DarkWeb
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Yeah, I'd eat that
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Sativied
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Salmon potato salad/spread covered with a layer of wild salmon and slaw and mustard dille dressing. Quick lunch I could double and have for dinner too.
This weekend we stayed in a fancy hotel with 3-course dinner. Seemed they still have the authumn/winter menu. Had a charcuterie with deer paté, duck, parmaham, vitello tonnato, and several pickled veggies as appetizer. Blade steak slowcooked in rosemary gravy with roasted pumpkin and chicory as main course and for dessert a dame blanche. I ate so much the buttons on my shirt barely held it together.
”Dame blanche (French, "white lady") is the name used in Belgium and the Netherlands for a sweet dessert consisting of vanilla ice cream with whipped cream, and warm molten chocolate. In Germany and in Switzerland, the same type of dessert is known as a Coupe Dänemark. The dessert is similar to the American sundae.”
This weekend we stayed in a fancy hotel with 3-course dinner. Seemed they still have the authumn/winter menu. Had a charcuterie with deer paté, duck, parmaham, vitello tonnato, and several pickled veggies as appetizer. Blade steak slowcooked in rosemary gravy with roasted pumpkin and chicory as main course and for dessert a dame blanche. I ate so much the buttons on my shirt barely held it together.
”Dame blanche (French, "white lady") is the name used in Belgium and the Netherlands for a sweet dessert consisting of vanilla ice cream with whipped cream, and warm molten chocolate. In Germany and in Switzerland, the same type of dessert is known as a Coupe Dänemark. The dessert is similar to the American sundae.”
Sir Napsalot
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Lady Napsalot roasted a turkey breast filet with mashed potatoes and gravy and cranberry sauce and a little salad
I'm just waiting for those scallop pics.I keep eating things and forgetting to take pictures, so it didn't happen
Sativied
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This story is based on actual events 
My wife worked in many restaurants, posh French, Chinese, Mexican, Greek, Indian, whatnot. Not in the kitchen, but she knows food, and she eats everything. She’s not easily impressed though, food is either good or very good. She had proper chefs cook her lunch but favorite food is still what Surinamese or Indonesian moms in her childhood neighborhood cooked. Roti chicken and indonesian fried rice or noodles. Her eyes light up when I present a plate with either.
My wife used to say I’m a picky eater. My mom used to say the same so I believed her. For decades. Till some day an idea started brewing in my head. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t me, maybe it was them. Maybe I just have good taste and they can’t cook. In NL we use the same word for cooking and boiling: “koken”. We kook an egg, we kook water. Some dutch less proficient in english might get confused, but it makes sense in a way. Dutch cooking consist mostly of… boiling. Boil veggies, boil potatoes, bake (pan-fry in butter) the meat. Main skill is preventing the potatoes from getting overcooked, err… overboiled?
Anyway, one day I got ballsy after she again told me I’m picky and said “you just can’t cook”. Woops… her already big eyes got even bigger, “You do the cooking then!”. I convinced her to quit the grossly underpaying shitty industry of food and beverage so fair enough, I’ll cook. Over the past few years I proved my point (appreciating what’s delicious and googling recipes is much more important than fancy french kitchen skills ) but she continous to challenge me. Aside from suriname and indonesian homecooking her favorite food is, of course, Indian. Now it’s not that hard to create something Indian-ish, but she worked in an Indian restaurant for 3 years. Which was good for her, but not so much for me. We rarely eat at any place she worked, and she worked at the best in the area.
Last time we ate at the indian restaurant, probably been a decade, the waiter, one of her former colleagues, walks up, looks at my wife and smiles, she nods, he looks at me and asks “and the murgh tikka for you?”. I was like uhm well maybe I want a curry this time… no, I’ll take the mixed grill. I basically made it worse lol. My wife got curries they don’t have on the menu but eat themselves during breaks. The stuff you don’t feed to a white guy who grew up on boiled potatoes and peanut butter sandwiches.
After showing a few times I can make (or fake) a decent surinamese or indonesian-ish meal she goes “you should make some biryani… or some sabji bhaji… oh no make some raita. oh oh some lassi… a mango lassi”. I’m like “a what??” “Indian food!“ she replies.
So on tomorrow’s menu, tandoori murgh(chicken) tikka with raita and naan. Got everything I need except the Cardamom. No tandoori oven either but I got a plan
My wife worked in many restaurants, posh French, Chinese, Mexican, Greek, Indian, whatnot. Not in the kitchen, but she knows food, and she eats everything. She’s not easily impressed though, food is either good or very good. She had proper chefs cook her lunch but favorite food is still what Surinamese or Indonesian moms in her childhood neighborhood cooked. Roti chicken and indonesian fried rice or noodles. Her eyes light up when I present a plate with either.
My wife used to say I’m a picky eater. My mom used to say the same so I believed her. For decades. Till some day an idea started brewing in my head. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t me, maybe it was them. Maybe I just have good taste and they can’t cook. In NL we use the same word for cooking and boiling: “koken”. We kook an egg, we kook water. Some dutch less proficient in english might get confused, but it makes sense in a way. Dutch cooking consist mostly of… boiling. Boil veggies, boil potatoes, bake (pan-fry in butter) the meat. Main skill is preventing the potatoes from getting overcooked, err… overboiled?
