this is a blog about the food in my life. what I eat, what I wanna eat, what I make, what I bake, what I wanna make and bake, ideas and recipes. it's also my thoughts on food or stories behind the meals. The lyric references are from my lifelong love of classic rock and funk and from working a hunnerd years in music retail.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
But I Still Haven't Found What I'm Cooking For
When my parents started their second restaurant in a new location, the first months were pretty slow. They took to sitting on lawn chairs in the back to pass the time. My dad had a whim to start a breakfast menu and that kick started that location in a big way. He created about seven breakfast dishes and we were all pretty impressed to be honest. Mexican breakfasts? Sure, we knew of them but it seemed a little odd that a town that was still getting used to eating tacos would be willing to try chilaquiles and eggs rancheros etc. But it worked. Eventually, he had a line out the door and could barely keep up with the orders.
I love the morning rush myself. But I only have two customers for breakfast and that's me and P.
Firstly, I laid down a bed of spinach on these Arnold's Sandwich Thins toasted. I scrambled up some eggs light and fluffy, fried up some crumbled Italian sweet sausage, topped that with thinly sliced onions and just a bit of mozzarella cheese and ribbons of basil.
I heated those in the oven just until the cheese melted and got a little brown on top. Dang! That was good.
My dad knew he wanted to open a restaurant. I remember being little and him coming home from working as a Superintendent at a construction company. He'd worked his way up but there was always some ass-wipe that he had to deal with no matter how high he got. He said he wanted to work for himself. I heard him loud and clear even as a dumb squirt chick of like 6 years old. Now, I myself hate working for 'the man' and feel like its all a bunch of bullshit to endure unnecessarily. But I don't have a vision. I don't have a dream (although I am plagued with nightmares). I haven't figured out what to do with my love of food.
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'bout a year ago my friend Michael went to Seoul, South Korea and opened a taco truck...no lie.
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