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September 29, 2006
Fall fever
There is something about the arrival of fall weather that stimulates the primal urges.
Food urges, that is.
I suddenly want to eat all the time, I'm digging out cookbooks 'cause I want to cook all the time, I have zero patience for crap food.
The oysters are back, Casamento's is open so I can walk a few blocks to get a dozen for an appetizer, a cup of oyster stew and a fried oyster dinner (trifecta!). The snowball stands are closing down one by one and running out of syrup so I have to try strange flavors like blackberry. I've given up on WWL in the afternoons and now Tom Fitzmorris is my only true radio friend.
I'm already planning my Thanksgiving menu.
Almost nothing could stand between me and the gorgonzola pasta at the Austin Whole Foods pasta bar, which I was addicted to this time last year and which I miss terribly. I have visions of mint chocolate chip ice cream. I need to find a decent katsudon in New Orleans because what I had in Austin is irreplaceable.
I need homemade popcorn with melted European butter on it and I need it now.
I'm all flushed, I feel faint. Maybe I'm pregnant.
Posted by ray at September 29, 2006 8:24 PM | Permalink
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Comments
I feel you. Damn, September's almost over and I still haven't gotten any damn oysters.
I like Tom too but -- it is possible to overdose.
Posted by: editor b at September 29, 2006 9:18 PM
Thanksgiving menu?
Hell, i'm hungry already and i don't even know what you're making. Save me a place at that table, brutha.
(oh, wait, i'll be eatin' poi for thanksgiving this year. Fuck. Save me leftovers)
Posted by: Elvis at September 30, 2006 1:30 AM
I'm adjusting my menu for cooler weather already.
I'm going to try lots of different squash dishes this year.
Can't do the "snot in a rock" things.
Posted by: Whirly at September 30, 2006 6:28 AM
So you fryin up a turkey this year?
I am not a big turducken fan. By the time the chicken's cooked, the turkey is overcooked. Me, I put a cornish game hen inside the chicken.
Now if I could just fry up one of those babies....
Posted by: ashley at September 30, 2006 9:30 PM
The wife does not eat that which flies or walks so I need to improvise. Probably gonna get me a couple of big-ass redfish and random crustaceans and see what I can invent.
But let me know when you're frying the bird and I might wander over for a little while.
Posted by: Ray at October 1, 2006 10:05 AM
Bring the redfish over, and you can use my turkey frying rig for blackening the redfish. It's the only household way to get temps hot enough to properly blacken without fumigating the house.
Posted by: ashley at October 1, 2006 3:24 PM
I'm in the same boat Ray: time for cool weather cooking. (Probably going to do our bird on a Weber.)
BTW- Betts makes homemade popcorn several times a week with Euro butters. You should talk to her about this. (I don't each much popcorn.)
Posted by: Gentilly Girl at October 1, 2006 3:51 PM
I had a bit of a cooking binge this weekend, with no one here to eat it (the youngest went to Oxford for the Ole Miss - UGA game). The rationalization was that he'd be hungry when he got home. What was I thinking. I'm stuffed.
Posted by: Sophmom at October 1, 2006 7:17 PM
Man, you people. I just started using my oven again, and you're already talking about Thanksgiving?
I've been really hungry lately too. Oh, wait, I'm always hungry. We've been eating meat loaf lately. I know that this might seem dull, but the way my husband makes it, meat loaf is the food of the gods. (Get your mind out of the gutter, people.)
Now, Karl Elvis, what could possibly be wrong with poi for Thanksgiving? Unless I misread you, and you wrote "pol," in which case I'd like to know which politician you plan to roast for the holidays.
Posted by: Mu Ling at October 2, 2006 8:22 AM
Fall to me means a roast with onions, garlic and potatoes in the oven all afternoon.
What a wonderful smell.
Oh, but a roast previously walked, so that wouldn't work for you.
Apple crisp too. Mmmm baking apples drenched in butter and cinnamon...yum.
Posted by: aag at October 2, 2006 9:56 AM
It's all about oyster dressing. Fried oysters. Oysters on the half shell. Broiled oysters. Oyster au gratin.......etc, etc,etc.
Oysters - all the time, anytime, anywhere.
Yum!
Posted by: TravelingMermaid at October 2, 2006 12:21 PM
Free oysters on Fridays at Bon Temps!
Posted by: ashley Morris at October 2, 2006 12:37 PM
Made the popcorn two nights ago.
Last night we did snapper and sauteed squash.
Tonight we do the Frostop orgy.
Free oysters? Sign me up. Seriously, how about an uptown blogger geek gathering? Name a time.
Posted by: Ray at October 2, 2006 4:53 PM
Meatloaf is one of my best productions. You don't want to know what's in it (lots of walking things). It's delicious. The Husband... always requested it on his birthday. I had stroganoff made from the weekend's roast last night (after baseball - gosh, I think I'm not supposed to eat dinner at 11:00).
Oysters au gratin? Good God. That sounds amazing. I'm starving.
Posted by: Sophmom at October 3, 2006 5:43 PM
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