Thursday, April 2, 2009

Food, Glorious Food (dedicated to Aunt Irma Huchthausen)

I was looking at photographs of Zimbabwean refugees in South Africa and dreaming of 5 star hotels, World Bank Lunch style...


My last night in DC, Nzingha made this amazing meal:


And this was my parting home meal from one of my favorite World Bankers, Johannes...


In Brooklyn, I made pasties for the first time, for my G's...




After some amazing meals in Germany etc (meals to be addressed in another post), it came time for Wisco chow...


Well, I guess it was a lot of feeding kids and watching kids eat...


But there was some good stuff in there for me too, like this breakfast from my brother in law, featuring his very own venison sausage...


And my birthday cake! With all the fabulous cakes in the world, nothing makes me happier than a Dairy Queen cake...


Except maybe this little number I picked up in Northern Indiana while visiting Eve & Jim. Damn damn damn. We devoured this, in thirds. Maybe as delicious as the moon pie scored the previous day (from the Cultural Center Café, something I dream of when I am far...):


Northern Indiana also offered an amazingly delicious meal ala Jim and Eve. This picture doesn't even show the pork tenderloin. Preceding dinner, we had a very arousing discussion of meats...


I was delighted by this chip bag design. Isn't it nice?


And then San Diego. I'd been told tales of James' kitchen skillz, but I had no idea...

1st night- Black Cod Wasabi


3rd night- Yellow tail cheek & Tuna and salmon sashimi and Salmon skin, etc. 



No photo can capture what an extraordinary sight this meal was. Not meatloaf and mashed potatoes awe, colorful complex tasty layers of yum...

Then, more watching kids eat- Micah now:


And then, as if it could not get better, Bassemah's mom's fried chicken:


Lucas came from the OC craving BBQ, so we went to the place that the interweb said was the best BBQ in San Diego, House of Barbeque.


For San Diego's sake, I hope that is not the best BBQ in San Diego.

The next day, we drove all around North Park searching for Roberto's #10, which I could not find to save my life. So we settled on Rigoberto's.


It was fine, not great. I have been trying to eat as many fish tacos as possible while I am here. Roberto's #10 are much better...

That night, Lucas wished for some good old-fashioned meatloaf and mashed potatoes so we wouldn't have to go to bad San Diego gay bars or crappy BBQ. I provided, with a bit of embellishment ala ground turkey and my childhood Betty Crocker cookbook from which I used to create meatloaf pie ala mode.


The next night, for a belated birthday meal treat, Bassemah took me to Albie's All Beef. I could not imagine how perfectly full this experience would be...
Clearly, we were hungry.:


And I was mesmerized by everything around me.


Bassemah indulged me with my dream appetizer...


carefully sliced.


And I wasn't sure which I wanted more, her chicken parmesan...


or my bacon wrapped tenderloin.


Duh! Ha!

Wow. This was all topped off with the lounge band and everyone in the restaurant singing "Happy Birthday, Dear KJ."


...what a night... It's a long way from the World Bank.


2 comments:

Majnuneh said...

What did Johannes make? It looks amazing

Minister of Booty said...

It was salmon with some incredible topping he invented involving shallots... yum...