Kinky Fuckery: Saucey Sex

Perhaps I am in the minority as I have not publically met anyone who admits to liking adding food and sex together.  Nothing overly complicated such as trying to figure out how to hump over the steak and shrimp dinner.

“How are you liking the shrimp? Harder you say.  I may have overcooked the shrimp…OH you mean harder.”

100_5259Nothing overly messy either such as a cake or a pie.  I mean there are enough good eats at the party as there is, but every so often I like to add or maybe I crave a flavor with my sex.  No, nothing is wrong with how Barb tastes.  She tastes great and I am sure that if I had to cook or fry her she would taste great dipped in garlic flavored butter.  However, every once in a while chocolate, caramel, or some other sweet flavor on a boob.  Don’t you?  Fine maybe not a boob, some other body part.

I like food that can be deployed easily and cleaned up during the process of foreplay or sex. I don’t care about mess.  In fact to me messy sex, food or not, is a sign of successful sex.  Big ole wet spot, success.  Blankets on the floor around the bed, success.  The bedside lamp in three pieces and one post of the bed bent at an odd angle, success.  So tossing in some sticky, sweet, tasty mess not-a-problem.

Now I do not like to use food around the pussy.  For one the taste of pussy is great as is.  For another pussies and sugar…well just about anything found in a food do not go well together.  I am not say bad results all of the time, but one yeast infection due to an overload sugar, is one to many. Finally, I don’t know why but food and pussy is harder to clean up via eating than just eating the pussy in the first place.  So while I don’t mind a mess I do mind extra work.  Thus for me the food stays out or off of the pussy.

Oh, and while I am giving reasons why I don’t like food around the pussy…pubic hair.  Ever have to clean anything out of pubic hair?  Talk about a pain in the ass.  I don’t care how good that honey, chocolate or caramel sauce is try picking out hair with every lick and what’s worse the damn stuff is just not coming off that easily.  Not worth the effort.

100_5267But chocolate sauce on a nipple that is a nice, tiny, treat.  Even encourages some variation when cleaning up.  Fingers to scoop, tongue to lick, and move the sauce about, and sucking moves off the nipple and onto other areas of the breast.  In fact sauce encourages more play across the whole boob.  Think about that ladies…tired of having your nipples sucked or pinched to death?  Spread some sauce around and tell him to clean it up and clean it up GOOD!

Some of my favorite flavors for those who need some direction:

  • Chocolate and I am NOT a chocolate fan.
  • Caramel
  • Strawberry
  • Honey
  • Cool Whip
  • A combination of any of the flavors with additions like sprinkles. :)

I Made A Cheese Cake

I made a cheese cake.

That is not a euphemism for going to the bathroom.

That is not a sexual innuendo, although if I was to create my own sexual position I would name it cheese cake.

I do not bake.  Baking has been a kitchen skill that has eluded me for a long time.  I have tried and ended up with cookies so thin you could read through them and a pie that was more a soup.  A good soup, but not a pie.

However, I wanted cheese cake.  Barb did not want to bake a cheese cake.  I found a picture of a cheese cake that looked good.  So how bad could it get.

Follow along, I posted up dates on Facebook, and I show them to you here:

7 hours ago Facebook time: “Step 1 of making cheese cake: Look a recipe and realize that I am over my head.”

6 hrs ago Fbt: “Step 2 of making cheese cake: Gather ingredients.  Ask boy to smash graham crackers into fine powder.

Step 2.5 of making cheese cake: Run vacuum cleaner to sweep up graham cracker dust from boy opening sealed back and smashing dust everywhere.

Step 3 of making a cheese cake: Listen to children argue over who is smashing graham crackers better.  Begin looking for pre-headache medicine.”

Step 4 of making a cheese cake: Show Barb how to assemble the vacuum cleaner to pick up the crumbs while I put various ingredients in different bowls.”

5 hrs ago Fbt: “Step 5 in making a cheese cake: Follow instructions for crust notice that it does not look like picture.  Toss crust into stove wait and hope that they had bad lighting for their photo. :)

Step 6 of making a cheese cake: Remove crust from stove.  Follow, very closely the instructions for making the filling, wonder if the tiny lumps are supposed to be there, also wonder why filling is an off color of brown.  Dump filling into crust.  Toss into oven.  Spend a minute trying to get timer to work, wonder if I should subtract that minute from timing.  Get frustrated and walk away looking for a virgin or farm animal to sacrifice to the baking deities.”

