Awhile back Amy got me thinking. One of my friends who was a chef would probably be horrified at some of the things I like to eat, or how I like to eat them. First, I like almost everything. That would be fine if I was still the high-schooler who looked anorexic, but wasn't. From the time I can remember the two things I could not eat were hot dogs and popcorn. I'm guessing at some point in my early childhood I must have gotten violently ill on them, because I couldn't even stand the smell until I was into my late 20's, and even since then I rarely eat either one. When you're a kid this is mortifying. What kid doesn't like popcorn?
Growing up I was allowed to pick my birthday dinner. That remains a tradition in my family with my children to this day. Most kids would probably choose… uh… hot dogs? Me? I wanted stuffed beef heart, liver and onions, beans and cornbread. You know, those "top shelf" kinds of things. For those of you who don't know what "top shelf" means, it may only be one of those "family-isms". At our local grocery, all the 'icky' foods are found in the meat counter's top shelf. Things like heart and liver and tongue and tripe. My daughter noticed that once and it became fact. Anything (even non-food items) that were unsavory became 'top shelf' in our family.
Amy was discussing how she eats her pbj sammies and thinks she's odd for putting doritos in them. That made me think of how I fussy I can get about certain foods and how I must have them prepared. A few: peanut butter and pickles for my sandwich, please. It can be dill or sweet pickles, but that's what I like. I like my cornbread and beans mashed together with catsup on it. I like my fried (easy over?) eggs with yolks soft enough to dip my toast into, and my toast must be buttered completely to the edges… and not too dark. (Hubs says I like warm bread). Yes, I like liver and onions, but it must have the onions and they must be cooked thoroughly. I really do like cooked onion, but hate hate hate (have I mentioned hate) raw onion. I like my steak rare (no, not bloody) but my hamberger medium rare. I don't like my grilled food burnt. A little goes a long way. If I have pancakes, they have to have eggs on top – fried (easy over?) with runny yolks.
Chocolate? I loooove chocolate. All chocolate. Chocolate bars, chocolate cake, m&m's, brownies, fudge. I'm a woman. What can I say? Isn't that a given?
Then there are the rest of the comfort foods. Chicken and noodles over mashed potatoes. Hot beef sandwiches with mashed potatoes and gravy. Cherry pie. Turkey and dressing. Hot chocolate and toast. Mac and cheese. Warm homemade bread slathered with butter. Chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven with an ice-cold glass of milk. French toast with butter and syrup and a side of bacon. Fresh-from-the-field sweet corn slathered with butter and salt. The first summer tomato straight from the garden. Home grown green beans. My family's special ranch salad dressing over crisp greens. Homemade spaghetti made from special family recipe sauce. Lasagne.
Dare I mention the fair food? It's almost time for the Iowa State Fair and although there are some things I like to see there, like the Art displays and the animals, it is really the food that draws me in. The funnel cakes dusted with powdered sugar (I'm not a huge fan of putting fruit on mine, but some swear by it). Corn dogs (yes, I've now accepted hot dogs into my life much to the horror of those people who ask, "do you really know what's IN those?"). Turkey drumsticks grilled by the turkey federation. Roast beef sandwiches in the beef producers' tent. Pork chops at the pork producers booth (my enjoyment of these is only spoiled by the fact you can't eat them with plastic knives and sporks – maybe I should start eating the pork chops on a stick they have now?). Icy cold watermelon. 100% whole milk ice cream.
…and I wonder why I can't lose weight? Is it lunchtime yet?