I can't even talk about food around Cranky without him suddenly craving whatever I just described.
There is very little hypothetical food chat at our house, because if something sounds good, Cranky is out the door, buying ingredients.
And since I cruise the blogs, that often means we're replicating one another's menus.
I'm guilty of it myself.
I went to Bristol, England, for yesterday's lunch. I happened to be reading Sam's mum's blog, Ms Cellania, in which she blogged about and photographed a great dish of champ, the humble Irish meal of potatoes, leeks and "lashings of melted butter" (to borrow Sam's mum's memorable phrase).
I loved her rough-hewn approach: no need to mindlessly beat the potatoes into velvety smoothness (I like lumpy mashed potatoes).
Utter simplicity. Comforting. Delicious.