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Food is Love (Happy Valentine's Day!)

This week, my husband Black Man Not Blogging (BMNB) brought me close, held me tight, looked deeply into my eyes, and, with profound sincerity, thanked me for all the home-cooked meals I've made during the last week and a half.

For BMNB, food is love.

Mind you, I don't get this.  Never have, never will.  I love food, and I like to eat well -- fresh ingredients, good flavors, and moderately healthy.  I cook not necessarily because I love cooking, but because I like to eat good, affordable, moderately healthy food.

For BMNB, it's a whole 'nother story.  For him, a home-cooked meal is an act of love, no less than a hug or a kiss.  He loves food but hates to cook.  (I don't get that, either.)  He equates the act of feeding someone well with caring for them, and caring for them with loving them.

I don't know if this transitive equation really works, but I do know that after a week and a half of Chilaquiles Casserole, Jambalaya (made the old school way -- took me about 8 hours), Chicken Chili from scratch, Baked Sweet Potato Fries, Spanish Torta, Blueberry Buttermilk Pancakes (from scratch -- I hate boxed pancake mixes), Lemon Chicken, Dijon Mustard and Maple Syrup Grilled Salmon, Caramelized Cauliflower with Parsley/Capers/Raisin dressing, Sauteed Spinach, BBQ Pork Loin Marinated in Tequila and Coriander, Candied Carrots and homemade Sparkling Limeade, BMNB is a happy man.

So ladies, you don't have to throw out your back riding the stripper pole trying to please a man.  Just start with a home-cooked meal.  And if you can read, you can cook -- most of those recipes came from cookbooks.  My recent fave cookbooks are Lucinda Scala Quinn's "Mad Hungry:  Feeding Men and Boys" and Katie Brown's "Katie Brown Entertains," and my favorite old-school cookbooks include Julee Rosso and Sheila Lukins' "Silver Palate Cookbook" and any Frugal Gourmet Cookbook.

Ladies, take off that too-tight corset, put down your copy of "50 Shades of Grey" and your whip, and pick up a cookbook and a spatula.  It's that easy to please a man.  Really.

Happy Valentine's Day!

P.S.  The Dijon Mustard and Maple Syrup Grilled Salmon is easy -- take two salmon fillets, marinate them in a marinade of equal parts dijon mustard and pure maple syrup -- not pancake syrup-- (about a quarter or a half cup of each) for at least an hour in the fridge, grill on a George Foreman grill with a sprinkling of salt and pepper 3-5 minutes or until done.  Easy peasy!


Sylvia said…
Love this. =) My man loves home cooked meals as well, and the other day I heard myself telling my 21 yo daughter that there are 2 ways to a man's heart, and food is the most important way. LOL. She has become so domestic lately. My favorite part of this post, however, is the mention of the "Silver Palate Cookbook." I've had mine for over 20 years, and I gave it away as a gift to everyone on my list many moons ago. You're a woman after my own heart!! =)

~Sylvia (WWNB =D)
Thanks, Sylvia! That Silver Palate Cookbook is still the bomb! I make the Lemon Chicken recipe regularly, and their Chicken Apple Sausage Stuffing is my standby stuffing recipe for Thanksgiving! I still have mad love for the Silver Palate Girls, and may Sheila Lukins rest in peace knowing she's still feeding people tasty, quality food.
Sylvia said…
I love that Lemon Chicken, and the Raspberry Chicken as well. The "Our Favorite Vinaigrette" recipe on p. 147is the only kind I ever make. I will have to try the stuffing recipe, since I'm a Stove Top girl. I had never heard of Creme Fraiche before I got that cookbook.
I agree, RIP, Sheila! Sadly I didn't even know she had passed away.

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