° for 20 minutes.

The good : The fish was incredibly moist, and evenly cooked. It had a great smell, and really seemed to absorb the flavors of the ingredients that I put into the pouch with it.

The bad : Chardonay is not a good flavor to be absorbed by white fish. It was, at the same time, bland and yet overly sweet. There wasn’t a “hint” of wine flavor to the fish – When you tasted the wine, it was pretty much all you tasted. There was far too much moisture in the pouch, making the thinner portions of the fish very soggy (where the fish was high enough to be out of the liquid, it was moist but dry and the bread crumbs weren’t breaded mud).

All in all, not a great cooking experience – But a good learning experience. The quality of the fish itself in the end result makes me definitely want to try the method again. Next time, no wine – or at the very least not a chardonay and not nearly as much. I might go with another sauce altogeher or just use butter for the steaming moisture. I definitely need to put some kosher salt and freshly ground pepper in the mix as well, and maybe some parmesan and oregano along with the parsley.

Tomorrow night – Crock pot pot roast (which is already prepared and ready to be turned on when I leave for work in the morning). That one, at the very least, I know is a hit.

Any suggestions you all might have on other things I can try with this method are welcome. I’d post the pictures I took, but as the meal wasn’t all that great I don’t wanna post ‘em.

 

The annual cooking and subsequent devouring of the corned beef and cabbage of doom has been completed at our home. It was accompanied by a first this year – Freshly baked Irish Soda Bread (which, unfortunately, turns out to have an ingredient that K. is allergic to – Caraway seeds, for those of you who like to cook for us on occasion).

The recipe I have is amazing. It’s truly one of my favorite dishes, and I only make it once a year (and didn’t make it last year at all…in fact, the last time I think I made it was for a St. Patrick’s Day party I went to up in Jacksonville about 4 years ago). It’s one of those bad for you, once a year kind of treats (let’s be honest here – The fat just drips off of corned beef).

Damn my belly is happy right now, and a general feeling of nostalgic bliss is settling over my very soul.

And now – A drinking song (with a twist for my particular tastes)

Drink!

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