my brother eats crap
poor kenny. he eats terribly--though his habits are unquestionably less worse than roomie brian's--but more on that some other time.
but he is family, and that is why i am more concerned, and frustrated.
it is obvious i love to cook, and i am very daring in my food expeditions. do you remember cuy chactado?
but when the father refuses to eat gamey meat, and the brother gamey poultry and most anything that swims, my repertoire when cooking for the family is sadly diminished to the american supermarket staples of chicken (white meat only), pork (the other white meat), meat (not white meat).
back to my brother.
he scorns the breakfast tradition, and being a typical college kid who has not adopted the meal plan, he regularly eats out.
you can see the glee in his eyes as he relates that his apartment is right across the street from s'mac. wait, did you hear me? i live right near s'mac!
and then he'll tell you again and again...
he spent the past 4 months in prague, eating the czech way, which is apparently, meat, potatoes, and cheese--wait that sounds like america, or britain!
oh yeah, and dumplings and sausage.
forget suggesting a green vegetable, because apparently they laugh at you. the closest thing they come to leafy green is caesar salad.
but i guess i have to give him some credit--he did end up losing 25 pounds on the czech diet (oh i forgot about the beer.....bottles and bottles of beer), and he does work out very regularly. but still!
sometimes i throw caution to the wind and ignore my brother's non-preference for swimmy things.
yesterday, for example, i was riding on a high from learning that jamie oliver was coming back to US TV ::happy shiver:: and perusing his online recipes for something that would work with the stuffs at the corners of the fridge (still fresh, i promise). and the fresh fettuccine was just begging to be coddled with a pair of tongs and some sauce.
this taglierini recipe with shrimp and tomatoes just sounded so good....so, a rash decision i made, and resolved to cook it for dinner, knowing full well brother would be at the table.
i did have a n extended moment of panic when my mother was distracted by a phone call and had not set the table so it would be ready when the pasta was done--that would spoil my plan of perfectly cooked shrimp, and then of course, my brother would be guaranteed not like it at all, but thankfully the overdone-ness didn't happen.
in fact! victory! no sniffs no protestations! only gulps and gurgles of satisfaction and mumblings of "yummy" and "vic, you did good". and from my brother, shrimping, that is by far one point for tori lo.
thanks, jamie. i'm so glad you're coming back!!!!