Ghetto Palate vs. Food Snob

Last night was ghetto supper (as we call it in our house of food snobs). The dreaded leftovers!!!! I don't know, I am not much of a leftover person. I guess because we had leftovers alot while growing up. There are not too many things that I want or am willing to eat 2 days in a row. Soup is one of those few things that tends to age well.......kind of like a fine wine or balsamic vinegar. I think another reason that I don't like leftovers is that I need an artistic outlet. Now that I am a stay at home mom, cooking has become my artistic outlet. So on most nights I look forward to cooking. I look forward to trying new recipes, new ingredients. I know there are many nights that my family wishes we were having sloppy joes and french fries instead of Italian sausage risotto. And sometimes you need fish stick night, we all do. As much as I crave the newest restaurants and brick oven pizza at the neighborhood bistro there are those days when only a McDonalds cheeseburger will do.

I Dream of Genie.....okay, I really dream of COOKIES

From 2005-until the spring of 2007 my husband was travelling stateside extensively. Being the trooper he is, this allowed him to go on wild goose chases for savory morsels in other states that I saw on Food TV or read about in magazines or saw on Oprah.........you get the gist. Thanks Honey, I love you! Lately I have been craving Oatmeal Cookies from Fox and Obel in Chicago. These are hands down some of the best cookies around.....even with raisins and dried fruit in them. Great thing is---these cookies fall into my "Is it a fruit or is it a dessert rule". In my obsessive food world if it has fruit in it then it can't be a dessert so you are eating healthy. Cherry Pie is a fruit, lemon pound cake is a fruit, oatmeal cookies with raisins-- of course a fruit you silly, pumpkin banana mousse tart...........DUH, that has a fruit and a vegetable. Yes, my eyes get a bit misty while reminiscing about those delectible cookies, and they will always hold a special place in my heart. Perhaps one day our paths will cross again.

Does the 5 second rule count for the garbage???

I don't know why I would start a blog. I am a foodie. I guess that is the yuppy name for it. I think the Betty Ford term would be "food addict". I don't have time for this. I will misspell words, I will use incorrect punctuation (I just plain don't give a damn), I will probably even offend some people........I would love to give political correctness a good swift kick in the ass. Ooooh way off the subject.

Anywho, whilst making my cinnamon bread today.......I started out making cinnamon rolls and time restraints turned it into bread (okay, yes you are right, I was too damn lazy to roll and cut when I could just roll). Anyway.......sweet bread dough, vietnamese cinnamon......smells like I have my own vietnamese child grating away at the cinnamon bark in my own kitchen......(*make note to self, vietnamese cinnamon sweat shop). As I concoct my elastic sweet dough, prepare my filling, my 1 year old is digging cookies out of the garbage and eating them. With being elbow deep in pastry flour and parchment paper I almost blurt out the words stop but he looked so cute with all those crumbs on his face and I figure the 5 second rule has to count for the garbage also........I mean it was laying on top and all.

I have Sweet Italian Sausage and Bean soup bubbling away as we speak with Fagiolata beans from Williams Sonoma and a lovely Parmesan Rind from Fresh Market. Sorry guys, I am already married.