Bacon

Need I say more? 😄

I love bacon. It was the siren song that called me back from vegetarianism. It’s the food that brings my dad and me together. It is always welcome on my plate, be it for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. 

I recently came across this alternate method for cooking bacon, from America’s Test Kitchen:

I decided to try it out. My conclusion: It isn’t worth the trouble. The bacon was good, but it took too much extra time. I should note, though, that I actually like the crispy, nearly burnt bits you get with the usual method of pan frying.

Cooking

I generally don’t think of myself as someone who cooks a lot, or as a particularly good cook. I just like eating home-cooked meals. I don’t mind taking a little time at the end of the day to put ingredients together on the stove or in the oven.

But when I talk to friends and family about cooking, I realize that my household is a bit unusual. Things like lemons, garlic cloves, fresh herbs, and eggplants are everyday items in our kitchen. A whole chicken for roasting makes nearly a weekly appearance. And leftovers often find themselves reworked into a new dish instead of just reheated.

So when I found myself looking for something to eat tonight, I pulled out the leftover roast chicken; sliced some onion, garlic, and mushrooms; chopped a handful of parsley; and tossed it with udon noodles and soy sauce. Nothing fancy, in my mind — just a quick dinner for one.

Noodles, mushrooms, and parsley

Sauteed mushrooms, onion, and garlic

Leftover roast chicken

 

My favorite ice cream

We discovered Tesco Finest ice cream by chance one day, and learned that their chocolate ice cream is absurdly good. Creamy, rich, nomnomnom. I could easily eat the whole container at once. (Perhaps that isn’t saying much. I have been known to buy Ben & Jerries, eat half a pint for dessert, and finish the other half the next morning for breakfast.)

When they didn’t have chocolate in stock the other day, we decided to try the black cherry. It’s wonderfully creamy, but I have to admit I probably won’t get it again — the flavor just isn’t quite right.