Well I've just read several dozen pages of Queer Theory and really? My brain hurts. It's a good thing someone told me I'm supposed to be conflicted about my gender, or I could have gone on for years thinking everything was fine!
Phew, dodged a bullet on that one, eh?
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Right then. Well, since several of you asked how the cooking went (and we all know what happens when I'm left alone with food and a digital camera) I thought I'd round out the evening with a little pictorial.
Ahem....
(This was actually lunch.)
Let it be known henceforth that I absolutely loathe mayonaise, and was therefore distraught that it is a prime ingredient in deviled eggs because they always look so darned tasty! So this was my experiment in mayo-free deviled eggs. It wasn't bad, but the recipe still needs some tweaking.
I've named them Fairy Eggs. Because, you know, Angel Eggs seemed far too silly.
For the record, those multi-sized green prep bowls = possibly my best kitchen investment EVER... even though they were ridiculously overpriced for 5 pieces of plastic.
Clockwise from top: Whole-wheat olive bread, made from scratch and almost entirely organic (excellent suggestion DS!); sliced fresh basil; garlic; minced italian flat-leaf parsley; freshly roasted red pepper (which is a pain in the ass to do when your broiler shuts off every 3 minutes for unknown reasons); and skinned vine tomatoes. The little one in the middle that looks empty is lemon juice, fresh squeezed of course.
This enormous enameled cast iron skillet weighs a ton and every time I dry it I'm worried that I'll drop it on my foot and cause extensive damage. However, I absolutely love cooking in it, so I suppose it all balances out.
Oh, and that's a hand-turned wooden spatula, courtesy of my father. It's okay to be jealous.
There was absolutely no reason to put it in a bowl other than that I wanted to see it looking pretty. Yes, I dirtied a dish for a photo op.
Voila! An almost-entirely from scratch (I don't have a pasta maker... yet), almost entirely organic (the juice of half a non-organic lemon and some non-organic olive oil--thanks to the accident--in the salad dressing), thoroughly tasty dinner!
The stemless wine tumbler was a Christmas gift from my boss--and is totally awesome.
(Try as I might, I couldn't un-darken this photo without totally screwing up the resolution. Any Photoshop savvy-er individuals wanna offer up some advice?)
And now I'm off for another glass of wine and then bed. Six hours of class tomorrow, lucky me!
Happy Weekend!
10 comments:
Oh man! You made me soo hungry now. Beautiful dinner! I can cook, and can even make it taste good; it's just gonna look weird, and you're probably not gonna wanna eat it because of that.
Froggy, when I come home, you are making me dinner. And lunch too. I'm glad the olive bread worked out, but um. Thanks for making me hungry!
Mmmm. So tasty! That bread looks awesome. And I kind of like the picture a little darker, but that's just my opinion. :)
I just had 7 hour of class yesterday, so good luck with yours today!
1) your food looks fabulous, want to be my personal chef? No? damn. hehe
2) I just read your indie bloggers piece and it was fantastic. I often forget what I love about NYC and you captured it all :)
That looks amazing!!!
hah i'm in a sociology of gender class right now so i can relate to your gender conflict. i never knew there were so many different ways of saying 'men and women are equal but for their sex characteristics, but it is these tiny differences that actually make men and women incredibly different and unequal in every way'. and don't get me started on transsexual, transgender, gender queer, etc...
the food looks amazing; i wish you had included your recipes in your post.
uhm... that? looks fantastically tasty.
photoshop?
you can use AutoContrast.
but i would use the Brightness/Contrast manual sliders, control the effects yourself...
also could use, UnsharpMask.
or duplicate layer and overlay.
There are not words the describe the gutteral hunger I am feeling right now. Oh dear sweet baby Jesus.
So, so hungry. So very hungry.
Huuuuuungry.
My dinner was Subway eaten on the train.
And now I want a dozen angel eggs.
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