saskanuck
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Hi there, I've been lurking for a while, because I haven't been around much lately, more's the pity, due to work and home commitments.
These are the things I won't eat:
organ meats or anything made from them
beef, pork, lamb, veal
white milk on its own
eggs unless they're in baking, but dislike flans and custards or anything with a strong eggy taste
mayonnaise
raw fish/uni
raw onions
insects
There are other things that aren't my favourite foods, but I will eat them and still enjoy them. I could not live without cheese, wine, olives or good chocolate.
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I've not had a lot of time to spend at egullet lately because of work commitments, but when I saw this blog, I had to make some time.
Hiroyuki, I commend you for being able to look after your home and family and do so much cooking. You are a real cook, do not think otherwise.
I send healing wishes for your wife and hope she is soon able to return home, and I also hope that your son gets better quickly.
Your children are adorable and you are a handsome man yourself. The picture of your children cooperating to catch a fish is great.
Your food looks so healthy and tasty, and your children certainly eat a wide variety of things. Japan has always fascinated me, and since I know I'll never make a trip there, your pictures have opened a window into your world.
I almost forgot to mention that your little vegetable garden is very cute and the mushroom logs are interesting. I'm sure your children have fun with it.
You are doing a wonderful job, Hiroyuki!
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I was looking through this thread from the beginning, and I see that in 2004, I wished for a kitchenaid mixer. I must have been a good girl, because I did get one for Christmas that year!
I still haven't gotten a remodeled kitchen, though, so I can still wish for that, or any new Le Creuset pieces.
The self-cleaning kitchen and floor is at the top of my wish list, however.
Please, Santa Baby?
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Rachel, I've only read a few posts so far, but I had to jump to the end to tell you how much I enjoy your beautiful, expressive writing. The pictures are beautiful, too.
Your writing gives me such a warm, cozy feeling inside.
And now I'm going back to continue reading from the beginning.
Love it!
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Any cooked salsa recipe will freeze well in ziploc bags. Don't try to freeze fresh uncooked salsa though because it won't be good.
Just make sure that you cook your salsa until it's fairly thick, because it will become a little more watery once thawed.
I have tons of bags of salsa in my freezer right now, because my husband brought home about 30 pounds of farm-fresh tomatoes this summer from someone who works with him.
Any kind of cooked tomato sauce will freeze well, also.
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That purple cauliflower is gorgeous. Does it stay so pretty when it's cooked? We only get boring old white cauliflower here.
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I love reading about Holland and Dutch food, because my husband is Dutch and his parents were both born there and didn't come to Canada until they were teenagers.
I always buy the chocolate letters for our Christmas stockings. Tony's grandma used to send them to us before she passed away, so I want to continue the tradition.
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I love reading about Holland and Dutch food, because my husband is Dutch and his parents were both born there and didn't come to Canada until they were teenagers.
I always buy the chocolate letters for our Christmas stockings. Tony's grandma used to send them to us before she passed away, so I want to continue the tradition.
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What a great blog, and your kids are super adorable. I love the picture of Max with beans smeared all over him. What a little smiley face he has!
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What an interesting blog this will be! It would be wonderful to be both a chocolate maker and a physician.
Your daughter is beautiful. The first picture of her in closeup is just lovely.
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Nice blog. I'd love to dive right into that fried seafood platter.
I hate picnic tables too, although I can fit into them fairly easily. I'm just a big old klutz who manages to trip over the seat, scrape the hell out of myself, or in one lovely incident, cause the whole table to tip over, spilling food and drinks all over the place. Proper tables and chairs are just nicer and more accommodating for everyone.
PJ is a complete sweetie and would you look at those big brown eyes! You know, with a dog around to clean up the floor, it really cuts down on cleaning when you have a little one around. They look as though they are great friends.
The beach picture is really nice, too.
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What a beautiful blog. Beautiful views, beautiful food.
The one of the halvah made my jaw drop. Holy moley.
I'd love to live in a place that had pomegranate statues on the streets. That's so neat.
And the cheese! And everything else too.
Thank you for sharing your life and your food with us.
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Ann, this is a wonderful blog, and I would love one of those poppyseed bagels right now. Bagels are something that I've never made, although I should one of these days.
I never did join gardenweb, so I didn't have a login there. I used to poke around there and read every once in a while.
Your pictures are spectacular.
