i love food...

i love food, especially southern [soul] food. i love everything from filet mignon to chicken pot pie to green been casserole. i have eaten venison [deer meat, from deer that my dad hunted nonetheless] on numerous occasions. i put honey on my corn bread and tabasco on my oysters. i am from the south and i am damn proud of it.

it took me a while to warm-up to the spanish/catalan cuisine...but now, i'm actually [borderline] fond of it. despite my prior [incorrect] knowledge, the spanish have a certain luster for leaving out key herbs and spices needed to make food edible [their only condiment is olive oil.] words like "spicy" and "delicious" are more often used to describe people than food. needless to say, these days i am having a wonderful love affair with olive oil.

one thing that i do quite fancy here, and has become a staple in my refrigerator, is an indigenous packaged drink. yeah, it sounds gross already. it's called cacaolat.
cacaolat is a pleasant combination of yoohoo [judge me, please] and chocolate milk. it doesn't taste as delicious as it looks, or as bad as it sounds....but i think it's perfect.

the good thing about the below-par options of food is that it's forced me to do more cooking. i find myself day-dreaming up different dishes as i'm walking to work. i wake up looking forward to my daily market runs. i go through garlic like it's my job. [no...i am not solely gorging myself on cacaolat.] but all of the judging i have cast upon the spanish food has helped me to build up a nice little repertoire of personal [and mexican, italian, american, british...from my friends here] recipes.

tonight my friends are coming over [bottles of vino tinto in hand] and we're going to make homemade vegetable soup. yum. we plan on od-ing on herbs and spices.