The kitchen crusader

I love food more than anything and I'm really bossy in the kitchen. I was brought up to care about food. I rant about it a lot. Food makes or breaks my day. I can't understand people who don't care about what they eat. I once cooked in a former job and I dream of cooking in a future one.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
what I ate last: seafood heaven

What can I say, but when good food comes along it sure does it in quantity. A last minute invite to my friend Butch's house turned out to be definitely a food highlight of my year so far. We arrived just after dark to have oysters thrust in our open mouths, and that was only just the beginning. One of his brothers, who works in a restaurant in Florida, had driven up with an entire carfull of seafood - oysters, green-lipped mussels, crabs, bay prawns, the stuff I dream about here. So we had:

ridiculous numbers of oysters, raw and smoked on the grill,

mussels steamed with rosemary and garlic with plenty of bread to soak up the juices,

and the highlight, a huge cajun seafood boil of crab, prawns (shrimp to you Americans, I know), sweetcorn, carrots, red potatoes, onions and smoked sausage, flavoured with masses of herbs and spices thrown in the pot. The entire 5-gallon pan was drained and tipped out onto the table and we ate, and ate, and ate. So incredibly fresh, so real, so good.

Then we had cake made by Butch's mother, which was absolutely delicious and turned out to be another of those strange American recipes (I asked and it contained a packet of yellow cake mix, a pack of lemon Jell-O and four eggs, the 'just follow the rest of the instructions on the back of the cake pack'), and on the side there was his father's home-made barbeque pork and special sauce, and in the morning we had golden scrambled eggs from his hens. Why can't I eat like this all the time!

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