Anyway, while I have clearly lost all interest in cooking anything but my beautiful, precious soy wax, my family has refused to take a hint and continues to expect digestible material at regular intervals. We can live off the smelllllls, I insist quietly. Try the one that smells like apple strudel again. Still, they are unmoved. Magazine Month is now behind us, and I will likely not finish reading Middlemarch within the bounds of my current lifespan, so it's time to move on to an exciting new adventure. A couple of months ago I received a three-month subscription to a cooking…class?..website in a subscription box. It's www.saltedtv.com and I'm not 100% sure I understand it, but I have three months to figure it out, I guess, so here we go! Cooking Class Website Month! So catchy! I was going to throw a paragraph-ending joke here but my mind wandered to candles again!
I am immediately annoyed that you have to watch video for all the recipes, even though watching videos is the entire point of this exercise. I tried to pick a couple of sportsball-appropriate items for Sunday night. The general direction I aimed for was "cheesy and fried."
First, Cheese Pizza Bites.
This is food for children. I have two children. For some reason they were both actively repulsed by the very existence of these. I thought they tasted fine.
Next: Various things coated in Tempura Batter.
This is food for grown-ups and it is an excellent way to find yourself well above your daily recommended intake of vegetables and annual recommended intake of fried batter.
At this point I have the following apparently-conflicting thoughts about the service, which are: 1) most of these courses will be too basic for me, and 2) it's a little hard to follow. I had trouble nailing down the exact proportion of things in the tempura batter, although it turned out fine in the end. Maybe the problem is that I was cherry-picking recipes instead of buckling down an watching an entire course, such as….
The Grilled Cheese Master Class. Now here's where this free subscription really pays for itself! With directions that begin with two cups of butter and a cup of mayonnaise and end with coating the whole thing in a parmesan-bacon crust.
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I don't know. So far I mostly feel appalled at my own digestive tract for calmly accepting what I have handed it the past couple of days. We'll see how it goes.
In the meantime, it was so nice this weekend that we enjoyed our cups of breakfast butter outdoors.
|Further evidence that my reverse-seasonal depression is fully warranted.|