In a Pickle

This weekend was Christmas for my family. Among the excitement of opening presents, game playing and cookie eating I found myself in a bit of a pickle. Not really… but there seemed to be a lot of pickle related happenings.


Pickle incident #1:

On my drive home I always pass through a town called Dillsburg, Pa. Usually this is an uneventful experience but this time a sign caught my eye as I passed through. "See you at the Pickle Drop at New Years!"

I love it. A town called Dillsburg has a huge pickle (I'm assuming a dill pickle) that drops at midnight to celebrate the coming of a New Year.

I did a bit a research online and found a photo of last year's giant pickle. Turns out it's more of a Mr. Pickle than an actual pickle. (See photo) I also learned that treats such as chocolate dipped pickles are available during the festivities. I still wasn’t sure of my plans for the New Year so this option was tempting.



Pickle incident #2:

As we were preparing for our family meal over the weekend my mother took a jar filled with pickle juice out of the refrigerator. I recognized the label. It was a pickle-less jar of "We're in a Pickle" Decadent Dill pickles from a small company in West Chester. I had brought her a few jars of these unique pickles not too long ago as a gift.

It turned out that she was out of the pickles but she loves the flavor so much that she saves the juice and then puts other pickles in it so it gets the same taste. I thought this was gross but I could understand. The pickles are fantastic. They are sweet and savory with a hint of cinnamon and garlic. Well, more than a hint… there are actually cinnamon sticks and a garlic clove right in the jar! Yum.

I love that my mother recognized good taste enough to go to these extremes. I just have to remember to bring her more jars of these delicious pickles next time I am home.

Pickle incident #3:



I saw this clip on TV on a the best of Television 2006 show. It's about a girl with pickle phobia. Crazy. I laughed when I watched it for many reasons, but mostly because I imagined inviting her to celebrate New Years with me in Dillsburg. Oh... that's funny.

As it turned out I decided not to make the drive to see a giant pickle drop for New Years, instead I joined some hometown friends for a party at the square downtown. Although the thought of chocolate dipped pickles was tempting, I chose to spend the time with good friends and family and a big plastic cup of cheap champagne. We said goodbye to 2006 while watching fireworks and dancing in the rain. Happy 2007!!!

The Final Dish: You seriously have to try these yummy pickles from We're in a Pickle at Produce Junction in West Chester or order online at wereinapickle.com. Gift baskets are available and other products include relish, hot sauces and more!

Who Are You Calling a Tart?

And here is the recipe for the Almond Tart that my friend made at the Christmas Party this year. It's perfect for dunking in hot stuff like coffee, tea or me.


Ingredients
1/2 cup raw almonds with skins, plus about 18 whole almonds for decorating
2/3 cup sugar, plus more for top
14 tablespoons unsalted butter (1 3/4 sticks), softened, cut into pieces
2 tablespoons pure vanilla extract
1/4 teaspoon almond extract
1/2 teaspoon fine salt
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 large egg white, beaten

Baking dish: 9-inch tart fluted pan with removable bottom

Instructions
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

Blend the 1/2 cup nuts in a food processor (or a blender works, too - just need more patience) with the sugar until the mixture resembles coarse sand (if there are a few small chunks of nuts it's okay). Add the butter, vanilla and almond extracts, and the salt, and blend until creamy. Add the flour and continue to pulse to make a soft dough.

Put the dough in a 9-inch tart pan and spread it evenly with a spatula spoon (dip it in warm water if you need help smoothing the surface). Cover and freeze until firm, about 20 minutes.

Put the tart pan on a baking sheet and prick the dough all over with a fork. Generously sprinkle sugar over the top of the dough. Toss the remaining whole almonds in egg white; press the nuts into the dough evenly around the edge of the pan. Bake until golden brown - about 1 hour and 10 minutes.

Cool the bread in the pan on a rack for 10 minutes. Carefully remove the tart ring and cut the shortbread into wedges, each with a nut. Cool completely. Or - cool in pan completely and present as 1 large cookie and cut as desired.

The Final Dish: If you are like me... and lack the time to actually make this at home... get a best friend who will do it for you.

For the Special Times in Your Life....

I had a bit of a sad day today. Whenever I have days like this I make myself feel better with a pedicure, hot chocolate or a glass of wine and listen to "sad" music. If that doesn't do it.... than a picture of some Eggs Benedict usually helps.

I had breakfast last weekend with a high school friend at Perkins. I heart breakfasts in general but the special menu insert set my heart on fire.

The top simply said "Eggs Benedict" followed by "For all the special times in your life. Like breakfast, lunch and dinner." This could have (and should have) been a direct quote from me... I just wasn't smart enough to think of it first.

Most who know me know that I judge restaurants based on their benedicts and in particular their hollandaise sauce. The menu went on to say that I should "Celebrate right now with one of our Eggs Benedict entrees. Each featuring two basted eggs served on a grilled English Muffin with our special delicious toppings. Served with your choice of a Mammoth Muffin or fresh seasonal fruit, plus your choice of hash browns or breakfast potatoes.

The menu temptations included Turkey Asparagus, Steak and Mushroom, Double Bacon, Classic and Country Cookin benedicts. I wasn't sure what I wanted to order but I was certain that I had to have this insert in my possession. I wanted to make bumper stickers out of it, or buttons, or t-shirts... or at least display it in my cubicle at work.

Somehow.. lost in the our catching up conversation that day, I forgot to ask if I could keep the insert before I left.

Flash-forward to today...

I struggled to walk in the door of my apartment in my flimsy pedicure flip-flops as I made my way to my stereo to put on some Counting Crows, Long December to wallow in my sadness. I lit some candles, fired up my tea pot and then checked my mail.

Among my bills was a large white envelope. I tore it open (I love surprise mail) and a picture of benedict peeked out at me. The insert! My friend had gone back to get it and then mailed it to me... just in time to turn my day around. Talk about good food karma.

The Final Dish: I realize Perkins is no gourmet establishment but big props go out to a place that has a special insert dedicated to an amazing dish (and leave a coffee pot on the table- awesome). Check it out at a Perkins near you. West Chester isn't lucky enough to have one but you can find one close to you at http://www.perkinsrestaurants.com/. Try your own benedict (pretend I said it now) for the special times in your life. Like Breakfast. Lunch. Or Dinner. Soo cool.