Anyway, one day I got ballsy after she again told me I’m picky and said “you just can’t cook”. Woops… her already big eyes got even bigger, “You do the cooking then!”. I convinced her to quit the grossly underpaying shitty industry of food and beverage so fair enough, I’ll cook. Over the past few years I proved my point (appreciating what’s delicious and googling recipes is much more important than fancy french kitchen skills ) but she continous to challenge me. Aside from suriname and indonesian homecooking her favorite food is, of course, Indian. Now it’s not that hard to create something Indian-ish, but she worked in an Indian restaurant for 3 years. Which was good for her, but not so much for me. We rarely eat at any place she worked, and she worked at the best in the area.
Last time we ate at the indian restaurant, probably been a decade, the waiter, one of her former colleagues, walks up, looks at my wife and smiles, she nods, he looks at me and asks “and the murgh tikka for you?”. I was like uhm well maybe I want a curry this time… no, I’ll take the mixed grill. I basically made it worse lol. My wife got curries they don’t have on the menu but eat themselves during breaks. The stuff you don’t feed to a white guy who grew up on boiled potatoes and peanut butter sandwiches.
After showing a few times I can make (or fake) a decent surinamese or indonesian-ish meal she goes “you should make some biryani… or some sabji bhaji… oh no make some raita. oh oh some lassi… a mango lassi”. I’m like “a what??” “Indian food!“ she replies.
So on tomorrow’s menu, tandoori murgh(chicken) tikka with raita and naan. Got everything I need except the Cardamom. No tandoori oven either but I got a plan
DCcan
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I forgot to take pictures again, went to get a camera but got a beverage instead, and dove into them.
It wasn't until the last scallop and a handful of rice left on the plate till I remembered.
I love good Indian Food. Try this guy's channel:This story is based on actual events
My wife worked in many restaurants, posh French, Chinese, Mexican, Greek, Indian, whatnot. Not in the kitchen, but she knows food, and she eats everything. She’s not easily impressed though, food is either good or very good. She had proper chefs cook her lunch but favorite food is still what Surinamese or Indonesian moms in her childhood neighborhood cooked. Roti chicken and indonesian fried rice or noodles. Her eyes light up when I present a plate with either.
My wife used to say I’m a picky eater. My mom used to say the same so I believed her. For decades. Till some day an idea started brewing in my head. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t me, maybe it was them. Maybe I just have good taste and they can’t cook. In NL we use the same word for cooking and boiling: “koken”. We kook an egg, we kook water. Some dutch less proficient in english might get confused, but it makes sense in a way. Dutch cooking consist mostly of… boiling. Boil veggies, boil potatoes, bake (pan-fry in butter) the meat. Main skill is preventing the potatoes from getting overcooked, err… overboiled?
Anyway, one day I got ballsy after she again told me I’m picky and said “you just can’t cook”. Woops… her already big eyes got even bigger, “You do the cooking then!”. I convinced her to quit the grossly underpaying shitty industry of food and beverage so fair enough, I’ll cook. Over the past few years I proved my point (appreciating what’s delicious and googling recipes is much more important than fancy french kitchen skills ) but she continous to challenge me. Aside from suriname and indonesian homecooking her favorite food is, of course, Indian. Now it’s not that hard to create something Indian-ish, but she worked in an Indian restaurant for 3 years. Which was good for her, but not so much for me. We rarely eat at any place she worked, and she worked at the best in the area.
Last time we ate at the indian restaurant, probably been a decade, the waiter, one of her former colleagues, walks up, looks at my wife and smiles, she nods, he looks at me and asks “and the murgh tikka for you?”. I was like uhm well maybe I want a curry this time… no, I’ll take the mixed grill. I basically made it worse lol. My wife got curries they don’t have on the menu but eat themselves during breaks. The stuff you don’t feed to a white guy who grew up on boiled potatoes and peanut butter sandwiches.
After showing a few times I can make (or fake) a decent surinamese or indonesian-ish meal she goes “you should make some biryani… or some sabji bhaji… oh no make some raita. oh oh some lassi… a mango lassi”. I’m like “a what??” “Indian food!“ she replies.
So on tomorrow’s menu, tandoori murgh(chicken) tikka with raita and naan. Got everything I need except the Cardamom. No tandoori oven either but I got a plan
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I can't tell you how many times I've done the same damn thing. Finally, while staring at the last bite on my plate realizing I forgot something LOL. So I guess you'll just have to make them again!
shnkrmn
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I almost did that last night! I wish I had seen your scallops. They don't agree with my wife so I never prepare them.
I'm seeing a trend here! You don't think Cannabis has anything to do with our short term memory lapses, do you???
Please, say it ain't so!
DarkWeb
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I'll admit......that's why I posted the pasta for lunch yesterday.....it was Sunday night dinner. I got half way through and realized I didn't get a picture lol
I can't tell you how much exercise I get going up to the second floor, wandering aimlessly about, coming downstairs, remembering what I forgot only to repeat it and forget it again. Oh well I usually get at least 10 floors/day good for my legs
shnkrmn
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Me too and my stairs are steeper than building code allows. And the hand rail is too low as well! I never hurry going down.I can't tell you how much exercise I get going up to the second floor, wandering aimlessly about, coming downstairs, remembering what I forgot only to repeat it and forget it again. Oh well I usually get at least 10 floors/day good for my legs
Love your floors! My staircase is to code but I have a newer home. Still my older terrier slides down the stairs on his belly every morning barking all the way. It's hilarious but he's on the ground floor faster than any of us.
shnkrmn
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I just had the upstairs floors done a couple years ago. They had never been refinished. Not original but 100+ years old. I need to paint the stairs again too.