Oh how hard it’s been. To abstain from my dear jalapeño. Due to me cooking one too many meals outside of Bekah’s comfort zone, I surrendered the kitchen to her. It was a mutual agreement. She was tired of sweating, panting, and crying over a spicy plate. I was tired of hearing her cry and complain over a hot plate. I willingly passed the baton to her. For just one week.
It’s true that I have developed a taste for what most people can’t handle. My dad introduced me to hot sauce at a very young age. I think he found it funny watching me try and cool the burn with ice cubes. I’m sure it was a humorous sight. But ever since I almost require a little heat in my food. What was spicy then is a mere tingle now. I need more. And no I am not an addict. Capsaicin does not have addictive qualities whatsoever. My body is not physically dependent on heat. It just craves it.
Bekah says that not everything needs to be spicy. Why? What a silly thing to say! I think everyone that has that mind set is truly missing out. An otherwise marginal meal can be enhanced so greatly with a little green pepper. I am able to taste things other people can’t because they are unable to get around the heat. Why would I deprive myself? And it’s not an attempt at being macho. Anyone that knows me knows that I am not a “macho” man. I could care less. I just like my food to bite me back.
So to blog about Bekah’s food. Oh is she ever nervous that I’m going to paint a negative picture that she is a horrendous cook and a disaster in the kitchen. Lots of frowning about it. In truth, she is a really good cook. I think she just hates it.
Do most people dislike cooking? Am I the odd duck? Is the Earth flat? Why do they make scented toilet paper? Why does minute rice take 15 minutes to cook? Does Hawaii have interstate highways? What rhymes with orange? Who said Humpty Dumpty was an egg? What do blind people see in their dreams? What drugs is the Llama on today? And who listens to George Strait and why? I don’t know!
I’m going to rate these meals. 1 being bland as hell. 5 being anything but bland. I’m probably poking the bear with today’s blog and will be in for some trouble when Bekah reads it. Wish my dumb a** good luck.
No Jalapeño
Her first choice was baked salmon and steamed broccoli. Playing it safe. This one pretty much cooks itself. My taste buds were yearning for something with heat and this is about as far from spice as you can get. Not to say it wasn’t delicious. A very nice light meal with subtle beauty. Lemony delicious. But look at that picture. Boring? It sure is! At least it made up for that in flavor. I give this a 3.
Coconut lime chicken. After a rocky first outing I’m treated with some excellence. It doesn’t call for red pepper flakes. “Heaven forbid it be bland” she says. She sure did tell everyone that she works with that I called her food bland. I never said that. My words were twisted. I’m sure the next work function that I attend with her I will be getting dagger eyes from everyone. I wasn’t even aloud to try the sauce before it was done. I was told to stay out of the Kitchen. Anyway, this meal was exciting and I do want to have it again. I give this a 5.
Tonight was originally going to be crab cakes. Well that didn’t really pan out. Not all bread crumbs are the same, and the recipe called for Old Bay seasoning which somehow H.E.B. ran out of. Not happening. What a blunder. But oh boy did she salvage this disaster. She made her Bekah Burgers! Her Nana’s burger recipe but bunless. And she put habanero in mine with the intent on causing me harm because I gave her a hard time about the difference between Italian and panko bread crumbs. I had the runny nose that night. Although the picture is nothing to behold, this meal was a winner. I give this a 5.
The main event!!! The crab cakes!!! I’m no connoisseur of crab cakes but I’m pretty sure they are supposed to taste like this. Salad was a nice touch. Kind of wish she had thrown some of those leftover habanero into my cakes like she did with burgers the night before. The sauce she made was great. Don’t know what you would call it. I give this a 4.
And that concludes the Bekah blog. She got off easy with a 4 day week. We are off Fredericksburg.
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