Nog-tastic

I slept on my sister's couch this year for Christmas. My family celebrates holidays a few days late so that my siblings can spend time with their in-laws on the actual day. As the only spouse-less one in the family I usually spend the actual holiday with my sister and her family.

It works out well. In addition to spending quality time with my sister, I get a stocking, I get a few gifts from Santa, I get candy in my stocking, we have really good egg nog, share an awesome breakfast in the morning and, most importantly, they have cable (The Food Network.)

I arrived on Christmas Eve to a dinner of tomato soup (that my sister doctors up with tarragon and cream mmmm) and grilled cheese. In my honor they swaped their usual American Cheese (the ONLY cheese I'll never eat) for cheddar. After dinner it was time to prepare for Santa's arrival.

This is a much more intense process than I remember as a child. Here's what had to be done:

1. Reindeer food had to be sprinkled outside. This was a mix of glitter and oats.
2. Blinking lights were to be posted on the door. It was like a homing device for Santa I suppose.
3. Rockets had to be fired into the air. These were plastic rockets that fired into the air with the help of an air pump. Again, this was to signal to Santa that this was the house to be.
4. Cookies were put on plates. I remembered this one.
5. Milk was poured into a glass. Standard.
6. Stockings were hung. Duh.
7. Letters were written to Santa. I would elaborate but they were top secret so I don't know what they said.
8. Reindeer candy was put out. I asked my nephew if I could have some (it was a mix of mints and caramels) and he informed me that it's reindeer food only and I could get sick.

After all of the preparations we read stories and tucked the kids into bed. My brother in law then announced that it was time to "get our jolly on." So I cozied up on the couch with my sister and her husband and we started our own preparations for Santa.

1. We poured some egg nog. Every year we have Pennsylvania Dutch Egg Nog. It's amazing how good it tastes, how bad it is for you and how drunk it gets you. The bottle reads: Blended whiskey, rum and brandy blended with fresh dairy cream make this a holiday favorite. Just add a little cinnamon and ground nutmeg to create a wonderful holiday cocktail!
2. Pour some egg nog. Oh wait... I already said that. I guess that was it then.

As our bodies warmed from the holiday buzz we stuffed stockings, swept up the reindeer glitter, took nibbles out of cookies, gulped down the milk and opened and disposed of secret letters. It was tough being Santa.

My sister and her husband soon went to bed and I happily watched The Food Network as I knit until I eventually got sleepy.

I awoke to the padding of feet running into the room. "Santa came! Did you hear him come in?"

"I didn't hear a thing." I told them, "But I'm a sound sleeper."

I couldn't tell them the truth... that I tune everyone out when I watch The Food Network. So if I large man dressed in red came in I would have easily missed him when the holiday celebrity episode was on.

As my nephew opened his gifts he almost got tears in his eyes and declared "All of my dreams came true! All of my dreams came true!"

I smiled to myself and agreed. "Mine did too Lukey... mine did too."

The Final Dish: What more could a girl ask for at Christmas than a super cool sister with super cool kids, really good egg nog, my own stocking and my fav television personalities? I totally got my jolly on.

Yummy Gifts for the Boss

Getting gifts for people at work is always tricky. How much do you spend? Do you give something to everyone? Do you even give anything? Do you give your boss a better present than say... your intern? I decided to make it easy this year and give everyone the same yummy thing. Well... ok, so I may have made my boss's gift a little nicer.

We have a "Gossip Free" policy at work. This means that if we hear others discussing something that isn't factual in the workplace we need to report it.

I was bothered by some recent workplace gossip so I scheduled a meeting to discuss it with my General Manager.

With a straight face I began to tell him that I was really offended by the things that I heard people saying. Things like "Santa isn't real" and "there's no such thing as Santa."

He looked me square in the eye and with an equally straight face said "That's simply not true. Santa is real. We'll have to put a stop to that won't we?"

I loved that he not only played along but he didn't fire me for wasting his time (or for wearing my dollar store Christmas antlers for three days in a row...handbook says no hats allowed.)

Just to play it safe I made sure I upgraded the Big Boss Man's (I call him that sometimes) gift for Christmas. I gave him extra peppermint sticks and a really nice mug.

My gift to everyone this year was hot chocolate. I felt this was appropriate because I love chocolate and I think everyone is hot. Here's how I did it...

I bought a bunch of white mugs and little plastic bags at the craft store. Then I filled each bag with:

4 scoops of premixed hot cocoa (would be nicer to make this from scratch but I'm a busy girl so premixed it was.)
2 scoops of cafe mocha mix
2 scoops of semi-sweet mini chocolate chips
1 scoop of white chocolate chips
1 big scoop of love

Then I tied up the bags, popped them in a mug and attached a card for each person. I garnished them with chocolate kisses or peppermint sticks and handed them out at work.

I signed most of the cards with my real name. But a few... the "non- believers" got a cocoa filled mug on their desk "from Santa." That's what they get for breaking company policy.

The Final Dish: Merry Yummy Christmas to EVERYONE!

Eating Christmas

This year's Christmas party proved to be a success. It's always great to spend time with hometown friends and share good food, drinks and laughs... and to make edible art projects.

I decided that this year's edible craft would be Christmas traincars. Everyone took part and medals were given to the winners. The catergories were decided after a few drinks... and they were. Best overall. Best use of twinkie. Most creative. And Best Creativity. Yes... this is funny.

All of the judging was done blindly. I drank and ate while all the contestants created their entries.

My good friend Danny and I judged. Here are the pics....

The winners were...

Best Overall: My Best Friend's Sister Jesse



Most Creative: Jesse's Boyfriend Eric- He made a spider (not a train but really creative)






Best Use of Twinkie: Husband of a high school friend Josh... he split the twinkie and re-enacted a scene from "Throw Mamma from the Train." Cool.




Best Creativity: My other bestest friend in the world "Sole Mate" who crafted a train on a bridge, complete with a water feature. She amazes me.




The only other train submitted/loser: My best friend's husband John. He lost.


My best friend made an amazing almond short bread. Soooo good. Recipe to be posted soon...