4 hrs ago Fbt: “I can smell cheesecake!

I have seen the cheesecake (8 mins to go) it looks like a CHEESECAKE.  :)

100_5240Step 7 of making a cheese cake: Check “jiggle” (this seems to be a technical baking term and a reason why bakers are not respected as much as cooks :) ).  If “jiggle” is good, remove from oven and let cool for 30 min.  This is my first cheesecake cooling.  Isn’t it cool?”

3 hrs ago Fbt: “Step 8 of making a cheese cake: Cheese cake in frige for 4 hours.  Now we wait.

1 hr ago Fbt: “Step 9 of making a cheese cake: Check time left until ‘fridge chill is over.  2 hours to go.”

100_524113 min ago Fbt: “This cheese cake is mine. There are many like it, but this cheese cake is mine.  Without my cheese cake I will probably not get fat and have holes in my teeth.”

I am told that the cracking is part of the process for someone, ME, who has not done this before.  Personally I call them flavor channels and filled them in with caramel.

How does it taste?  GRRRRRrrreeeaaatttee!

On a Toothpick

Boy did I have plans today. A post with questions from Invisible Girl and why I find sexual stereotypes interesting and at times funny was the plan for the blog. Work on both term papers.  Work on homework. Clean house up a bit.  Cook dinner.  However, my children decided that today was the day to push all of my buttons at the same time.  That is a lot of buttons pushed and one very irritated man.  I decided to cook some fun food for me instead of sitting around pissed off.  And of course I found out that I was out of one of the main ingredients.  Fuck!  All was not lost though, as I am a good cook with an understanding how stuff should, note the should, taste.

In FU! Crockpot there is a recipe called Sliced Killbasa.

Hardware:

  • 3 quart crockpot
  • toothpicks (for that authentic feel)

Ingredients:

  • 1 pound of beef kielbasa sliced thin
  • 1/2 cup grape jam/jelly
  • 1/4 cup steak sauce
  • 2 tbsp. yellow mustard or Dijon (Dijon has a better flavor)
  • 1/4 cup brown sugar
  • 2 tbsp. honey

Instructions:

Put it all into a pre-heated 3 quart crockpot on LOW for 2 to 4 hours or on HIGH for 1 to 2 hours.  Turn down to WARM or LOW to keep food at temperature.

Yep that is all there is.  This is a good thing to snack on for the day especially if you have more than you with.  Serving on toothpicks makes the experience more authentic…if authentic to you is chunks of sample sized meat on a toothpick-you know like the grocery store samples.

As good as this is today I made something BETTER.

I will call this BBQ Sliced Killbasa.

Hardware:

  • 3 quart crockpot
  • toothpicks (for that authentic feel)

Ingredients:

  • 1 pound of beef kielbasa sliced thin
  • 1/2 cup grape jam/jelly
  • 1/4 cup BBQ sauce (I used Sweet Baby Ray’s)
  • 2 tbsp. white sugar
  • 1/4 cup brown sugar
  • 2 tbsp. honey
  • gherkins or dill pickle slices

Instructions:

I replaced the steak sauce with BBQ sauce, added more sugar, and got rid of the honey.  Barb won’t eat the original recipe, but she was eating these.  BIG SMILE!  My girl couldn’t stop eating them.  Cook exactly as the Sliced Killbasa.

Here are two variations and you can thank my girl for these.  Slice a gherkin and put the slices on top of a slice of killbasa slice.  Eat together.  I liked the gherkin better than what my girl really wanted which was regular old dill pickle slices.  Again, put dill pickle on top of a slice of killbasa and consume.

Hopefully after the kids get put to bed I will feel like finishing up my original post.

Happy Clam Day 2nd Annual

Today is the 2nd anniversary of Happy Clam Day.  A holiday that I created in honor of one of my favorite activities, eating clams.  A year ago, to this day, I wrote the post you are about to read and since I am feeling both lazy (I did edit the original copy) and most of you were not here then, I thought that I would re-share with you the joy of the original Happy Clam Day.  Now get out there and make some clams happy. :D

I have been reading that today, Friday, is some sort of boob celebration day.  I am all for that and would post my own boobs, but Barb can’t stop laughing long enough to snap the pics.

