When Knitting Was a Manly Art

First off… Still alive. Little sweater still not complete, but I’m working on it — Slowly —

Life is slowly turning around. I had two days off this past week and it looks like I’ll get two days off next week. We’ve picked up a couple of new people, including a guy with a printed resume and a recommendation from one of the big name pizza joints, but the owner is still pushing hours on me and we’ve managed to make more money on Thursday and Friday dinner than was brought in all day for the first part of the week.

I’ve been spending long hours in the restaurant kitchen lately and it seems that every time I turn around, there’s something foodie to relate to.

One of the gals I work with is married to an Hispanic gentleman and we talk about Mexican/Hispanic food from time to time. A little place in my closest city serves Mexican food and is consistently frequented by Hispanics. Along with the usual burritos and tacos, they serve the less usual. Like Tripa (Tripe) Burritos and Lengua (Tongue) Burritos. I’ve tried the Lengua and it’s quite good and next time I’ll get the Tripa. Jessica mentioned eating Pupusa when she was in Los Angeles and said she hadn’t had a decent one in a long time. This afternoon I discovered a little food cart in Portland selling made-to-order Pupusa and it was delicious. Hand made, grilled in front of me with homemade fresh salsa, a very nice cabbage salad, homemade tomato sauce and sour cream for $4.00. A delicious, filling lunch for less than McDonald’s. How can you beat that

In the mean time, I’ve been reading Anthony Bourdain’s Nasty Bits. While I don’t cook at any where the level that Tony does, his books do speak to me. Michael Ruhlman is my favorite overall food author, but the down and dirty of Tony Bourdain hits more chords for day to day work.

If things continue they way they seem to be going, I should be back to *somewhat regular* posting from here on out.

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