Final Dish: Oh what a jolly Christmas train my friends created. I think I have a crush on all of my friends and the food that they create.

Intern Elf

Interns are great. I recently scored one at work awhile back and have decided that everyone needs to have one. What did I do before my intern? Too much... that's what I did...too much.

We have one rule, my intern and I, that she does anything I ask... except get me coffee. That's where we both draw the line.

Since it is the holidays my intern is smart enough to get me a gift. (Good move intern.) She is also so smart that she knew exactly what I would like.

I came into work today to see a snowman bag filled with green and red tissue on my desk. The card read "from Intern."

I opened it to find a bag filled with goodies from Harry and David. She knows me too well. She got me Southwestern Chicken Chili Mix, chocolate mints, chocolate toffees, intern-made fruit bars and last but not least gourmet coffee flavoring accents. I was so excited about this I actually called my intern by her real name. Good work intern. Good work.

The Final Dish: My intern may not get me coffee... but she gets good gifts. I wonder if it counts if I ask her to flavor my coffee for me with my new gourmet accents? Hmmmmm...

If you don't have an intern yet.... get some cool stuff yourself at www.harryanddavid.com

All I Want For Christmas...

The holidays can be tough when you are single.

I don't think I realized the effect that being boyfriend-free during the holidays had on me until a recent visit to new dollar store across the street.

As I purused the low cost offerings, I threw some funny stuff in my basket, (like some corny reindeer antlers to wear to work) and then browsed the "cooking" section.

This is the section of the dollar store that usually has measuring cups, plastic mixing bowls and dish towels. I scored some amazing ramekins at a dollar store about a year ago so I always make sure I give this section a well deserved visit.

I was browing the selections when I saw a holiday pot holder... and I suddenly got tears in my eyes.

I think it was a mix of "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" playing in the background and the fact that I had no one to decorate my kitchen with or cook holiday meals with that got to me. Or it could have been the fact that it was a Saturday night and I was in the Dollar Store. Alone.

My reaction surprised me so I swallowed hard and continued on to the picture frame isle... where stock photos of beauftiful couples smiled at me from inside the cheap frames. Great.

Normally I love shopping in dollar stores but this was getting especially hard for me. I needed to get out.

Determined to shake myself out of any single-during-the-holidays-blues I did what any other girl would do on a Saturday night. I went to the Marketplace Cafe at Wegmans in Downingtown.

I was content at Wegmans, sitting by the Christmas tree happily munching on veggie sushi rolls and a harvest salad lightly dressed with cranberries and cheddar. I sampled my way through the store trying wild mushroom soup and toothpick-fuls of coconut shrimp from the Chinese buffet.

Who needs one man when I could have a little bit of everything?

When I was was done eating I sampled a few gelato flavors from the coffee bar and flirted with the young guy behind the counter. I decided on a vanilla gelato and a decaf coffee. This was a good choice.

Any pre-holiday sadness I had melted away with creamy bits of gelato as I dunked it into my hot cup of coffee. And I was happy.

1056 East Lancaster Ave.
Downingtown, PA 19335
610-518-7800

C is for Cookie... and W is for Who Made It?

I love cookies. And this time of year, they appear as gifts and treats at work, school, home and well... everywhere. With so many cookie possibilities we have to be very choosy which ones we decide to munch on. I find I make this decision based more on the cookie's cook than how they look.

Packaging can be deceptive. Cookies can arrive in tins, on trays, in festive baskets and sometimes they even present themselves on paper plates, covered with green or red tinted Reynolds wrap (although I’m not exactly sure what they are trying to cover up with that stuff?)

When I see a platter of holiday cookies I WANT my first reaction to be, "YUM! Let me gobble them up!"

However, I stop myself before I allow my inner food goddess to yelp in delight. My first response is "who made them?" I'm not sure what why I need to know who the creator is but it usually makes or breaks the deal for me.

Is that wrong? I know I sound horrible, but let's face it... with so many cookie swaps, trades and drop offs, we just don't know exactly where these cookies come from. The trick is inquiring who made them in a way that isn't offensive.

I was offered cookies twice at work today.

Here is the first situation:

Guy at work: "Cookie?"
Me: "Mmmm... sure... these look great. Who made 'em?"
Guy: "My wife and daughter."
I had no choice but to quickly grab a cookie and say "Mmm Yum, thanks!" Luckily I knew his family so this was okay by my standards, but I think I may have offended him by asking.

The second situation:

Lady at work: "Cookie?"
Me:" Mmmm... sure. (These were wrapped in clear plastic wrap with a ribbon in it.) "Let's see... which one do I want? Hmmmm... Who made these delicious looking cookies?"
Lady at work: "This woman that comes in here all of the time. She dropped them off for me."
Me: (Great... what does THAT mean? I needed more information.) "Oh... I can't decide. Help me... have you had one?"
Lady: "Yeah, they are really good. I had one of thoooose."
Me: (Okay, so they aren't poisonous at least.) "Okay, cool, I'll try one of those too. Can I ask.... you know?"
Lady: "You know what?"
Me: "Are they... you know, okay to eat? (I flushed with embarrassment after I asked.) I don't mean to sound snotty but I just am curious... "
Lady: *Laughing* "Oh yeah... I TOTALLY know what you mean. Don't worry about it, she's good, I know the family."

And that's when I knew that I wasn't alone. She knew exactly what I was talking about.

But now I have to know from others. Is it horrible of me to ask who made the cookies?
Does anyone do this or do you trust any cookie that comes your way? Share, share.

The Final Dish: I wonder if we all follow the kitchen standards we hope or expect from others?

Edible Arts and Crafts

For the past, something like, seven years I've had a Christmas party for my friends in my hometown. There are only a few rules.

1. Bring a snack for others to enjoy
2. Wear red and/or green.
3. Be prepared to go caroling at the local nursing home.
4. Participate in an edible arts and crafts contest.


For the past two years, two of my best friends (who live in my hometown) have graciously offered to have the annual "Christmas Party" at their homes. Now the party prep is up to them... but the edible craft project is still up to me. I bought the prizes today for the winners but I still haven't figured out what we will be making. So I need some help.

In the past we have done gingerbread houses, christmas cookies (that became almost pornographic after a few drinks), wreaths, winter themed trailer parks (made out of twinkies and Ho Hos), gingerbread men, raindeer and of course the snowmen made out of marshmallows.