ClamToday is Happy Clam Day!

Is your clam Happy?

On Happy Clam Day we throw a party to make all of the clams Happy.  This is one of my favorite days because I love clams.  I don’t care what kind of clam either, from the all too common smooth shell clam to the uncommon bearded clam to the rare and exotic Brazilian clam, they are all good to me.  I love opening up a clam and seeing the glistening, moist folds of flesh knowing that within seconds I will be diving face first into the clam getting the full immersive experience.  Nothing better than sitting up from a good clam eating with the juices still on your lips.  YUM!  Just talking about Happy Clams has got me in a clam eating mood, like I need a reason.

Of course a Happy Clam Day party needs all of the right tools and accessories.  Granted, you can always go old school when you’re finally getting down to eating your clam-use what you got, your fingers and tongue.  Nothing like the feel of a good clam; from that moment when you peel apart the shell to get at that juicy, delicious meat underneath.  That initial scent of clam, followed by the combination of the feel on the tip of your tongue and the taste.  That is heaven.

Sometimes you want to spice up your clam eating experience and that is where flavor enhancers come in.  I have had over my lifetime a ton of flavor enhancers, but here are a few of my favorites and maybe one or two to avoid.  Top of my list is plain old honey or caramel.  Sure they make a sticky mess of the clam, but that is the joy and fun of cleaning that clam off.  Trust me, happy clam.  However, unless you like to do a lot of clam eating, these are best avoided with the bearded clam.  If you like your clam slightly chilled, put the clam on ice.  Just a dab or two will do the trick of chilling that clam right out and then you can heat it up with your mouth.  That first chilly sensation quickly replaced with joyous heat.  My stomach is rumbling as I write this.

For those looking for stronger flavors I recommend a squeeze of cherry or strawberry or other fruit flavored enhancers.  Just avoid the flavor enhancers with the overly artificial flavor or the ones that are too oily.  You want to enjoy the clam, not taste faux cherry for the next hour and a half.  And while the oil maybe good for your lips and make the clam look even juicier, it does nothing for the flavor.  There are a few flavors to avoid, if for some reason your are worried that your clam won’t be juicy enough, avoid putting anything on it that might also inhibit the clam’s ability to reproduce.  First, if you are eating the clam what do you care if it can reproduce and second having your tongue numb and that odd flavor in the back of your throat does nothing for you or the clam and- trust me- you want to enjoy that clam to the fullest.

So you don’t feel like going old school and digging into that clam with your fingers, maybe you didn’t clip your nails (by the way a MUST before exploring any clam), or you are looking for a different tactile experience for you and your clam, whatever the reason there are a couple of tools that are a must have.  A good glass rod, studded is even better, is great for opening the clam up for maximum eating.  The clam will thank you as well.  The glass rod can be heated for a slightly warmer clam eating experience or if you don’t want to deal with the water mess of an ice cube can be chilled for that same chilled clam experience.  Having a problem getting the best part of the clam to come out?   There are a wide variety of vibrating tools designed to get the best part of the clam to come out so that you can eat the best part to your heart’s content.  Aside for the need for power for the vibrating tools, they are generally viewed by most expert clam eaters as a necessary tool to have in your box.  A good vibrating tool will do the job of exposing that tiny, but golden nugget of clam flesh that all clam eaters, well all GREAT clam eaters, prize.  Trust me, the clam will be happy with this as well.  Never has being eaten felt so good.  Another plus of vibrating tools is that they to can be used like the glass rod and provide some vibrating stimulation to you as well.

Well there you have it the ins and outs of Happy Clam Day.

I hope your clam is happy.

If your clam is not happy, get off your ass and make it happy.

Like a great person once said, “A happy clam is a happy clam.”  Fine, it sounded better in the original Klingon.

When I’m Not Thinking About Sex

Dust ZombiesI am taking the day off from writing about sex.  I am hoping that the conversation continues to percolate and I am hoping to hear from some specific individuals…(cough cough) Seattlepolychick (cough cough).   So when I am not thinking about sex, writing about sex, talking about sex, having sex, or responding to people talking, writing, thinking and having sex what do I do?  Would you like to know and see?

