Food

Kids Menus Suck Wednesday, 02 September 2009 23:54 Written by Surfer Jay

One of the perks of being a stay-at-home-body-dad is that I get to travel on the wife’s business trips, all expenses paid. Well, I suppose all my expenses are always paid, regardless of if it’s her work, or simply her paying the bill.

The night we arrived, we ate at the hotel restaurant, which was actually rather good. Standing hand in hand with my boy at the entrance to the restaurant waiting to be seated, the hostess finally noticed us and asked, ‘Just you?’

‘No, for both of us,’ I said in bewilderment, as I motioned towards my boy. Is she blind in one eye? Is he not considered a person? Perhaps he doesn’t get a chair and will have to sit on the floor.

She grabbed two menus from the counter and motioned for us to follow her in. She set both menus down at a table. Why she set down two, I will never know, my boy can’t quite read yet at 14 months. Then I asked her for a high chair. It became apparent to me then, that she thought I was talking about someone else that would be joining us, other than my son. She completely ignored the fact that he was there, that he was a living human being that would require a small space in their restaurant to occupy.

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Risottos Big Greasy Gooey Balls Thursday, 20 August 2009 20:21 Written by Surfer Jay

Risotto is another dish that makes excellent leftovers the next day, in the form of deep fried balls. You haven’t fully lived until you’ve stuck a big fat greasy and gooey ball of deep fried risotto down your gullet. The melting cheese as it slithers down your throat, the crispy fried panko bread crumbs as they crumble onto, and stain your new eighty dollar Brookes Bro’s silk tie that was jacked from your fathers closet, and the soft risotto melting in your mouth. These are so good they deserve special attention with their own post. Okay let’s stop drooling and start deep frying. For my Risotto recipe click here.

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The Steely Dad M.I. Sandwich Sunday, 16 August 2009 10:13 Written by steelydad

Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE food. I mean I REALLY love food. All types of food, I love. When I’m eating lunch, I’m already planning my dinner. When it comes to food, I’m like a grandmaster chess player, figuring out three, four meals ahead. I could go on and on about how much I love food but hopefully by now you know just how much I really, really love food.

Since getting married and becoming a stay-at-home dad (SAHD), I’ve also grown an appreciation for gourmet cooking. I enjoy coming up with a new edible idea and executing it to my own exacting standards. Recently I developed a sandwich I affectionately named the M.I. Sandwich. Can you guess what the M.I. stands for? Read how I make it, have a look at the photo and then take a guess. The first person who guesses correctly will win some sort of dishonorable mention on my blog.

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Risotto, Real Italian Food Friday, 14 August 2009 02:18 Written by Surfer Jay

What do you think of when someone says let’s have Italian tonight? Pasta with one of Prego’s twenty-two flavors of ‘Italian Sauce’. Their chemist must be working over time. And perhaps some frozen pre-made garlic bread or iceberg lettuce with some ‘Italian Dressing’ by Kraft. That’s what my sister thought of when I asked her. Said she doesn’t like Italian food. I can’t help but agree, I don’t like that sort of Italian food either. The discounted six dollar, thick Italian cookbook I found while scrounging the shelves of my local Ross, of all places, has opened my eyes to all foods Italian, and made me better realize the destruction our country’s large corporations have done to one of the most magnificent foods in all the world.

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