Food for thought...

I have always been a picky eater. I can remember when I was very young, my mom would pay me $.05 a green bean. Even at a young age, I followed the lesser known 11th commandment of my people, "Thou shalt never pay retail, or pass up a good deal". When I first met Schnoozle, my diet consisted of Chef Boyardee, Stouffers Mac & Cheese and Jerry's Pizza (Not because it was good pizza, but because a large was only $5 on Monday nights...see the 11th commandment above). Delicious. My, how that has changed. Inspired by our good friend over at findingthefat, Schnoozle and I have clearly become food snobs. Since we don't have any kids, like everyone else in this city seems to, we have lots of time to cook elaborate meals. It's become a pastime for us and the butt of many jokes from our friends about the level of ridiculousness that we go to. For example, when we make brunch, the hollandaise for the eggs Benedict was fresh made from scratch as were the English muffins, yes we made our own English muffins. Schnoozle baked a Challah at 11pm on a Saturday night, just to use for French (Freedom) Toast. You get the idea...we're ridicuous. Schnoozle enjoys the good food and I like to use all the fun kitchen tools. Immersion blenders, Mandolin slicers, salad spinners, you name it...I have a blast. Of course, I only like to do the fun stuff...briefly. Usually after I fold up the fifth wonton, the excitement as well as my attention span is gone and the thought of doing 45 more is too painful. That's when I usually stray from the kitchen, plop my ass on the couch in front of the TV and leave the rest of the work to Schnoozle. When it's time for something fun again, there I am back in the kitchen, chopping, shredding, or deep frying away. 

 This brings us to another installment of "Word of the Day"... Snactivities- Any activity that involves the amusing, excessive preparation, presentation, or consumption of food items. Think Lunchables, but with a much larger arsenal of ingredients and culinary poetic license. I mean really, why just have boring old breakfast when you can create a pancake faced scrambled egg man with sausage patty eyes, hash brown hair and bacon ears. Eating a whole cooked quail at a traditional Chinese banquet style dinner? Make sure to give the head a kiss on the beak as a sign of appreciation for the little guy's sacrifice. So in conclusion, I say ignore the words of all your mothers, Go ahead...Play with your food.