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Tonight was Cooking Night. (We really need a better name for it. Any ideas?) We have decided that this will be a regular event in our household because we are enjoying it quite alot. I think part of the pleasure is because we rarely eat dinner together these days, as M gets home from work 2.5 hours after I do, and my stomach is somewhat sensitive these days and requires food before it gets too hungry, so I tend to eat when I get home.
We had our first semi-failures with the project tonight. We made uhh.. these things, whereby you take very thinly-sliced meat, put some stuff in it, wrap it up and fry it. This is something we had the last night we were in Sweden last time--well, M has had it all his life, I'm sure, but I had not. The cut of meat is called lövbiff in swedish, which translates to leaf beef which sounds stupid, and as far as we know, you can't really buy it here. However, the butcher at Luxury Kroger cut it for us--it's actually the first time I've ever commissioned the services of a butcher, which was kind of fun. Very Good Eats.. although the butcher got majorly carried away and cut it so thinly that we had to use two pieces to make it thick enough to use. As for the stuff.. mine was filled with mushrooms and onions and garlic and cheddar cheese. M added to that mixture salami, mustard, capers, canadian bacon and pepperoni. That wasn't the failure.. that part was really good.
The failure was the roasted cajun potatoes (wedges of potato, red onion and lemon, along with eight cloves of garlic and a bunch of different spices.) I know it's unbelievable that I would say this about potatoes, but I really didn't like them. They were, however, gorgeous once they were done. I just didn't care for the seasoning. M found them edible but not interesting, so we ended up throwing out a massive quantity of food. The second failure was not really a failure, just a bit of a disappointment. We also made homemade ice cream for dessert, and I decided to make it peach-flavored because I have been craving peaches lately. And.. it tasted good, but the peach flavor didn't come through at all. So, a bit disappointing but still! Homemade ice cream! How bad can it be? :)
The rest of the day was pretty nice, too. We ate lunch downtown at the place that M refuses (refuses!) to call by its actual name, merely to irritate me (it works!) and it was nice and then we took a tiny walk downtown and finally did the grocery shopping, as all the fast food places were beginning to call us by name. No, not really. But M did go through the drivethrough at McDonald's one day a few weeks ago (for my happy meal, of course) and the woman standing outside taking orders--don't ask, I have no idea, it's the stupidest thing ever but they usually have someone out there taking orders instead of using the two lovely electronic devices and WHAT IS THE POINT?--said, "Wow, you've been here a lot lately!" And this was questionable under any circumstances because.. well, he hadn't stopped to pick up food for me at all recently until then, and I had only been there twice, and talked to a man both times. (My order is vaguely distinctive, for I eat burgers with cheese and pickles only, so it's not completely unreasonable that someone would remember.) However, on this particular evening, it totally pissed me off when he told me that she had said that because when I unwrapped my poor little cheeseburger, they had MASSACRED it with onions (which would be okay, really) and mustard and ketchup, YUCK. I am familiar with, but hate, the flavor of a cheeseburger that has had all the yuck wiped off with a napkin, because you never get it all. Anyway, exactly wtf was she trying to say by not putting my order in correctly? "STOP COMING HERE SO OFTEN!" perhaps? Whatever. (I must point out that if you were ordering at one of those joyous electronic devices, your order would come up on the screen so you could ascertain that it is correct, and no, I'm not ready to let it go yet.) I cannot believe I am telling you about encounters with McDonald's personnel that I was not even present for. Yeah. Not that I am easily aggravated of late or anything.
We had our first semi-failures with the project tonight. We made uhh.. these things, whereby you take very thinly-sliced meat, put some stuff in it, wrap it up and fry it. This is something we had the last night we were in Sweden last time--well, M has had it all his life, I'm sure, but I had not. The cut of meat is called lövbiff in swedish, which translates to leaf beef which sounds stupid, and as far as we know, you can't really buy it here. However, the butcher at Luxury Kroger cut it for us--it's actually the first time I've ever commissioned the services of a butcher, which was kind of fun. Very Good Eats.. although the butcher got majorly carried away and cut it so thinly that we had to use two pieces to make it thick enough to use. As for the stuff.. mine was filled with mushrooms and onions and garlic and cheddar cheese. M added to that mixture salami, mustard, capers, canadian bacon and pepperoni. That wasn't the failure.. that part was really good.
The failure was the roasted cajun potatoes (wedges of potato, red onion and lemon, along with eight cloves of garlic and a bunch of different spices.) I know it's unbelievable that I would say this about potatoes, but I really didn't like them. They were, however, gorgeous once they were done. I just didn't care for the seasoning. M found them edible but not interesting, so we ended up throwing out a massive quantity of food. The second failure was not really a failure, just a bit of a disappointment. We also made homemade ice cream for dessert, and I decided to make it peach-flavored because I have been craving peaches lately. And.. it tasted good, but the peach flavor didn't come through at all. So, a bit disappointing but still! Homemade ice cream! How bad can it be? :)
The rest of the day was pretty nice, too. We ate lunch downtown at the place that M refuses (refuses!) to call by its actual name, merely to irritate me (it works!) and it was nice and then we took a tiny walk downtown and finally did the grocery shopping, as all the fast food places were beginning to call us by name. No, not really. But M did go through the drivethrough at McDonald's one day a few weeks ago (for my happy meal, of course) and the woman standing outside taking orders--don't ask, I have no idea, it's the stupidest thing ever but they usually have someone out there taking orders instead of using the two lovely electronic devices and WHAT IS THE POINT?--said, "Wow, you've been here a lot lately!" And this was questionable under any circumstances because.. well, he hadn't stopped to pick up food for me at all recently until then, and I had only been there twice, and talked to a man both times. (My order is vaguely distinctive, for I eat burgers with cheese and pickles only, so it's not completely unreasonable that someone would remember.) However, on this particular evening, it totally pissed me off when he told me that she had said that because when I unwrapped my poor little cheeseburger, they had MASSACRED it with onions (which would be okay, really) and mustard and ketchup, YUCK. I am familiar with, but hate, the flavor of a cheeseburger that has had all the yuck wiped off with a napkin, because you never get it all. Anyway, exactly wtf was she trying to say by not putting my order in correctly? "STOP COMING HERE SO OFTEN!" perhaps? Whatever. (I must point out that if you were ordering at one of those joyous electronic devices, your order would come up on the screen so you could ascertain that it is correct, and no, I'm not ready to let it go yet.) I cannot believe I am telling you about encounters with McDonald's personnel that I was not even present for. Yeah. Not that I am easily aggravated of late or anything.
