O.K., which of you stuffed my ears with marshmallows and forced me to swallow a cheese grater? I know one of you is the culprit because there’s no other explanation for why I feel this way.
Unless I’m sick. But we don’t want to consider that possibility. Sickness is not an option when you have a million things to do while accompanied by an overactive toddler intent on performing a new death-defying stunt every 45 seconds (e.g., somersault off fireplace onto end table followed by double layout onto couch).
Today is Pancake Tuesday (a.k.a. Fat Tuesday/Shrove Tuesday/Mardi Gras). I’m not exactly a religious person and I certainly don’t give up anything for Lent. I do, however, adore an excuse to eat pancakes.
It had to be done. I fixed a firm expression on my face and told my husband the news, “We’re not having stir fries anymore.”
Only Girl in the World pounds out as we cruise down the suburban avenue. I’m excited and I know why. I wonder if little J is excited for the same reason. Unlikely. His giddiness is probably due to the passing of a stop sign, one of his favorite items to identify as we drive along. A two year old just doesn’t get pumped up about one’s first organic produce box the way his food-loving mother does.
I’ve been making this Hot Chocolate Cake for years but only recently noticed the ambiguous title. Then, I also noticed that all possible meanings are borne out. How fun!
The title can be interpreted as Candied-Ginger Pudding since the pudding’s flavor is achieved by steeping candied ginger in milk.
The title can also be interpreted as Candied Ginger-Pudding since each individual serving of pudding is topped with a candy crust.
But who really cares about the title? It’s the taste you want to know about.
I squinted down at the bowlful of white glop in front of me then up at the waitress. I asked, “Where’s the cheese?”
“The cheese! The cheese! How can you have baked potato soup without cheese?”
She looked at me like I was nuts. “We don’t put cheese on our baked potatoes so why would we put it on our baked potato soup?”
Introducing the next Cook the Story series:
LINGUISTICALLY AMBIGUOUS FOODS
Time for a Linguistics lesson! (Don’t worry. I’ll make it brief.)
Linguists get a bit excited when they’re around ambiguity. If you’ve ever taken a course in Linguistics, raise your hand if you’ve heard too much about the word “unlockable” or if you’ve drawn two sentence structure diagrams for “The boy saw the girl with the binoculars.”
I just saw a Subway billboard that read, “A great sub ahead of time! Now open at 7am.” I wondered, “Who wants a sub at 7am???”
Then I remembered the first Saturday I waited tables at my parents’ Falcon Lake Deli. They wanted me there at 9am. I didn’t have a clue why they needed a waitress in the morning when they didn’t even serve breakfast. Read the rest of this entry »