The pictures off of the internet always make the projects look beautiful but the end product usually comes out like the picture below.

The party is Friday... so I have to determine what the project will be before then. Any ideas welcome. It has to be holiday/winter themed and be edible. That's it.



Final Dish: Drinking + Edible Craft Projects = Guaranteed Good Time (and a really big mess to clean up)

Take a Bite Out of Crime... or a Chocolate Chicken

Chris Curtin, owner of Eclat Chocolates in West Chester has a problem. His Christmas chicken is missing his head. It happened a few weeks ago and he is still looking for the vandal.

While Curtin was tending to his chocolate in the back, the chicken sat unassuming in the front of the shop. When he returned, he noticed that its head had been completely decapitated!

“See, here’s a laceration to the face . . .” he points out. “You can clearly see a compound fracture here.”

With the display stand at around three feet, it’s too big for a dog or small child to get at, and seemingly too short (although very tempting) for an adult to lean down and chomp such a pretty creation.

”It was a painless death I think." He says, looking at its remains.

If anyone has any tips or leads (or wants to order their own chocolate chicken!), you can reach Curtin at Eclát Chocolates (610-692-5206).

Like a Parmesan Cheese Wheel Rolling Through a Garlic Patch

I normally avoid junk food but I'm such a sucker for "limited edition" or "NEW!" products that sometimes I have to give in. I just love it when a company puts a new spin on a classic.

As I checked out of the grocery store today the conveyor belt was lined with my usual selection of organic varieties of soups, eggs, yogurt, cereals and fruits and veggies. And last but not least.... Pringles.

I couldn't help it. I mean, who doesn't love Pringles? They are addictive and delicious. I am normally not too tempted by a can of Pringles but in this case it wasn't a can that swayed me. It was a BAG! That's right... Pringles are now available tube-free.

I had to try the Pringles SELECT variety. They come in a variety of yummy flavors including Cinnamon Sweet Potato (which I can't wait to try next!) but I choose Parmesan Garlic. The description reads: "Like a Parmesan cheese wheel rolling through a garlic patch." Awesome.

"Freshly grated Parmesan cheese and faint hints of garlic will have your stomach talking and your mouth watering. And when you get a taste of this delicious flavor, your inability to speak will say it all. The enticing zest will zing your taste buds with the kind of pleasure only connoisseur can truly appreciate."

I also discovered a snack bag of Pringles Minis. The bag boasts that they are "Mini Sized but Major Fun."

I was so excited to try these varieties that I opened them in the car on the way home from the store. The Select Parmesan chips are so amazing that I had to throw the bag away to avoid eating them all in one sitting. The Pringles Minis are good but I wouldn't say they are "Major Fun." They are just smaller versions of the classic.

I got my bags (so cool to say that they are Pringles BAGS!) at the local Acme. I would imagine that most stores will have them in stock soon, if not already.

Final Dish: Just because something is in the trash doesn't mean it isn't good. Sometimes it's TOO good.

Acme Markets Inc
W Goshen Shpg Center
903 Paoli Pike, West Chester, PA 19380

Sushi Roulette

Is it me or does every sushi chef have the following qualities:

1. They are constantly grinning. I'm sure I'd have a smile on my face all the time too if I got to be around sushi day in and out.

2. They are usually short. Not sure of the reasoning of this, but they wear really tall or funny hats to make up for it.

3. They are excellent entertainers. They create tricky little games for their customers to play.

I had the pleasure of participating in one such game created by my sushi chef on Friday night. The rules were simple:

There were two pieces of sushi. One had a huge amount of wasabi in it and one didn't. (For those of you do not know, wasabi is a green paste that so powerful a pea sized portion could clear out your sinuses.) Each person eats one. One wins. One loses.

I spun the small plate around and offered the choice to my friend first. I took the remaining one. (I do the same with fortune cookies... I think that way it's really meant to be mine.)

As I chomped down my friend gave an affirming point at me. My tongue detected the texture of the thick paste sandwiched between the layer of fish and rice. I tried to prepare myself for what was about to hit me but there was nothing I could do. A second later my nose burned, my eyes watered and I choked a bit.

There was no need to admit defeat, my tear ducts did it for me. Through my tears I smiled as the funny little sushi chef grinned with delight.

I cannot think of any other situation where a professional actually does better in tips when he inflicts pain on his customers.... all with a devilish smile on his face. Yet somehow it works. Good for you little sushi man! I'll be back soon for round two.

The Final dish: Play some delicious sushi roulette with your friends at Kooma in West Chester.

Can you get fired for talking about food?

Before heading to bed last night, I opened my cable bill. Little did I know that opening it would result in a discussion about cheeseburgers and pizza.

I noticed a problem with my bill and dialed the 1-800 number for customer service. Sherman took my call. He quickly fixed the problem and we chatted a bit about how most people that call are mean and cranky.

I admitted to being a bit cranky when I first called and apologized if I seemed that way. That’s when he began laughing into the phone.

When I asked what was up he explained that his co-worker, Ricky, had just taken a call where the customer demanded to know where he was so he could come give him a piece of his mind in person.

Me: (Laughing) "No way, that’s crazy. You really do get some angry folks.” *Pause* So… not to sound creepy, but where are you?”

Sherman: (without hesitation) “Texas.”

Me: “I could tell.”

Sherman: “Don’t say that. I’m from San Diego originally.”

Me: “I can hear a drawl, I’m afraid you are picking up a bit of the accent.”

Sherman: “Great.”

I don’t remember this part of the conversation…something about Rubik’s cubes, panty hose and sites in San Diego…. The rest of the conversation I remember…

Me: “So, do you like to eat?”

Sherman: “Yeah, I’m a big boy.”

Me: “Oh really? And so what’s your favorite food in the whole wide world.”

Sherman: “I am really into cheeseburgers lately.”

Me: “That’s cool. From where?”

Sherman: “Oh anywhere… Burger King, McDonalds the usual.”

Me: “I think Wendy’s has the best cheeseburgers on their 99 cent value menu.”

Sherman: “ Really? Can you hold on a second?”

Me: “Sure.”

