I love food.
I think about food all the time.
I love to grocery shop, stop by farmer's markets and pop into little markets.
I'd like to think of myself as an partway locavore.
I pride myself in being a good cook.
I watch far too many cooking shows.
I read cookbooks like novels.
I sometimes cook food for my family and get hurt feelings when they don't rave.
I think bacon might be the best food ever.
Last night I prepared dinner...which took too many hours to prepare...using local ingredients(including halibut Uncle Phil caught in the Bay) and combining a couple recipes in hopes of posting my contribution to the raising foodies online cooking group. I loved dinner but my family did not.
For the record I am eating leftovers as I type and I still think it is scrumptious but perhaps marinated artichokes and anchovies might be a bit strong tasting for my little foodies. The halibut was tasty, I adapted this recipe and used the bacon vinaigrette (see confession#9). I served the fish over a bed of "Mediterranean style orzo" with roasted mushrooms, eggplant, zucchini, olives, anchovies and tomatoes.
Sadly I do not have a good recipe to share in the raising foodies cooking group.
There is always next week.
I am redeeming myself, there is an apple crisp bubbling away in the oven for dessert tonight...oh and I am trying a new recipe...tomato bisque with cheddar crackers (homemade of course)