Yeah, I know

that most of you don't read this blog to hear about food. Really, work has been work lately, and I haven't felt like typing about it. Not because I'm unhappy or because work hasn't been going well - quite the opposite. Other than a run of cases determined to remind me of my own fallibility, work has been great. I just haven't seen anything lately that blew me away (other than some referring veterinarian incompetence...which shall make another post).

Tonight, I made THE cookies. If you aren't familiar with THE cookies - they are supposedly the best chocolate chip cookies ever. This is according to the NY Times, a questionable source, admittedly. Anyway, the cookies are chock full of specialty items (cake flour, bittersweet chocolate feves or discs, and SEA salt), and they cost a fortune to make ($19 for all the ingredients).

On the other hand, they are truly beautiful to behold and might just be the best cookies ever. The sea salt sprinkled over the dough adds a great hint of tang to the sweet.




I finally bought a cast iron skillet to make breakfasts upon. I've been doing pancakes and eggs a lot, and a frying pan is just a pain the ass. The 15 pound skillet I bought works much, much better. Damn, is it a beast though! We made thick cut, boneless pork chops (from our local meat market) with dry rub and caramelized onions on it tonight. Quite tasty with garlic mashed potatoes and a fresh salad.

Is it sad that I get this much pleasure from food?

I've recently realized that I really identify more with the Paula Deen school of cooking than with the **insert some famous French chef's name here.** I like comfort foods, rich, delicious, unhealthy. I don't like raw fish or strange concoctions that would fit in the palm of my hand. I like big, hearty meals. What's wrong with that, I ask? I will try anything once. Heck, I tried sushi 3 times. It just doesn't work for me...

P.S. : Quality control in the kitchen is crucial