There's a fun spate of culinary confessions making the rounds. It began with David Lebovitz, I believe, and has been spinning out from there.
I thought it was embarassing enough having to post a picture of my pile of unwashed dishes (though I'm getting a little better with the dishwasher — it's just that I've lived without one for so long, I'm out of practice).
But it's been a hoot to learn that careful cooks are full of foibles. Such as "I wash mushrooms." (Lebovitz) "I don't taste things I prepare before I serve them." (Comfort Food) "I have Velveeta in my pantry." ( Sweetnicks ) And others.
I don't feel terribly confessional, but give me another glass of confession juice (confession: Two Buck Chuck) and I'll see what I can come up with. OK:
1) Some of my dried herbs are really, really old.
2) I buy salsa at Big Lots for about half a dollar (or less) a bottle.
3) One year at Thanksgiving, I couldn't find the turkey baster. Because it was still sitting on the kitchen counter, unwashed, from the year before. Behind a stack of, oh god, I don't even remember.
4) Spam. I don't know what to do with it or why I have it, but there it is. Two cans: turkey and, uh, "real"?
5) We eat most of our dinners in front of the TV. Not even on an actual dining room table.
6) I cooked a bitter melon once, but threw it away after one bite. (Well, so would you.)
7) I have a really hard time with basil.
8) Sometimes I get jittery at the farmers' market. Too many pushy yuppies, and I can't decide what to buy.
9) I've never tasted chervil.
10) For lunch yesterday, I had half a can of cold Rosarita refried beans, straight from the fridge, straight from the can, with a big sploosh of Big Lots salsa.
11) I'm a little nutty about those twisty white threads in a raw egg. I'll spend ten minutes trying to remove them before I cook the egg.
12) I've only used my KitchenAid mixer two times.
13) I will drive thousands of miles for a meal. My honeymoon was food-themed, and ran across the entire continent.
14) (I'm going to bury this one deep inside, in case anyone's actually reading.) I'm more into the Idea of food than the Eating of food. In other words, I can compose a meal like the deaf Beethoven could compose a score, and I don't actually have to "hear" it. I know what it sounds like. Besides, sometimes I'm just not hungry. But I like thinking about food.