Real Kato Blog: Buried In Crap

And it's all my own damn fault.

Okay, everyone click "reload" and then welcome John ("ohbejuan") to my link bar. He's my friend from high school, and he's also friends with Javi and Melissa*. Pretty well-connected dude, isn't he?

So I gotta say, I'm getting pretty tired of the Crap Empanadas. I had four more of them tonight and tried sprinkling various flavorings on them, and nothing really helped. Actually, I'm finding that the filling isn't that bad (though I should have used ordinary yellow onions instead of vidalia, and I should have cooked the onions down a little to get rid of some of the acidity). No, it's the horrendously dry and doughy exterior that's the problem. I made the terrible mistake of trusting the New York Times cookbook for an ethnic recipe... never again.

On the plus side, I think I could use these things as fireproofing material. No amount of oven heat seems to be enough to get these things to cook properly. I put them in at 450°F for thirty minutes and they didn't even turn the slightest bit brown.

This recipe failure is weighing particularly heavily on me because I just watched another episode of "Hell's Kitchen", and I'm realizing that I've really let my cooking go downhill over the past few years. I don't do enough entertaining these days, and it's easy to get out of practice.

So, tack on cooking to the long list of things to which I don't pay enough attention. More self-generated guilt... sigh.

Tonight, both BusyMom and I are up to our eyeballs in laundry. It's sort of a community-blogging moment.

*Don't go to suburbanbliss.net. Someone else bought the domain and Melissa no longer writes there.

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Posted by Ken in: food, life

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Comment #1 from Cori (Guest)
2005 Jun 21 - 12:20 pm : #

It's strange; I used to know how to cook, I swear. Even in university, even after two years in residence, I would make real meals for myself. But 10 years of effectively being single and I just don't have the patience to make anything that requires more than boiling water, and now I have no cooking skills to speak of, and no memorized recipes except gingersnaps.

Which left me feeling rather guilty in England, since I really /ought/ to have made dinner at least once for the in-laws, but what would I make them? The few things I vaguely remember knowing how to make all involve meat in some fashion, and I can't feed other people my rice and lentil diet.

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