Nothing forces you to get a good night sleep like food poisoning. (Well, if you minus half the time spent balled up on the bathroom tiles.) I'm guessing the seafood that I ate that morning wasn't in good shape. Of course, that didn't stop me from eating sushi when I finally got my appetite back. It's going to take more than that to completely kill my love for eating our sea dwelling friends.
Matt and I have been eating out a lot lately. This would be fine if not for my ever growing collection of cookbooks. Some of them are there for reference and entertainment (Alton Brown's I'm Just Here for the Food), for secret celebrity worship (Jamie Oliver's Naked Chef books), and for actual cooking use (I've gotten some good mileage out of Sam Choy's cookbooks). I suppose cooking is more of a hobby for me.
Every now and then I experiment with something new. I've discovered that I'm a failure at making any sort of bread, but I'm fabulous with desserts. Main dishes tend to be sort of a gamble. Matt has never complained about anything that I have made, only because he's too nice. At most he'll ask, "Um, what did you put in this?"
I won't feed him (or anyone) anything really bad. I've thrown out corn bread that tasted like cardboard and sauce that didn't taste anything near tolerable. But as long as I'm not cooking with anything on his most hated foods list, he'll eat anything.
We're probably going to eat out again tonight, not seafood though. (Don't want to press my luck.)
Posted by jennifer at November 22, 2002 03:04 PM