Well, first post is under my belt, so it's off to the races.
One of the problems with being on Temporary Duty (TDY) for training is the lack of home cooking. Now, believe it or not, I've actually developed a fondness for cooking over the years. I look forward to the weekends as an opportunity to further hone my culinary skills. The best part is when my 5-year-old daughter helps. It's a great bonding opportunity. But I digress...
These culinary skills have, fortunately, improved over the years. I remember years ago having to call my mother to ask her how to boil an egg. I remember frying bacon for the first time in the appartment Jay and I shared in Columbia. Yes, the fire alarm went off. I learned that day that dropping a piece of bacon into a red-hot frying pan is not a good idea. I remember the time Jay and I cooked a turkey with all the trimings around Christmas of 1990. I realize then that it was possible to cook something yourself that didn't merely involve opening a can and heating the contents (or just eating it right from the can which I still do from time to time).
Last night, I parted from my ususal TDY fare of various assortments of fast foods to endeavor to cook for myself. "What was on the menu?" you ask. Fried potato pancakes, artichoke hearts, boiled squash with celery, and a big pile of saurkraut. A decidely German meal to remind me of home far away, yet rooted in the timeless Southern tradition of frying relatively healthy items until all nutrition is removed. As a friend of mine once said, "Frying is the best way to cook. You can fry a piece of crap and it would taste good."
It was, indeed, a meal fit for a king.