Around The Kitchen Table
The title of this post describes what this blog is turning into– and I could not be more delighted! Do you guys have any idea how much fun it is to get the kind of response you have been giving me lately?
Because here’s what the process of posting actually looks like: I come up with an idea, think about it a while (sometimes making notes or Google-ing more information on the subject), sit down at the computer and try to put it into exactly the words that adequately convey what I’m trying to say (whether serious or ridiculous), relentlessly edit and re-edit myself until it looks and feels right to me (here’s a dirty little secret: how many of you are aware of the fact that sometimes I continue to edit waaay after I’ve even already posted it?! I actually sneak back to my first draft and change things, sometimes even a day or two later!), try to find something visual to go with it, then hit “Publish”, then sit back and see how you respond.
And here’s the REALLY incredible part– you all actually show up, read what I’ve written, write the most insightful, funny, encouraging, challenging responses, and then start talking among yourselves! Completely independent of me, you are developing a (here’s that cliched, over-used term again…) community here. You are learning about each other and becoming friends. You are praying for each other and checking in to see how you are all doing. It’s just truly the most amazing thing to witness. It’s like I’m having a dinner party with all of these different kinds of people, and I’m looking around and realizing that yeah, this is totally working– everybody has now drifted into the kitchen where I’m cooking the food and you’re all sitting around the table or perching up on the countertop with your coffee or glass of wine (yes, I’m looking at YOU, jonny! OK, and me too…) and while I putter around, you guys are engaging in these lively discussions and laughing your heads off and generally having a great time. That’s what the ‘bloomr feels like these days, the perfect dinner party! So today, I just wanted to take a minute to thank you all for coming, and continuing to come week after week. I promise I’ll try my best to do my part and keep coming up with wonderful new menus that will keep you coming back!
And as long as I am beating this analogy to death on the subject of food…
Yesterday when I was at the grocery store grabbing something to make for dinner before I picked up the girls from school, I turned the corner by the pasta aisle and saw a lovely display of something I haven’t bought in a while… Hostess Twinkies. Now for my international readers, I will explain exactly what I am talking about. A Twinkie is a yummy little junk snack food item made of ‘golden sponge cake with a creamy filling.’ Here’s a visual:
They aren’t exactly the healthiest thing you’ll ever eat –with a shelf life of about, oh, a decade or so, I would guess they have more than their fair share of preservatives, etc. They’ve been around for about 75 years, so if you grew up in the U.S. chances are they were definitely a part of your childhood. My mom used to send me to school with all kinds of incredible home-baked treats in my ‘Man From U.N.C.L.E .’ lunch box– from her perfect chocolate chip cookies to her tart, flaky apricot turnovers– but of course being a kid I would stare longingly at my friends whose moms had stuck a cheap, prefabricated, plastic-wrapped, fake-cream-filled, artery-clogging Hostess Twinkie in their lunch and attempt to negotiate a trade. (Mom also used to optimistically send us all to school with carefully cut-up carrot and celery sticks with their own little package of salt to dip them in, which we of course would systematically throw away unopened every single day, but that’s another story.)
Now that I’m a card-carrying adult with a God-given right to purchase my own snack items, every once in a while I’ll remember the delicious golden goodness that is personified in the body of a Twinkie and buy myself a box. Yesterday was one of those days, but sadly, at some point in their childhood I thoughtlessly introduced them to the girls as well, so now I have to share. I don’t buy them often, but when I do, dang, they hit the spot! Hostess also makes a slew of other unhealthily delicious things– don’t even get me started on the glorious chocolate waxiness of the Ding Dong– but being a traditionalist, I do have a tendency to return to the Twinkie.
When we were in London, Madi and I discovered an unbelievable little British snack item called a “Mini-Pud”– a name derived, I think, from the fact that they are mini versions of a larger dessert which the English call a ‘pudding’, but which to my American eyes is not anything like the little plastic cups of Jello pudding that we have, and is in reality, more like a cake. At any rate, may I just say… FAB-U-LOUS!!! They are made of a dense, dark, rich, very expensive-tasting chocolate and when you heat them for precisely 12 seconds in the microwave (trust me, Madi and I ate so many of these that we got it down to a science) they come out with a molten lava-like interior that oozes onto your plate when you cut into it with your spoon. I would pair them with some perfect little English strawberries and a dollop of real whipped cream… heaven. Madi was more hard-core, she ate them straight from the refrigerator, unadorned and creamy cold. Here’s a picture, for the purpose of international snack comparison:
Clearly, as in most things, the British have the edge in the ‘elegance’ category, but I do have to stand up for the good ol’ U S of A and say that though our Twinkies are not as gorgeously decadent as the mini puds, they do have the edge in the ‘ridiculously addictive’ category. If you eat more than two mini puds at one sitting you will definitely feel a little queasy and over-sated, whereas most people I know can blow through about four Twinkies before they even realize it. Or maybe that’s just me.
At any rate, I’d like to hear from all of you: What is your favorite not-that-good-for-you-but-hard-to-resist snack item of choice? As always, in the interest of diversity and world peace, I am not placing any strict guidelines on the discussion. My heart and mind are open to all manner of classifications– your sweet, your salty, your savory, WHATEVER.
Let the snacking discourse begin.