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Mmmm... Hollandaise.
May 12, 2009 8:52 AM
friend once remarked that, judging by the blog, my relationship with chelsadilla consists almost entirely of me cooking ridiculous meals for her and us eating them. I told him that wasn't exactly true. Today, I realized that I hadn't blogged about any cooking exploits for a while, so I figured I'd revive that trend.
Given that I have absolutely no court scheduled today for the first time in recent memory, I decided to cook up a little bit of an amazing breakfast. While chelsadilla was still asleep, I started frying some D&G bacon (from the farmers' market), slicing potatoes and tomatoes (also from the farmers' market), and boiling some water (not from the farmers' market--that fancy organic water is expensive).
My idea was to do a slightly different eggs Benedict. I whipped up some hollandaise (I'm pretty sure I'm spelling that correctly, but my spellchecker doesn't seem to recognize it), cooked up the bacon, and threw the potatoes (along with some olive oil and rosemary-infused sea salt) into a frying pan. When the bacon was done, I drained off most of the grease, sprinkled some of the sea salt onto thick slices of tomato, and put them, salt side down, in the grease. I started poaching some eggs and toasting the muffins, too.
Then I built up the dish: muffin, bacon, tomato, egg, and gobs of hollandaise. The potatoes were a side dish, but I added some hollandaise to them, too. That shit is tasty.
Then I fucking set the table and put a can of Coke Zero near one of the place settings. Then I woke up chelsadilla, and she seemed pleased with my work. Now she's doing the dishes.
I like how that works.


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Building a relationship around something as awesome as food is, well, awesome. Especially if one of you can cook and the other doesn't mind doing dishes.
The last meal I had that wasn't prepared by Ismael or cereal or restaurant food was soybeans and yogurt. I think it's a fair trade-off :)
Mmmmmm. That sounds amazing, especially the grilled tomatoes. And I wish MY boyfriend did the dishes when I cook for him...oh, well.