Top of my list is college work, but I don’t do that for fun.

Cooking, I like to cook and I was going to cook Friday, Saturday, and today.  However, Friday we lost power, yesterday I cooked up a huge storm of food, and today I have been kicked out the kitchen when a suggestion to get the boy to choose dinner turned into the boy going shopping for dinner and working with Barb and his sister to cook dinner for us.  I am looking forward to this and hoping that for once he doesn’t complain about the food.

I love to read.  Right now I am in the middle of the latest issue of Lucky Peach, about half-way through Dark Tower 4, a third of the way into Ethical Slut, and almost done with the Joy of Sexus.

Axis Leader & TroopsVideo games are another way I relax, but of late games are either too short or fail to hold onto my attention for very long.  The game that was holding my attention Skyrim is nearing the end, as in I have done just about everything that I could possibly want to do. Halo 4 and other shooters have gotten boring, which happens.  Thus aside from Fable III which I just bought and have yet to play because the kids love playing it I am out of games to play.

However to really relax the brain I like to paint miniatures.  A while ago I picked up Dust Tactics which is a alternate World War II board-war game with lots of miniatures.  I was so geeked to start paining miniatures again after almost a decade away from painting.  Why the decade off, because painting requires space, time, and paints.  None of which I have had since the birth of the kids.  Now I have all three…well I finally got paints.  Finding paints was a pain the ass.  There are no local hobby shops.  The local stores only carry Testors which is great for model kits but not minatures.  I finally had to break down and order paints from Games Workshop.  I ordered two different starter kits and quickly afterward was placing a large order for more colors.  The wait for the new colors was almost painful.  I was worried that my skills had atrophied and to some extent they have, but like riding a bike the skills came back.

Allied Leader & TroopsSo as the end of my three-day weekend comes up I thought I would share with you the painting I have gotten done.  One week of school and then Spring Break.  Tomorrow or Tuesday I will recap the start of the Swinging, Swaying, and Sashaying conversation.

While I Wait

While I am waiting for…

…a crate of frozen Snickers to arrive at my doorstep

…responses to Reader Responses

…interviewees to respond

…the Superbowl to start

…word on next year’s financial aid

…Jessica to tell us if she got the time off

…Paul to get approval to get my brain scanned

…for Amazon to show up

…for Old Navy to show up

…for Summer

…Barb to roll the sushi

…for the kids to get dressed

…for the cold air to stop whistling through our house made out of Swiss Cheese

…for the dishes to get done

…for the laundry to get done

I am hoping that I do not go insane from the saccharine sweetness of the Puppy Bowl.  Sure my kids love to watch the puppies do…well what puppies do.  I on the other hand had every thought in my head unceremoniously shoved out and aside from what I am writing now none of them have come back.  I am scared.

Today, despite being a High Holy Day around here, not because today is Sunday, but because today is the Superbowl, today has a business day.  You have your High Holy Days and we have ours.  Ours being Thanksgiving, Halloween, Birthdays, the Superbowl, and each and every time the fucktards leave campus for more than a week.  On our High Holy Days we try to do nothing other than eat good food, enjoy each other’s company, and celebrate what makes the day special to us.

For each High Holy Day we have a “traditional” food: Thanksgiving is turkey, Halloween is Chinese, Birthdays is Sushi for the adults and something fried and vaguely chicken tasting for the kids (we have hope this will change), the Superbowl is usually wings however this time I was not in the mood to clean the fryer, cut the wings, make the batter, fry, make the sauce, clean up, and THEN relax.  Wings for people like me really is a big deal and time consuming.  Thus, I decided upon sushi instead.  Sure there are several hours of prep time, but I actually enjoy putting my knife skills to work, but what is even better is that clean up is easy.  The bowls that are filled up with ingredients stay clean and only need to get tossed into the dishwasher after all is said and done.  Another plus is that sushi is healthy.  So post Superbowl when I usually feel like I need to be rolled around the house and have the grease from the fryer scrapped off of me with a sharp knife or stick, I should have a full belly and be feeling better about myself.

