Cheesy?

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I've gotta tell you, when a woman laughs at your jokes a little too much, it sure seems cheesy. Oh, fine, in a bar it's great. Everyone is fat, happy, and stupid there anyway. Which is probably why I don't go there anymore. Something akin to the Camelot in Monty Python movies? Yeah, probably.

Anyway, I have always found women who laugh at everything you say as silly. I used to think it was due to drink. But when it happens at a grocery store? Oh, she was pretty enough. Couldn't have been much more than 23 or 24 either. What was she doing laughing at my jokes? I tested by tossing out a couple that were blatantly foolish. Nope, she still chuckled. Maybe I am being too harsh? Is this a natural reaction to a guy they like, hate, fear, see as authoritative, or... something?

Anyway, I did get some groceries bought. On the downside, I am out of freezer space. I went with pot pies, as a filler food. I even bought a dinky apple and cherry pie, just to sample. Curiosity got the best of me. Of course I bought some nice salami cuts, various cheeses, sour cream and whipping cream, and ricotta cheese. I have never tried ricotta, though I am guessing it is similar to a pseudo-pureed cottage cheese? I have had it in lasagna, just never by itself. I want to try it in the beans and ham, maybe with the cold cuts and cheese too. Just to get familiar with it.

Oh, I did buy a little more than the recommended amount of bleach for storage. It is the first item officially ready to go and put in my downstairs pantry. I need to get a permanent marker, or find mine and see if it (or they) still work, to put dates on things. My goal is to replace many things in a year, including bleach but minus long term food storage items. I'll just look through stuff occasionally, and if it is a year old, put it on a grocery list, buy it, and trade places with the "old" long term storage item. I would like to add foods into a rotation, say keeping some flower and some wheat berries on hand, but turnover isn't quite as time sensitive (other than opened containers, which is why I think #10 cans are best for me, at this time).

If you want to become a chef, to be honest, don't go to chef school (first). Go out and eat everything you can get you hands on, of various "qualities", in various forms, mixed, matched, cooked, raw, and in between. Sample what spices do, mix and match, and create flavor profiles of your own. And don't stop with what you like. Try to learn how to create flavors other people like, maybe especially if you don't like the taste. Just so you know what is right and wrong about a particular dish and can tell if it is "right", even thought you despise the profile. No, I will never be a chef. But I would like to be as close to a home chef as is possible. My lady friend often liked things I despised, to her I owe a great debt (if I didn't, at first, understand or appreciate). I learned to make things she adored and I hated as well as learning to make things we both liked. Almost all my dishes were hand made, start to stop, too. But I also learned that, to be a real chef, you need to shop pretty much daily, you need a prep chef (or two), and someone to wash and keep on top of that, and you need some cooking devices that are outside of the financial capacity of two middle incomes unless both were extremist foodies. Think blast chiller, salamander, and the rest. Well, and a home which has been refitted to handle the heat and energy requirements of that equipment, and given the space for easy access and use of several of those at a time. *laughs* Hey, I thought about trying to figure it out at one time.

I am not sure I will get to much tonight. I would love to, but there is nothing left to give. Who knows though, as time passes, perhaps something will trigger something which will start the ball rolling. Once it gets rolling, it works. Until then, well, you have here what I have had for the weeks before yesterday. If nothing else, the big picture ball is on the move. I am getting closer to having things done. I am well ahead of where I was yesterday.

Later or good night.