There are National Days (for America) and International Days to celebrate. Sometimes, the National and International Days are one and the same. Sometimes the National Days exist only in America. Still other days are different depending upon the calendar used.
This year as part of our Cinco de Mayo, we had the most awesome Carne Asada Taco Bar. As usual, I had far more marinated meat than we could possible use for one meal, even with family. Rather than cook it all up and have a few pounds of leftovers to deal with, we froze half of the Carne Asada meat for another day.
Did you know that Snuffer’s Restaurant in Dallas Texas was the creator of Cheddar Cheese Fries way back in 1978? Theirs are hand-cut Idaho potato fries with layers of aged Wisconsin Cheddar Cheese. Made to order, these legendary fries come dressed with chives, bacon or spicy peppers. Since their début over 40 years ago, the concept of Cheddar Cheese Fries has sprung up everywhere. Even Taco Bell and McDonalds has gotten into the act.
What can I say – I was one of those strange kids that liked to play with my food – sculpting, molding, transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary. I remember watching Close Encounters and thinking yeah, give me some mashed potatoes . . .
When I was first diagnosed with Diabetes, I thought my life was over. I would be eating like a rabbit while preparing wonderful, flavorful meals for my guys. Cooking two meals and resenting every minute of it. Have you ever noticed that people seem to react to a diagnose one of two ways? The first reaction is complete denial or over reacting. For me it was denial, until I spent three days in the ICU. Then the pendulum swung the other way – insanity set in and all I ate was lettuce. Okay, lettuce with chicken that had been poached without any seasoning. Uck!