Okay, I just sat through a Finding Bigfoot commercial, What the Hell?  Really?  There is nothing left for television.  If that is the case I want my own show Finding the Missing Sock, where I and my intrepid team of explorers investigators arrive at your house with video camera and search for that one missing sock.  I smell success.  Who do I call?

Sorry, where was I?  Oh yeah, so today has been more about business than relaxation.  Taxes, FASA (for those of you in college you know what that is), dishes, a paper on Japanese Educational System, putting final edits into On Volunteering, and planning out some blogs down the road.  Of course most of this was obliterated by the Puppy Bowl.

Puppy Bowl

Angry Chef: Wonderful Service


Sad Chef MonkeyPicture this, the hour is late, you are hungry, you decide to order delivery from the local pizza place, Pizza King. This local pizza place is located down the block from you. On good weather days you can see the pizza place, okay that is a slight exaggeration, on good weather days you walk about a half-a-block and you can clearly see the pizza place. You have not ordered from this place before, but you are feeling adventurous and the online reviews say this is a good place. You are hungry, you must picture yourself hungry.

You check online.  They take online orders and you are definitely before their cut off time.  A quick scan of the menu, you begin to salivate, you find something that you want to try.  Remembering the weather that you just walked through (see here) you put a 25% tip onto the bill because anybody that brings you food in this weather is doing you a huge service.  You place the order.  You get a confirmation that the order went through before the cut off period AND the restaurant gives you a delivery time.  Less than twenty minutes from then.  Your hungry settles down knowing that food will soon be at your door.

A half-hour goes by.  Could be the weather.  Forty-five minutes go by.  Where is my food.  Check online, no messages.  Check the phone, no missed calls.  An hour goes by.  Get on the phone.  Pizza King, the restaurant, has just closed as in that minute they are closed.  Nobody answers the phone.  Hang up.  Call again.  Nobody at Pizza King, that just closed, picks up the phone.  You have my money, screw my food, now you are angry and hungry.

You check online again, no message, no indication at all.   This was our first encounter with Pizza King.  This was our last encounter with Pizza King.  A phone call to the billing place.  They call Pizza King. Pizza King does not pick up the phone for the people who control whether they get paid via debit/credit card either.  Elapsed time 10 minutes from close.  The billing person, who DOES NOT WORK for Pizza King is irritated.  The billing person gives us our money back.

Mrs. Angry Chef gets back online satisfied that we have recovered our money (at least satisfied until she finds out the money did not go back into the bank and she pulls out copies of all of the conversations) looks at Yelp where she writes a scathing account of what transpired to their first time and last time customers.  Pizza King’s rating goes from 5 stars down to 3.5.  Justice is still not served.  Why you may be asking?  Because you are still hungry, everything in town is closed AND because you got home so late there is no food thawed or leftovers to quickly warm up.

Normally, I don’t review or talk about places where I have not tried the food, but in this case I felt an exception was needed.  Would I try the food?  Perhaps, but based on this first experience a lot of customer service work is needed before that can even happen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cR-WiGKZtg

Super Spicy Sex Talk Chow Mix

As some of you may be aware once a night I sit in a lecture hall with a bunch of other students listening to one man educate THEM about human sexuality.  I love this class.  This is THAT one class for this semester.  Anyone who has been or is in college knows that there is usually one class a semester that you will make every effort to attend because the class, professor, students, or combination makes you happy.  This is that class.  Do I think that I will learn anything new?  Probably not, I haven’t yet, but while I may not learn any new information what I am learning is a new way to present myself and my topic de jour SEX.  In two classes watching the professor speak has reinvigorated me especially after the beating I took from a couple of professors.  Sex and Sexuality are not professional topics, SUCK IT.  I can now point to a professor who not only makes sex professional (not like that), but fun and comfortable.  That is what I will most likely walk away from this class with-how to talk about sex in a way that is more inclusive and hopefully cause less freak-outs.

Sitting in one place for two-hours can be problematic at times.  Most two-hour classes give a break.  He does as well, usually near the end of the class period and for no more than five minutes.  Given that the nearest bathroom is two minutes away the breaks are really just a chance to stand up, twist this way and that, look around, and then sit back down for the rest of the class.  I need energy to keep me focused.  I tried a drink the first class, that didn’t work, I can’t stretch out a drink for two-hours.  The last class I made a quick mix of some stuff I had: wasabi peas, banana chips, and chocolate chips.  This was good, and got me through the class, but I wanted more.  I got more.

