October 21, 2012

Day 345

Frittata (Bacon and Potato)

The world has turned upside down: I liked this egg-laden dish. That’s because the recipe stuffed so many goodies in — bacon, onions, crisped potatoes, spinach — that it masked the hated egg smell and texture. This experiment is starting to resemble a Lifetime movie, with a predictable happy ending. But don’t worry … I’m sure I’ll despise something soon.

October 20, 2012

Day 344

Spinach Smoothie

In true 12-year-old fashion, my daughter decided to torture me with my own birthday present — a blender/food processor combo. The weapon of mass disgusting she chose was a spinach-banana-strawberry smoothie. I hate bananas. I hate strawberries. I see absolutely no reason to pulverize a perfectly good leafy vegetable. But in one of the most shocking twists of this experiment, I liked it. It defies all logic. Unless maybe it’s a magic blender? I ought to put some liver in there and see what happens.

October 19, 2012

Day 343

Pumpkin Beer

This is the first pumpkin anything that I’ve liked. Because it’s beer. Until I started to get annoyed with it. Because that’s what happens with most things.

October 18, 2012

Day 342

Coconut Curry with Chicken and Shitake Mushrooms

My mother told me that if I don’t have anything nice to say, I shouldn’t say anything at all. (But I have no idea why that guy on the package is smiling. Must be he hasn’t tasted it yet.) (And, no, I’ve never been very good at listening to my mother.)

October 17, 2012

Day 341

Curried Pepitas

Pepita is just a fun south-of-the-border name for a pumpkin seed. And I’ve certainly had those before: yanked out of gutted jack o’ lanterns, rinsed of slime and roasted with a healthy dose of salt and garlic. Yum. But I’ve never tried them hulled. And I’ve definitely never currified a batch. They were okay … just a bit too different. I think I’ll stick with my homemade garlic bombs.


October 16, 2012

Day 340

Shaking Beef

This is a Vietnamese dish named not for a cow with some groovy moves but for the shaking skillet that fries it up. It sounded like an easy try for me … but there was an unexpected appearance of my old nemesis anise — a spice that’s just a couple letters off from a bum-bum orifice. (Though bum-bum orifices probably taste better.) Anyway, anise was hiding in the Chinese five-spice powder that this recipe calls for. I knew as soon as that sicky black-licorice smell wafted up from the gyrating pan. Crap, I thought. Anise. But I tried it anyway. And it wasn’t really all that bad. Super tender meat, some greens, and just a hint of bum-bum orifice.

October 15, 2012

Day 339


Yes, I’m a Polish woman who’s never eaten this Eastern European dessert bread. But I’ve been babka-curious ever since the folks on Seinfeld made such a big to-do about it. I had the cinnamon variety — the sort Elaine refers to as “lesser babka” — and it’s decadently good. The I-can’t-believe-I-mixed-in-that-much-butter sort of decadent. This recipe from Cook’s Country claims to have cut back on the usual amount, but it still calls for more than a stick.

October 14, 2012

Day 338


Well, I finally broke down and tried an omelet. I’ve been saving eggperiments until the (almost) bitter end, since eggs are my personal bogeymen. The only kind I’ve ever tried was the gone-cold scrambled variety. I choked down one small bite of those, garnished with a healthy dose of four-year-old theatrics, to end a standoff with my parents. And that was the extent of my exposure to eggs … until today. The good thing about an omelet is you can add all sorts of things to camouflage the fact that you’re eating smelly chicken ova. So I flooded it with red onions, smoked ham and mozzarella cheese. Didn’t matter, though. It was still a fail. Honestly, the taste was just fine. Good, even. But there’s no getting past the texture and smell. I think a deviled egg will be the death of me.

October 13, 2012

Day 337

Pecan Pie

I can see how this nutty confection might appeal to some … but too sweet for me. And the texture was a definite miss.

October 12, 2012

Day 336


I approached this reuben panini today with my usual crankiness. I thought the whole thing would end in a full-bodied spit-out and I really wasn’t in the mood. (Am I ever?) In what universe does corned beef slopped with sauerkraut and Russian dressing sound like a good idea? But whoever came up with it is some kind of lunatic genius. And I’m much obliged.