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Ann, this is a wonderful blog, and I would love one of those poppyseed bagels right now. Bagels are something that I've never made, although I should one of these days.
I never did join gardenweb, so I didn't have a login there. I used to poke around there and read every once in a while.
Your pictures are spectacular.
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Ann, I used to lurk over at the cooking thread in GardenWeb, and I'm pleased to see you here, because you always impressed me with your food and cooking abilities.
How nice to see you are doing a blog.
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That lasagna description was one of the most sick-making things I've read in a long time.
You've probably all read my descriptions of my MIL's cooking in the other "bad dinner host" thread, so I won't belabour you with those. I could probably dredge up some others from my memory, but I'm already feeling ill from reading this thread!
I do recall a lovely beef tenderloin cooked to a charred, blackened mess on the grill by my SIL (wonder where she gets her cooking skills from).
I can't imagine what some people are thinking when they cook. They must have no tastebuds whatsoever.
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Your picture is of rhubarb, but I've yet to figure out what medical condition would preclude the eating of rhubarb.
Am I right?
Ah, I figured it out - if you have kidney stones, you shouldn't eat rhubarb, spinach and the like because of the oxalic acid.
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Oh, Lord, you guys have me laughing so hard with the chicken stories and the eggplant abominations.
I tried to make baba ghanoush a long time ago, and that stuff looked like shit on a plate. It didn't taste much better either, so I don't know what the hell I did to it.
Speaking of chickens, we used to have a mean old rooster when I was a kid who would chase you down and peck at your feet. One day my older brother got mad at it and swung a heavy shovel at its head. Kilt it right dead. I don't know if my mom made soup with it or what, but was she ever mad at my brother.
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Our Scout group made these omelets on one of our camping trips. I didn't make one, since I don't like eggs much, but my husband did and it worked ok. He ate it right out of the bag once it had cooled somewhat.
I don't know if they used regular ziplocs or freezer ones, but I would think they were the regular ones.
It certainly wasn't the prettiest sight, but it was easy and the cleanup was minimal. The kids had fun adding all kinds of ingredients to their eggs for custom omelets.
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The things I can't stand are:
raw or lightly cooked onions
any kind of meat; fish, seafood and poultry are ok
eggs eaten by themselves or in quiche, anything really eggy like custard
white milk
mayo or miracle whip
Weird, huh?
But you guys can give me all of your olives, cheesecake, and raw tomatoes. You can have my hamburger.
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That's not the worst thing my MIL has done or has tried to do to food. Her cooking is an abomination before God, I tell you. You know, if she was a nice person, I could forgive her for her cooking, but she's a horrible woman. It's sad, really.
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This topic reminds me of something my mother-in-law tried to do when we were out visiting her a couple of summers ago.
I had purchased a beautiful basket of ripe strawberries and planned to serve them sliced with whipped cream and angel food cake for dessert. My MIL went to boil a kettle of water and I wondered if she was going to make some tea. No, she was going to pour the boiling water over the sliced berries to soften them up for dessert.
ACK!!! What a horrible thing to do to such beautiful berries. I can't remember what I said to her, but it was something like "what the hell would you do that for?", and I wouldn't let her do it. Oy.
We had the fresh sliced berries, to which I'd added a little sugar, REAL whipped cream, and the cake for dessert. MIL preferred Cool Whip, so she had that and also dumped a shitload of sugar on top of everything.
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I have a coworker who used to ask me for recipes. I make a nice, spicy Thai noodle salad, and she wanted to make it for her in-laws.
When I asked her if her family liked the salad, she said that it was rather bland. I was puzzled and asked her why, because it's quite spicy and tangy if made properly. I found out that she didn't use garlic, cilantro, or sriracha sauce in the dressing, so all that she ended up putting on the salad was oil, soy sauce and a touch of peanut butter.
Yuck. No wonder it was bland.
I will never again . . . (Part 3)
in Food Traditions & Culture
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This isn't a dumb cooking thing, but it's a dumb food thing. I will never try to put two 1 litre tetra packs of orange juice in the pantry on a shelf above my head.
One of them slipped and fell lengthways on the floor on the narrow side. The pressure of the liquid popped open both the pouring spout and the bottom, causing a gush of juice to go all over the floor, my feet and under the fridge. There was no way of picking it up without spilling more juice, so there was a trail of juice from the pantry to the sink. There was also juice splattered everywhere.
What a frickin' mess.