This is my

Super Spicy Sex Talk Chow Mix

Preparation Time: However long it takes you to open packages and pour.

Cooking Time: None. Shake to mix.

In a large Tupperware bowl with a lid add all of the following ingredients:

  • 1 can of sriracha peas (4.9 oz)
  • 1 can wasabi peas (4.9 oz)
  • 1/2 bag banana chips (12 oz)
  • 1/2 bag pumpkin seeds (5 oz)
  • 1/4 cup peanuts or legume of your choice *
  • 1/4 cup chocolate chips *
  • 1/4 cup chocolate-toffee bits (found in baking section)*
  • 1/4 cup shredded coconut*

Once everything is in the bowl, put the lid on securely and shake vigorously to mix.  Then eat and enjoy.

* In the interest of full disclosure I didn’t measure a damn thing, I just dumped what I thought was a good amount into the Tupperware bowl, but if I were to measure I would start with a 1/4 cup.  :)

The longer this sits around and the more that this gets mixed the more the flavors mingle.  To me not much better in the middle of a lecture than a banana chip that tastes of banana, choclick, wasabi, and coconut.  If you don’t like spicy definitely avoid the sriracha and wasabi peas.

It Smells Like Something of Wonder…Ahhhh (updated)

Pop QuizPop quiz.

Pop quiz, hotshot!

You have two choices an hour of Max and Ruby hell or flip to the food channel.  What do you do?

WHAT DO YOU DO?

If you are parents who have ever been forced to sit through even a half-hour of Max and Ruby you immediately grab the remote, ignore the shrieks of protests, and flip the channel without hesitation.  CLICK.

What normally follows is a maudlin display of “I don’t like this,” “This show is the Aquaman of shows,” “I hate this,” and “I’m going upstairs.” The kids just don’t get cooking shows.  Okay to be honest I don’t get most cooking shows either.

Rachael Ray, well I just want to have sex with her, I’m never convinced if she can cook, but she does look cute.  Cook like a restaurant chef at home?  What is that about? I have no desire to stand in front of the stove banging out meal after meal to people who won’t appreciate my efforts and in fact tip the person who brought them the food.  Don’t get me started on many of the other “chefs,” but I digress I at least understand the process of cooking and what most of what they are doing will actually taste like, so imagine my surprise when I hear, “dad that sounds good.”

“What?”

“What she made.”

“What did she make?”

“It had chocolate, milk, and something else coffee I think.”

“That sounds good to you?”

“Yes.”

My boy hops off the couch and says the same thing to his mother.  She hops on the computer and finds out that the recipe is from Melissa De’Arabian, now her cooking I get, but and I stress this her stuff rarely can be done for under $10 dollars.  I don’t know if they have changed the theme of her show, but that is what it started out as, cook this stuff for under $10-the first recipe we tried the cheese alone was $10, but it was damn good cheese. Again I digress, she finds the recipe, Mocha Granita and asks if the boy wants to make it with her.  He didn’t stop bouncing until the work started. During preparation my wife starts laughing at something my boy said, which was, “It smells like something of wonder…ahhhh.”

As of right now the dish is still in progress so I can’t tell you how it tastes, but what I can do is share the recipe with you.

Mocha Granita

by Melissa De’Arabian

Ingredients

  • 1 1/2 cups of hot strong coffee
  • 1/2 cup of milk
  • 1/4 cup of sugar
  • 2 tbsp. of chocolate syrup

Directions

Mix hot coffee, milk, and sugar together until the sugar dissolves.  Then add the chocolate syrup.  Mix well.  Put into freezer and every 45 minutes stir until frozen.

Since I have no idea what it tastes like I will end this with a gentle reminder that if you have not looked at the monthly questions please take a look.

Update

The dessert is done.  I don’t like coffee or coffee flavored things, but I made a deal with my boy-he eats dinner without any hassle and I will try the desert he made-which is how I found myself with a mouthful of frozen coffee with a hint of chocolate.  This is not my cup of frozen coffee, but for anyone who likes coffee this should go over well.

Why Doesn’t Raj Eat Indian Food?

