We call different things noodles: An adolescent kid’s under-developed arms. The human head. Brains. Top Ramen. I grew up eating bowls of them chocked full of God-knows-what. Osoba and Yakisoba were staples growing up in Japan and when I say God-knew-what, only he (or she) knew what found their ways into our bowls. Seriously. VariouslyContinue reading “Noodles”
Category Archives: Food
Ohio
We made it. 4 days and 2000 miles later we pulled into the Buckeye State. Hot, muggy, but shades of green all over the place. The Domestic Despot and I went out on our own today looking at homes out in the country. We found a few possibilities and the realtor will be showing usContinue reading “Ohio”
Amarillo
Pulled into Amarillo about 6 pm and checked in. Finally, a hotel which was good on their 1st-floor room to accommodate my ADA requirements. Beautiful clean room with all the amenities and only a few feet from the side entrance for easy loading and unloading. Big bonus points. And another thing that I am sureContinue reading “Amarillo”
The Dance
I can dance. Certainly not as well as I think I can, but I have rhythm and a good sense of beat to at least not be “that guy” on the dance floor; flailing, spinning, and generally avoiding falling down to any music, except jazz. But who dances to jazz? Not cool enough. Jazz buffsContinue reading “The Dance”
Mice
Reposted from June 3: I talk about the craziest shit, don’t I? I kid you not. The dirty disease-laden rodents scare the hell out of me. I don’t care how small the little bastards are, I don’t want to touch them. I have been fortunate not to have had to grown up with mice runningContinue reading “Mice”
The Decision
Trey Williams pried open the front door of his small house, carefully catching the tattered screen door to avoid it from slamming shut. “Trey? My man!” his father shouted from the den. “How did practice go today? You guys ready for Poly tomorrow?” Trey poked his head into the room as his Dad stood toContinue reading “The Decision”
Making Magic
I was a good chef. Scratch that; I was a very good chef. Like all good chefs, I had my faults. I drank too much. I worked too hard. I ate the worst foods at the worst times. I had a short temper. I was tough on my staff. Although my talent and accumulated skillContinue reading “Making Magic”
Cooking
God do I love my wife but she cannot cook worth a damn. She knows it. I’m not railroading her or anything, it’s just that when they took off my lower left leg, Karen’s biggest fear was realized: Not because she would have to help me with everything, but because she would now be responsibleContinue reading “Cooking”
BUSTed
So after I decided I wanted to make the move out of my Rocky Boots, chef coat and toque into a real suit and work the front of the house, I worked for a great family country-cooking restaurant chain as an Assistant Manager. I availed myself to travel around the country to help other units.Continue reading “BUSTed”
Salmon
Yummy. And a chef’s dream. It has a mellow flavor, one that takes to almost any treatment or sauce. Nice color for plating. It is actually healthy for you before us chefs start putting our fatty, artery-clogging sauces and butters to it. One of my favorite things to do was to braid strips of differentContinue reading “Salmon”
