This is what happens. An email is sent out telling us what the ‘Cooking Club’ is making that week. We get assigned to bring certain groceries and we cook! It’s usually a good 2.5 hours of hard work and sweaty faces in the kitchen. I wear a hairnet. Last week we made Panchetta and Manchego Roulade with salad and dessert. This week we made asparagus and bacon quiche with salad and cookies. when i say ‘cook’, i mean work in a professional kitchen where 8 quiches are made with 42 eggs, 1/2 gallon of half and half, 5 lbs of mashed potatoes, you get the drift. And as i was cooking this crazy rich and absolutely delicious meal, like sticking an entire stick of butter, tub of sour cream and cups of milk and half and half in my mashed potatoes, all i could think of was, ‘man, these ladies are without a lot, but heart disease won’t be one of them once they finish this food!’
Now just having had a manicure the night before I cooked, I was pissed when i was washing those industrial pots and pans, but again, i was in a hairnet, so i gave up the ghost and got sudsy with it! Holler!
Ok so i get it together enough to make 3 trips to the grocery store for all the ingredients needed for my most decadent meal. But something comes over me...Paula Dean whispers in my kitchen and says, just put all the goodness in, and i follow. Sure the picture above isn't super impressive, but lemme just say...wow, my broccoli, manchego and romano cheese quiche was gorgeous and decadent. My roasted garlic caprese salad kicked serious ass, and roasted garlic mashed potatoes, complete with about 1/2 cup of half and half and butter was delicious! I truly outdid myself. I am satisfied and desperately need to visit the devil at the gym, but for tonight, i revel in the fat farm that i created for myself. And there is nothing soy or low-fat about it.
4 comments:
I love to eat and cook also... probably like to eat more. But I'm also lazy and don't exercise all the fat off.
Paula Dean just opened a restaurant in a new casino close to me... ah but then I'm on the Nutra Systems diet.... sigh
Waiting for my wife and sons to get here next month... finally. There goes my good meals... diet time.
As always...great story Chi-Lan! Your volunteer work is very impressive, and inspirational. Finding a good fight and then joining it, is the common denomenator of the unheralded everyday hero.
What is more fundamental to health than what you put in your mouth? So I make my own food to suit my priorties also...although some may confuse it with the San Quentin dining experience. I wouldn't know, since I've never eaten there myself. ^_~
I know what it's like to cook for an army, because I used to cook for my siblings growing up. I know all too well how 3 medium-sized Texas steer don't stand a chance as honored brunch guests for my brothers and sisters. I could teach Haliburton a thing or two about feeding an army on a shoe-string budget. haha So I can relate to the mental adjustment you make walking into an industrial kitchen, and cooking for the masses. ^_~
Joking aside...great work Chi-Lan! We know the value of your dish cannot be evaluated with a digital camera. The expressions of the women at The Center is the best judge.
That's awesome that you take time out to help those less fortunate. You rock!
(love the food pics too!)
LOL at another food pic.
I remember that episode of the Cosby show. Pretty funny stuff.
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