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Adding SPICE to your Valentine's Day

My Valentine to You --- hope you have a super spicy day  XoXoX, Cyn
With great humility and a healthy hit of confidence I report to you that I seem to be viewed as an above average Whipper Upper in the kitchen.  It started early, with a family that encouraged my presence in and around the kitchen, and ate my ‘special’ sauces and praised me for their deliciousness.  (Mix ketchup, A-1 steak sauce and oregano.  It really is pretty delicious, as any 4 year old dipper will tell you.)  Their support and willingness to try anything I produced gave me the confidence to cook.  I caught the bug, and am happiest in a kitchen full of hungry people. 
So what’s my secret?  Seasoning.  Yup, that’s it.  SO simple, yet so rarely executed well.  And when I say seasoning, I just don’t mean the basic salt and pepper, I mean all the herbs and spices that can enhance a dish.  Al and I were once invited (key word here:  once) to a couples’ house for dinner - we had a lot in common with these two on paper:  lo…

Romancing the Egg - Part 2

So, I was wrong. In my last post, cleverly titled Romancing the Egg - Part 1, I predicted that my next step in the path to Eggdom would likely involve breakfast. Seemed logical, didn't it? Breakfast is all about eggs, or so it has seemed to a non-egg eater for the past half century. Omelets, breakfast sandwiches, fried, scrambled, over easy, sunny side up, poached, breakfast burritos...... ....eggs, it's what's for breakfast (with apologies to the The Beef Industry Council)



I'm not really sure what this has to do with eggs - when I went looking for an appropriate picture to use here I stumbled onto this and it made me laugh.
 Every few weeks I play poker with a bunch of semi-degenerates. We have a rule that each player needs to bring a snack to share. Most of the time it's what you would expect from a group of guys - chips and salsa, a box of tacos from the local Mexican restaurant, sushi from the local supermarket, and chicken wings. Cynthia asked me if I had dec…