Sherman: (Muffled in the phone) “What? No… it’s a customer I swear.”

Me: “Are you getting in trouble?”

Sherman: “No, they just didn’t know who I was talking to.”

Me: “Is that Ricky?”

Sherman: “Yeah.” (laughing)

Me: “Tell him I said hi.”

Sherman: “She says “hi.”

Ricky: “Hi.”

Me: “What’s Ricky’s favorite food of all time?”

Sherman: “Ricky, what’s your favorite food of all time?” *pause * “Yeah, she wants to know… Seriously.”

Ricky: “I don’t know.”

Me: “Is Ricky a big dude too?”

Sherman: “No, he’s tiny. You’re tiny aren’t ya Ricky?”

Me: “Did he answer yet?”

Sherman: “The customer is always right Ricky. You’ve gotta answer her.” (laughing)

Ricky: “I don’t know… umm….pizza.”

Sherman: “Pizza.”

Me: “Of all the food in the entire world his favorite thing to EVER eat is pizza?”

Sherman: “Yeah, pizza.”

Me: "And yours is burgers?"

Sherman: "I guess so, I've never really thought about it."

Me: “What kind of pizza?”

Sherman: “Ricky, what kind of pizza?”

Ricky: “Pepperoni.”

Sherman: “That’s all man? Pepperoni?”

Me: “That’s cool, I like those things too.”

Sherman: “Ricky says he really likes Pappanos. (sp?)

Me: “Did he just say Pappa Johns? (MY FAVORITE!)

Sherman: “No, I’m not sure what he’s saying, I think he’s talking about fondue now.”

Me: “Fondue?”

Sherman: “Now everyone that I work with is laughing at me and talking about food.”

Me: “Then you should get off the phone and get back to work. I don't want to get you into trouble”

Sherman: “No, it's ok. We get so bored anyway, but we are actually closing here. It's been nice talking to someone who isn't mean tonight.”

Me: “Well.. thank you for all of your help. I really appreciate it.”

Sherman: “No problem. And since this call is recorded, I have to do my script now ok?”

Me: “Ok. Ha... that's right it's recorded.”

Sherman: “Yeah. (Clear throat) Thank you for calling tonight ma’am, is there anything else I can do for you?”

Me: “No Sherman, that's all, you were very helpful. Thank you. Have a great night.”

Sherman: “You too ma am, thank you for choosing Comcast.”

Me: "You're welcome. Bye Sherman."


The conversation solved my billing question but has left me dying to know what pizza Ricky was talking about. What is Pappanos? Pappa ninos? I am at a loss. I can’t find it online. Sherman, if you read this… hook a girl up? Anyone else have any idea?

What does your hot brew say about you?

As a follow up to my "I Need To Hold You" entry, here is my analysis of what your drink preference says about you...

Decaf:

You worry a lot but do a lot. You are a fun person. You constantly try to improve yourself. You may have had health issues in the past but you put yourself first health and time wise. This is a good thing. You consider the long term effects of your actions. And don't forget... you have great taste in your beverages.

Black Coffee:

On the outside it appears that you don’t care what others think about you but deep down you might care too much. You have been accused of not being sensitive to others emotions. You are a little OCD and controlling, but reliable, despite any of your rebellious behavior. You are straightforward... neither you or your coffee is sugar coated. You have great taste in your beverages (that is, if you are dunking sweet bits of cookie into your flavorless coffee.)

Light and Sweet Coffee:

You are fun to be around. You find pleasure in little things and are not afraid to tell people how you feel about them. You have a smile on your face more than you have a frown. But you may end up feeling down sometimes when you are left alone with your own company. You think more short term than long term. You have excellent taste in your beverages.

Coffee with Fake Sugar:

You are self- conscious and a bit of a control freak, but great at entertaining. You enjoy trying to keep up with the fashion trends. You want to indulge in life but are hesitant to really let yourself fully enjoy. Don't over analyze things too much! You just need to chill out and relax. Oh yeah, you have great taste in your beverages...

Hot Tea:

You are close with your family and somewhat traditional. You enjoy being in nature. You have been called a picky eater but you don't think you are. You are certain of who you are and know what you want out of life but may not always be sure how to go about getting it. In any case you don’t would never admit that you might be scared or unsure. Tea drinkers are just cool, overall. And you have fantastic taste in beverages.

Cocoa:

You are well taken care of. Some may call you spoiled but that's okay. Keep smiling... liquid chocolate is a GREAT thing! You work hard and play hard. You obviously have great taste in your beverages. Mmmm... chocolate.

Iced Tea:

You are guarded and enjoy routines. You need to show your nurturing side more often, as to not seem so “frigid.” You are well respected and intelligent. You like to get things done quickly. Hot beverages take too long to drink! You too have a good taste in beverages.

Gourmet Fancy Pants Drinks From Starbucks:

I don’t even need to say how you are. You (and everyone around you) knows you are high maintenance. But who isn't sometimes? If you can get away with sipping on a fancy drink with whipped cream every day then go for it! You have exquisite taste in beverages.

Company Holiday Party 101

Ah, the company holiday party. A time to reflect on corporate happenings of the past year and to spend quality time with co-workers outside the office (i.e. a time to gab about what people's spouses look like and to watch embarrassingly bad dancing.)

I've learned to avoid regretful gossip and reputation-busting dance moves at functions like these, by doing what any smart gal would do... keep eating. You can't talk or dance very well with your mouth full now can you?

I kicked off my corporate festivities this year by showing up at the wrong party. A nice man informed me as I pulled into a parking lot full of beautiful cars that I was at the something-or-other BMW holiday party. I blushed, thanked him and made my way across the street to my party at the White Manor Country Club.

After checking my coat and my reflection in the mirror (I had to make sure I got all of my deodorant off of my dress) I headed toward the crowded bar with drink tickets in hand. I started with a top shelf gin with seltzer with lime and flagged down a server with spring rolls. Apparently I was too late for the other appetizers.

Luckily the banquet manager was sweet and brought me a sampling of what I had missed. I happily munched on brie and raspberry poofy things and yummy mushroom mini quiches in the presence of the CEO. I successfully said nothing stupid. Score.

