I Could Eat

Hazelnut Chocolate Ganache with Sea Salt?

Made it.

Successfully.

Yes, we had a little mishap and had to remake the crust after I took the original one out of the oven and set on the burner my boyfriend mistakenly left on after he so sweetly made breakfast. When we came back 45 minutes later, the crust was a crumbly black mess. But we remade, and it came out splendidly.

A little adventure never hurt anyone’s appetite, and when you have a cake like this feast on, everything is as right as rain. Happy Valentines.

Seriously, I feel like I don’t even deserve to blog about food. That’s how obvious the idea is.

My bf and I were making some delicious sandwiches, BLTs to be exact, and it came time to decide on condiments. I turned to him and asked, “Mayo or Ranch?” with corresponding bottles in hand. He paused, maybe for half a second, and asked the simplest, yet most brilliant question ever uttered in my kitchen, “Why not both?”

My head almost exploded.

So that’s what we did. Because both ingredients are in the “Super-Awesome” category, we decided to separate them as much as possible in the sandwich. Here is a little breakdown, in case you feel like recreating the masterpiece:

Toasted Italian Bread
Mayo (a healthy dollop, but don’t go overboard)
Munster Cheese (creates a much needed mayo barrier)
Bacon (fits easily on top of the level cheese slices)
Lettuce (Romain if possible, cut to size)
Tomato chunk
Ranch (next to the tomato, giving the sandwich a slight semblance to salad)
Other Piece of Bread (this is a sandwich, isn’t it…)

Ta Da! When I tasted it, my head really did explode. The combo is fantastic, so complex and delicious.

Now go forth and enjoy your own. I dare you. 

Eating is probably my favorite hobby. Minus the probably.

Honestly. Some people like riding fixed gear bikes or writing death poems. Others people like going to the mall and getting their eyebrows threaded. Some collect interesting objects (salt and pepper shakers, for example), play the banjo, or dissect the world piece by piece on the internet.

I like to eat things.

I do other stuff too… like read about things to eat, or go to grocery stores and restaurants. Or make lists of “Things that are Delicious.” If I’m feeling particularly ambitious, I browbeat unsuspecting coworkers into trying things on said lists of deliciousness.

I’ve explained it list this before: basically, when I wake up in the morning the thing I use to motivate myself to get out of bed is food. I make a beeline to the kitchen, put on the tea water and begin the day as deliciously as my wallet and diet will allow. When I finish a meal I am completely full and satisfied, but often find myself secretly calculating when it will be socially acceptable for me to begin expressing anticipation for the next one.

A real world example, shared to bring validity to my claim, is a dinner I shared with my friend Sarah. I had come home from class and made a turkey panini with Sweet Baby Ray’s and Terra Potato Chips, devoured  it, and was getting ready to be productive (probably by playing video games) when she called wanting to go to Penn Station. “Are you hungry?” she asked. Having just finished a full sized meal, I was not, but to me the entire question was a little irrelevant to begin with. So I answered her as completely and honestly as possible, and said sincerely,

“I could eat”