If anyone ever tells you that you are doing your child harm by letting them watch The Big Bang Theory, you show them this post.  For long time readers you are well aware that my boy is an extremely picky eater. Here is his menu: chicken nuggets, nachos with nothing but cheese, pizza with nothing that he cannot identify even a speck of green will cause him to not eat, ramen, mac’n cheese (blue box only nothing else), spaghetti, spaghetti tacos, PBH (peanut butter and honey), a piece of steak, a shrimp and that is it.  He has over the years expressed interest in other foods, such as sushi-I was a very happy papa when he told his class that he wanted to be a sushi chef when he grew up.  That dream died on the vine when he discovered that to be a good sushi chef you have to eat the sushi.  Here is a good story:

We used to go to Sakura’s in Toledo during the time of troubles to celebrate everything.  The kids usually went with us, one time my boy said that the really wanted to try sushi, but only carrot sushi, as in a roll with nothing but carrot.  Because we were such good, regular customers, the sushi chef made a special roll, at no-charge, just for my boy…who took one bite of the neon orange roll and made a face.  Thankfully the only people who saw this were us.  A word of warning a sushi roll consisting of just carrot is not good.

So back to the tale, we have been watching a lot of Big Bang Theory, to which end I have gotten my children to play Talisman (one of the board games that they play), my girl to try out some Chinese food, and oddest of all everyone to try out some Indian food.  Again, regular readers know that I have been exploring cooking Indian food at home, but I have not had much success mostly due to a lack of recipes and a decided lack of ingredients up here.  Thankfully the ingredient issue was taken care of around the same time I got another Indian cookbook and then with most awesome timing we start watching Big Bang Theory and they eat Indian food, well everyone but Raj does.

Yesterday, I gave my boy the cookbook and asked him to pick out something and then to Barb.  Between the three of us (my girl can’t read well enough and the cookbook lacked a lot of pictures in case you are wondering why I didn’t give her the book), we picked out three dishes that complimented each other: New Bride Curry (was supposed to be a chicken dish, but I had pork thawed), Shredded Carrot Raita with Raisins and Walnuts, and Chapati bread.

We have never had any Indian food before, but were excited.  While I prepped the curry, Barb made the Raita and made the Chapati.  Yes, she made chapatti bread.  The New Bride Curry was billed as a sweet, sour, and spicy dish; personally I found the dish to be a near perfect blend of sweet and spicy.  My boy and my girl, both of whom had to try the pork curry before they got the option of other food, both ate one piece of pork with my boy declaring way to spicy, my girl followed suit and then ate two more pieces.  Barb ate about half, before the spiciness  was too much for her.

Here is the recipe for New Bride Curry, from 5 Spices, 50 Dishes by Ruta Kahate with my notes.

Ingredients:

  • 4 tablespoons canola oil
  • 2 medium yellow onions finely chopped
  • 3 medium tomatoes minced
  • 2 teaspoons or 4 large cloves of garlic grated (I minced)
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons of ground cayenne
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground turmeric
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground cumin
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons salt
  • 1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar
  • 1 teaspoon sugar

Instructions:  Into a hot, large pan put the oil and onion over medium high heat.  Cook onions until brown.  While onions are cooking mix the garlic, cayenne, turmeric, and cumin with 1 tablespoon of water to make a thick paste (more like ball of stuff).  When the onions are browned add the mix and sauté for 5 minutes (on medium high heat closer to 2 to 3 minutes), then add the tomatoes.  Cook, stirring constantly, until the tomatoes break down.

At this point add your meat, the recipe originally called for chicken, but I used chunks of pork.  Stir, coat, and continue to cook for 5 to 10 minutes depending on the size of meat (example: I was using chunks of pork that took 5 minutes, but if you are using a whole chicken breast 10 minutes would be better).  If you need water, I did not, you can add one cup of HOT water.  Add the salt, apple cider vinegar and sugar, bring to a boil for 1 minute then reduce to a simmer until the meat is cooked.  Tasting often, adjust flavor with additional salt, vinegar, and/or sugar.  I ended up doubling the amount of apple cider vinegar and sugar.  The next time I cook this I will triple the amount of vinegar and sugar to bring out the sweet and sour component and tamp down the spicy side.

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