We were soon seated for our main course, where I quickly fell head over heels for a pretzel-crusted tilapia. It was surrounded in a delicate cream sauce and topped with salty, buttery pretzel bits. Amazing. I asked my server if the chef was in the building and if he was single. He was married but I introduced myself anyway and got his card so I can email him for the recipe.

After a few glasses of Merlot and some very guarded table talk (the GM was seated directly to my right) it was time for dessert. All I’ll say is… Ice. Cream. Bar. I was lucky enough to enjoy a White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle variety topped with a brownie, chocolate sauce and, of course, a cherry.

I was savoring my dessert until someone at my table mentioned that the ice cream was Hagen-Dazs. I had recently looked at the nutritional information on a pint at the grocery store and knew exactly how high the numbers were. “Too late.” I said to myself as I took the last bite. It was worth it.

The realization of what I had consumed hit me, so I decided to hit the dance floor. This is where my theory proved me wrong. The food actually resulted in bad dancing instead of helping to avoid it. Other than that, I think I did ok. I ate, drank, avoided company gossip, ate, drank and scored a guy's business card. Not bad.

The final dish: You HAVE to try this ice cream. White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle. Worth it, worth it, worth it. I’ll post the tilapia recipe soon, but if you can’t wait, check out the White Manor Country Club for yourself and ask the chef Andrew to make you some. That is, if you make it to the right place.

White Manor Country Club
831 Providence Rd.
Malvern, PA 19355
Main Phone 610-647-1070
Fax 610-296-3787

Haagen-Daz Link: http://www.hagendazs.com/segicd.do?productId=232

The truth about those carrot things...

A few days ago I found myself having an in-depth conversation about fish eggs, while wearing a shower cap.

Yes, I was in public. And yes, there was wine involved.

You see, I used to be a bit of a hair whore. If I needed to get my hair done, I'd let anyone have at it. My stylist list includes many friends, mothers of friends, my friend's friend who would come to my house for hair parties, myself (never turned out well), a guy in Amsterdam, some Irish chick, a lady I found in England when I was visiting my friend, cosmetology students (my mom always said it was such a good deal), my sisters, college roomates, hairdressers in my hometown and college town, and on and on. However, my hair promiscuity ended about a year ago.

Last October I found and fell in love with an adorable place on Church Street in West Chester called Mia Bella. The number (listed on the awning) was easy to remember, 610-696-HAIR. I dialed as I drove and had an appointment with Aubrey an hour later. Aubrey was super sweet and had amazing hair (always a good sign.) The quaint interior was warm and inviting and my cut was as fantastic as the price. Ever since I went to Mia Bella I've been in a monogamous hair relationship.

So about these fish eggs... well our company holiday party was approaching, so it was time for a hair touch up. A co-worker also needed a trim, so a dual appointment was made.

Armed with a bottle of blush wine from my Skittles road trip (as far as I'm concerned anywhere that doesn't serve alcohol is a BYOB) my co-worker and I sat, sipped, chatted and sipped. I, in my shower cap getting a toner, she with foil in her hair. Eventually, (big shocker) we were discussing food. In particular, Sushi.

This conversation included everyone in the salon. Both stylists and customers. It was determined that they all preferred the California roll to anything raw or "gross," like eel or say...fish eggs.

I hated to break the bad news to them. Here's how it went down...

Me: "You know how California rolls have that orange stuff on it?"

Stylist #1: "Yeah, isn't that paprika?"

Stylist #2: "Those are carrots right?"

Co-worker: "Yeah, they are little carrot shavings."

Me: Silently drinking my wine

Stylist #1: "The sushi in Guinardi's is definitely made with carrots."

Co-worker: "Yeah, my friend said it's carrots at Guinardi's"

Other customer: "Why, what do you think they are?"

Me: One more gulp of wine. "Fish eggs."

Stylist #1: "No way. Ewww gross."

Stylist #2: "I know they are carrots."

Other customer: "It's not a spice?"

Me: "I'm serious."

Co-worker: "Are you gonna blog about this?"

Me: "Yes, of course. If you all don't know what it is we have to help spread the word."

We wouldn't want people going around innocently eating "gross" stuff now would we. So here's the deal with those little orange fish eggs (aka Tobiko) on your sushi.

Tobiko (とびこ, in Japanese) is the Japanese word for the flying fish roe used to create certain types of sushi. One of the usual ingredients of California rolls is tobiko. The eggs are very small, orange to red in colour and have a mild salty taste. Sometimes, it is flavoured with wasabi, giving it a spicy flavour and a bright green colour.

The final dish: Food should only be classified as "gross" if it tastes bad or if it has expired.

Can We Talk?

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. It’s just that I’m just not sure if this is working. I mean, I love spending time with you lounging on the couch and listening to all of the amazing things you have to say. Watching you. It’s just that…. I don’t know.

I guess it’s that I don’t have the time. I was committed for the last three years but I just can’t do it anymore. I really, really like you but I just can’t keep giving so much for you. I rarely see you anymore and I’ve been too busy with other things. It’s just not working.

So I have to say goodbye… for now. Let’s just consider it a break, until I’m ready for something like this. I hope you understand. I know it’s cliché but it’s me, not you. Really.

Maybe I can still see you at a friend’s house if that would be ok with you. This isn’t easy for me, but I know it’s for the best.

I’ll miss you.




This is an excerpt from a conversation that took place in my head. It was a mental-chat I had with The Food Network.

After writing many checks to Comcast to access this channel only, I realized that I just couldn’t do it anymore. I love the channel dearly, I had to say goodbye. I rarely watch TV anymore I am not able to justify my cable bill for a few hours, here and there, of yummy television.

I will still have The Food Network website to comfort me. And yes, I will now be THAT girl when I come over. You know, flipping back and forth from what we are watching to catch a glimpse of food programs that you don’t want to watch in order to get my foodie-TV fix.

I apologize to my friends in advance... but you’ve enjoyed it when I’ve made you watch it with me before. Right?

Farewell Food Network.

The final dish: I’ll really miss you Iron Chef. I’ll miss you the most Ham on the Street. Maybe when and if I get a higher paying job we can finally be together …forever.

I Heart You

They say you find true love when you stop looking for it.

