It’s Wednesday, but it feels like it should be Friday (actually, it feels like it should be NEXT Friday). I’m sans fiance this week, and being the sole caregiver of our pup is sucking every last bit of energy out of me. I’m also eating like a bachelorette, so I don’t have any good recipes to post. So, you get a meme! At least it’s food-related…
Favorite food to crunch: Dill pickles, garlicky croutons, apples from the orchard of my childhood.
Favorite comfort food: It sounds crazy, but McDonald’s. After EVERY one of my surgeries, as soon as I’m wheeled out the door, I want some McNuggets and fries. I always regret the decision later (there’s a reason they tell you to eat light after anesthesia), but at the time, it is so good and makes me feel so much better.
Favorite picnic lunch: A killer sandwich with fresh fixins, my grandmother’s potato salad, and homemade chocolate chip cookies.
Favorite food scene in movie: Meg Ryan’s fake orgasm at the deli in “When Harry Met Sally.”
Favorite food lyrics: All I can think of right now is Zac Brown’s “Chicken Fried,” which I have heard at least half a dozen times over the past 24 hours.
Best food smell memory: Home fries in a hot skillet with onions and paprika, clam chowder simmering in a pot, and German pancakes browning on the stove.
Favorite summer snack: Sliced tomatoes with fresh cracked pepper, any kind of corn salad.
Food that reminds me of the ocean: My dad’s fried shrimp, and oysters on the halfshell. Drool.
Favorite winter snack: Hot apple cider (or hot cocoa) and warm cookies.
Most likely to eat for lunch: A sandwich, or leftovers from the previous night’s dinner.
Least likely to eat for lunch: A salad. I’d be hungry again in an hour!
Makes me gag: Olives and blue cheese, either together or separate.
Food tradition I love: The fact that my family has prime rib instead of turkey for Thanksgiving, and that we always break out the pigs-in-blankets during fall football games.
Food tradition I loathe: Fruitcake. And cheese balls/logs.
Favorite wild foods: I don’t know that I’ve ever just encountered something in the wild and then eaten it. I guess the closest I’ve come is stealing home-grown tomatoes from my neighbor’s vines.
Favorite medicinal food: Matzo ball soup, hands down.
Food that reflects my heritage: See above, at least for my Jewish heritage.
Food most like me: Probably some sort of over the top, ridiculously decadent dessert. You know, something that has to be the center of attention.
Favorite raw food smell: Cilantro.