I’m not a “foodie” by any means. But I do appreciate beautifully prepared and presented food. And I love shows like Top Chef and Ace of Cakes…and of course, Iron Chef America. Please Note: I am very impressed by men who are great cooks.
However, since I don’t drink milk or eat eggs, and when you say “seafood” I hear “cockroaches from the ocean floor,” I qualify as a “picky eater.”
Okay, I’m exaggerating just a bit. I don’t drink milk — I hate the taste — but I use it to cook with. I put heavy cream in my coffee. I eat eggs if they’re hidden in something like cupcake batter. But fried? Ew, no thanks. Deviled eggs? I have to leave the
room. (How can you stand to eat something that smells like old man fart?) And I associate the smell of fish or sushi with the 30-gallon aquarium I kept for years. Sorry, sushi fans.
Born and raised in the Midwest, I’m partial to good old-fashioned American comfort food. However, I also like Italian, Chinese and Mexican. And if I go more than a day without fresh vegetables or a huge salad, I get cravings for them.
Eventually I’ll post my favorite recipes on this page, but for now, you’ll have to settle for a list:
I’d love to appreciate wine, but my palate is very uneducated. Perhaps my Soulmate will teach me. I don’t much go for beer, though. I’m more into hard cider. Mmmm, Woodpecker!