I sure wasn’t looking for it when I was slurping my soup during a crazy work day this afternoon. I was juggling the phone in one hand and a spoonful of yummy organic soup in the other. I was blowing on my spoonful as quietly as possible, in hopes the caller would be unaware that I (being oh so professional) was eating on the phone. And that’s when I saw it.

There was a little carrot in the shape of a heart staring up at me. And I knew right then and there… food really does love me too.

Final Dish: I already loved the fact that I was buying organic soup from the Natural and Organic section of the new Giant in town. But this Health Valley Organic Minestrone soup was even tastier when I realized it loved me back. Check out the Natural and Organic section for yourself and see if you find true love.

Giant Food Store
Bradford Plaza
698 Downingtown Pike
West Chester, PA 19380
Store Phone: 610-430-7150

I Need to Hold You!

I'm not sure if it's the dropping temperatures or if I'm officially addicted to caffeine, but something seems out of place if I don't have my fingers wrapped around a hot cup of something-or-other.

I dig any type of hot beverage. I have an intense tea collection and I brew a cup at least once a day. I also have at least one cup of coffee a day. And if a Crock Pot happens to present itself with a filling of hot apple cider and mulling spices I'll be sure to get a few ladle-fuls. I don't even need to say how I feel about hot chocolate... mmmm ... whipped cream.

Here is my problem... (aside from the fact that I constantly want to dunk sweet bits of cookie into whatever hot brew I'm drinking) is that I feel like a beverage Schitzo. I truly like it all, with or without milk, sugar, cream, decaf, regular, whatever.

Is this normal? I haven't encountered anyone else who seems to not have an extreme preference for what they drink. Mostly everyone I talk to knows exactly how they like it.

"Coffee, black."

"Tea, with sugar. Sometimes milk if it's available."

"I like how coffee smells but not how it tastes. So I drink tea."

"Cigarettes and coffee."

"Green tea, with Stevia." (a natural sweetener)

"Iced tea, I only ever get iced tea with lemon." My response: "Even when it's freezing outside?" "Yup, only iced tea."

So... I need your help! I will be collecting the info and doing something with it. Not sure what exactly but I have to see what the public drinks and why! Please post in the comments what you drink, if you are a male or female and anything you prefer it with. Frequency would be cool too. And by cool I really mean piping HOT!

Single White Female Seeks Sushi-Eating Male

This is a previous post that I pulled out because of the super cool video addition at the bottom for guys that are sushi levels 1 or 2. Check it out...

Is it wrong to not go out with a guy if he doesn’t eat sushi? Is that a fair judge of a person? Perhaps not, but recently single and new to the dating scene, I’ve learned that men’s food habits reveal an interesting insight to their personalities. I’ve started using the sushi test, which I’ve developed to speed up the process of discovering a man’s dating potential. The answer to “How do you feel about sushi?” can tell me more about a man than he realizes. The research is ongoing for this highly technical study, but in applying the sushi test to some recent dates my findings are as follows (Note: data does not apply to men with seafood allergies.):

Level 1: Wish They Were Fishing. Potentials who have never tried sushi because it looks disgusting or they would rather hook it on the end of a fishing rod. They likely have never traveled outside the United States, are self-described “meat and potato” types and most likely huge sports fans. Usually level ones are manly men, not overly interested in the world of cuisine, but they could blow your mind with their knowledge of cars, sports or a personal hobby.

Level 2: The Daily Grinder. Those who have tried it but do not care for it tend to have select but slightly more varied hobbies and friends, have a desire to travel (although some haven’t actually done so) and they enjoy daily routines. They usually drive the speed limit and are good with numbers. Men who are good with money have trouble eating something the size of a donut hole for the price of a happy meal.

Level 3: The Risk Taker. Those who have tried it but prefer the non-raw version or only eat it on occasion, their friend pool is both numerous and diverse, they are mostly passionate about life, adventurous and generally fun to be around. Most are responsibly spontaneous and humble. In 50% of case tests they hold the door for you. They are usually decent with kids and good with money, but will splurge.

Level 4: Have Sushi Will Travel. Those who love sushi raw and order it often are usually open to anything, well-traveled, have a diverse music collection, can be somewhat self absorbed and independent and prefer books to Maxim Magazine. They also get the door 100% of the time but don’t seem to call their mothers enough.

So, my study is likely highly inaccurate and full of limitations, but it’s a work in progress. Personally, I usually find I am most compatible with Level Threes, but am expanding my data and willing to give any level a fair shot. Although the research may not be spot on, there is some truth to human tendencies.

French author and food critic Anthelme Brillat- Savarin was onto something when he said “Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you who you are.” Granted he was probably not using sushi as a dating tool, but I will! So ladies, give it a shot, try the sushi test. And gentlemen, grab your chopsticks… or, your fishing rods, depending on, you know, your pallet.

Luckily West Chester is a great place to find places for any level.
Date tested and approved:

Level 1-2:
Hibachi of Downingtown
985 E Lancaster Ave
Downingtown, PA 19335-3328
(610) 518-2910

All You Can Eat Sushi Buffet: $19.99 gets you an incredible amount of food for those who are new to sushi and willing to try new things. You can try anything from maki rolls, hand rolls and sashimi from the sushi bar. In addition, you can have your fill of soups, salad seaweed salad, dumplings, tempura delights, various seafood selections including crab legs, perfectly fried calamari with an amazing sauce, shrimp, fresh fruit, dessert and more. Bring your appetite and adventure. Of course the regular Hibachi menu is available for the extreme level ones.

Date Drink Recommendations: The Flaming Volcano. The taste is close to a watered-down party punch, but the fact that it’s set aflame served in a two-layer bowl with 1.5-foot straws makes it worth it. It’s sure to get a reaction from the other restaurant goers and give you a much-needed buzz if your date is a bore. They also have a great selection of saki cocktails (Japanese rice wine) if the date is going well.

Level 2-3
Kooma Japanese Restaurant
151 West Gay Street
West Chester, PA 19380
610-430-8980

Safe place for all levels. Great maki, sushi and sashimi selections. Sashimi Appetizer plate $11.00 to give you a starter course in raw stuff. Great combination platters for date nights. Atmosphere is very cool and the music is always good. The downtown location is great to walk to other late-night haunts. Drink pick: Sweet 16 martini… rimmed with Tang for tasty flashback to Junior High.

