Friday, December 06, 2002

God, chipotle.  It’s been too long.  It’s funny, I look at other people’s food blogs, and they’re always like, “hey, tonight I think I’ll throw together a goat cheese pesto pasta,” and I’m like all “Poser.  I don’t get the option of goat cheese, you over-privileged gaywads!”  And then I’m like, “nah, I’m just joshin’, man….”  Seriously, though.  I’ve gotten to this place where the words “throwing together” just sound almost obscenely luxurious.  And I find myself with these aching cravings for things like egg rolls.  And goat cheese.  And chipotle.  God. And that’s where Eric’s Spicy Thursday comes in.  This week, Hot and Smoky Shrimp Tacos.  Grr.  Argh. Also, I love watching Eric cook.  It’s so sexy, in this frantic, mad scientist kind of way.  He’ll be bent over the cookbook, intensely concentrated, and all of a sudden he’ll shoot up and yell, “Goddammit goddammit!” “What?” He just shakes his head in silent horror. “What?!!” In a small, defeated voice:  “I was supposed to get tomato puree.” “There’s some leftover diced tomatoes in the fridge, just run them through the cuisinart.” “Oh.” Then a few minutes later:  “Goddammit goddammit!” “What?” “Sour cream!” “Look on the door of the fridge.” “Oh.” “Goddammit goddammit” quickly becomes a sort of mantra – if you say it as soon as you notice the crisis, loudly and with passion, perhaps the crisis will go away. Don’t get me wrong – I am the “goddammit” queen, and I taught Eric everything he knows.  It’s just nice to watch someone else do it for a change. Eric seemed to think the recipe he was working with was too precious (“juice of 1 orange?  Can’t I just use more lime juice?”), and it was produced by the Santa Fe School of Cooking, so it probably was.  But whatever.  It turned out great.  We put the yummery spicy shrimp in soft corn tortillas with lettuce, sour cream, slices of avocado and salsa verde.  Good stuff.  The only problem was that we’re in New York, where you cannot obtain decent tortillas.  We should have made them ourselves, but we didn’t: sue us.  It was great anyway. And now, in the immortal words of Samuel Pepys: “Thence to the office, where nothing to do.” 7:51:27 AM    comment []