Level 3-4
Teikokou
5492 West Chester Pike
Newtown Square
610-644-8270

A-Maz-ing! Perfect spot for level-four men who know how to order. Head Chef Aniwat Dadhanachai (Chay) and manager Tik Sakuna know what they are doing. I believe that it is the freshest and tastiest sushi selection I’ve seen in Chester County. The chef’s choice sashimi plate was so beautiful that I had to take a picture of it. The 15 choices of perfectly cut, colorful fish was layered artfully on a bowl of ice, as if it was at the fish market and garnished with greens. Each bite melts in your mouth. Be sure to try the unique Godzilla roll with shrimp tempura and BBQ eel topped with avocado, strawberry, honey, sweet soy and macadamia nuts. It’s almost in the middle of nowhere but worth the drive (if the date is a good one of course).

How Does Your Karma Taste?

“Did you just give her the family discount?”
“Yeah, she’s my neighbor. I’m trying to work on my karma.”
“Do you even know what karma is?”
“Yeah. It means she owes me one.”

And that would be a quote from one of my favorite movies; Me and You and Everyone We Know. The character in the movie is obviously a little misguided in the meaning of Karma, or the belief that "what goes around, comes around".

Although the line is amusing, sadly, it rings true. It seems that many people are afraid to do something simply because it is a nice thing to do. Instead they want to know "what's in it for them" before they go out of their way for someone else.

I have made it a personal goal to do something for someone else on a daily basis. These random acts of kindness have been greatly rewarding; for them and for me. It is an amazing feeling to do something that you know has made someone else's day without expecting anything in return.

Being the foodie that I am, I decided to be a little more specific in my karma-ing. So for the past few weeks I’ve been experimenting to see if I could produce some culinary karma. Here's what I've found.

I started, of course, with chocolate.

Dished out karma:

After hearing that a coworker’s husband kept eating all of her favorite dark chocolate, I left two dark chocolate bars on her desk. This was to be her personal stash that she could keep at work, far away from the grasp of her husband.

The delicious result:

Two weeks later she gave me some adorable little apples called Lady Apples. She knew that I pick through the apple crate at the farmer’s market to find the smallest or most deformed ones because I feel sorry for them. This little gift was thoughtful, super sweet and they were cute as a button… or as, well, a miniature apple. It's amazing what a little chocolate can do!

Dished out karma:

I have a total crush on these little Mexican wedding cookies at Sprazzo. They are buttery, pecan bites of goodness and they make me very happy. I have made it a goal to buy one for someone whenever I am in the store so they can taste happiness.

The unknown result:

I keep hoping my next paycheck envelope will be filled with thousands of these petite, scrumptious cookies. So far it hasn’t happened, but I know that I have helped put smiles on the faces of everyone who has tasted them.

Dished out karma:

At the all-you-can-eat Thanksgiving dinner I recently ate at with my mother and father (our family celebrated as a full unit on Saturday this year) I had a mousse-off with a woman at the dessert buffet.

My mom said she wanted the mousse and there was only one left that looked good enough to eat. I grabbed it out from under another woman who was looking at them. This was not very nice, but I had to get it for my mom.

The negative result:

The mousse wasn’t good at all. The only thing good about it was the chocolate and mint sticks that garnished it. The universe had punished me with a bad tasting mousse (I didn't think this was even possible) for snagging the dessert out from under another person... I just know it.

So these are just a few examples of food related karma-ings. I will continue to dish out some foodie channeled karma in the upcoming weeks and document what I can. I am sure I will never know the result of all the foodie goodness that is put out there but my hope is that it is passed on and on and on so, eventually, everyone will get a "taste."

The Final Dish: Keep the universe positively yummy and pass on the good karma to people in your life.

Lady Apples are available at Whole Foods
821 Lancaster Ave
Wayne, PA 19087
Phone: 610.688.9400
www.wholefoods.com

Mexican Wedding Cookies are available at Sprazzo
Sprazzo Cafe
27 N. High St.
West Chester, PA 19380
610.344.7435
www.sprazzocafe.com

A + Oh Holy Cheese and Doughnuts

Over my recent holiday weekend, my mother cracked open my childhood bedroom door and whispered "Breakfast is ready... come on down."

I sleepily walked down the stairs anticipating the usual when-I'm- at-home breakfast of creamed chipped beef, scrambled eggs, fruit salad and English muffins.

As I entered the kitchen I was surprised to see my parents and brother-in-law frantically writing on tablets and reading through children's resource books. Apparently, my seven year-old niece was playing teacher and had given everyone in the house a writing assignment. They were to read the books they were given and write a report on the topics in the book.

I assembled my breakfast on my plate and made myself comfortable at the kitchen table. I was given a book on How Things Are Made. I was lucky enough to find information on a few of my favorite foods.

As it turned out my niece is a tough grader. My brother-in-law failed, my father got a poor grade, I think my mom got an A and I got an A +.

Here is my report...

Oh Holy Cheese… and Doughnuts

Two things I enjoy most in this world are cheese and breakfast foods - in particular, Swiss cheese and doughnuts.

Both are fun to eat, come in many varieties and have holes in them! But the ways they get their holes are very different.

Swiss cheese can be served on sandwiches, cubed for parties, or cut into pie-like slices for any use (or for little mice). Any of these forms of Swiss cheese contain various sized holes.

The holes are formed by bubbles that appear when bacteria is mixed with milk. As this mixture ripens, it begins to ferment and creates bubbles. The air bubbles are the holes in Swiss cheese.

Doughnuts come in two main forms - cake doughnuts and yeast doughnuts. They also come in many flavors and varieties, like chocolate, vanilla crème, Boston crème and glazed. They are often decorated with colorful icing or sprinkles.

Cake doughnuts get their holes from a machine. The machine punches out holes in a flat piece of dough. The round cut-out is then placed in boiling oil. This oil bubbles around the dough until all the sides are crispy and golden brown. Without a hole, a doughnut would just be a small fried cake.

Both delicious foods are wonderful treats. The holes in both make them fun to eat. Even though the holes are made differently - one is natural, the other is man-made - I'm so glad they have them. Because Holy cow … things are fun to eat with holes!