Day 64 Never Before Seen Tanzanian Movie Fritters

At this very moment, there is a miracle taking place in my kitchen, the vegetable fritters are in the making and I am muy emocionado, that means I'm flipping ecstatic...I think. This recipe is a rework of the Tanzanian potato balls, I've never made veggie fritters before and I'm making up the ingredients, but I think they will be fabulous. The potato balls didn't work as well as they would have, if I had flattened them out and added something to firm them up, so I'm starting with potatoes again and adding fresh corn, onions, and zucchini, as well as corn meal, eggs, and a tiny bit of red curry and coconut. I was feeling a little unoriginal today, until I  returned to the bankrupt Border's store to find some more closeout swag and I found two Saveur cooking magazines for 50% off. One of the articles was about the world's most original chefs and I found myself daydreaming of a midlife career change from social worker to world famous food artist. So, I'm trying out the fritters, hoping that they live up to my lofty expectations of completely original recipe and career changing inspiration. They're also my movie snack food for later, as I'm going to see The Black Swan with friends....that's kind of original, I bet no one else will have movie fritters.
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Day 60 Hummus On The Mountaintop

Today, I had a work meeting in a What-a-burger restaurant, if you are not familiar with this classy establishment, let me educate you. What-a-burger has onion rings comparable to golden rings of sunlight and soda cups as big as a Chihuahua. Before the conversion, I used to enjoy such deliciousness as fried pumpkin pies, fried cherry pies, fried apple pies, big fat egg and cheese biscuits, potato, egg and cheese burritos, and of course french fries and hash-taters. It was a veritable smorgasbord of every food with a warning label, and smelled like the state fair, half of my left thigh and part of my chin came from What-a-burger. Back in the day, I would sit in the drive-through, which took on average 7-60 minutes longer than any other joint on earth, for my giant early morning soda. So, today I sat in this fine establishment, amidst the smell of grease and pie, quietly pondering how far I have come, it was so quiet, I could almost hear the arteries hardening around me. I comforted myself with an ice cold cup o' Culligan from the office water cooler and eventually reached a Zen state of oneness with what What-a-burger had to tell me. The fried pumpkin pies would always be here to smell, in fact sometimes when the wind shifts just right, I can almost catch a whiff from my office across the street, and that's OK. It's OK because What-a-burger is no longer the snack time king of greasy mind control tactics and their giant soda kegs are too big for the cup holders anyway. For lunch, I went back to my office and had a hummus and jalapeno sandwich, you can't get that kind of fiber from a greasy spoon burger dive. Here's to better habits and the drive through I call my kitchen.
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Day 27 A Tale of Two Taters

First of all, let me just say that, the cauliflower "potatoes" the other night did not work out as well as I had hoped. They were neither delicious nor amazing, no sort of miracle took place with the first bite, they were simply OK, even festooned with cheese and butter. I'm sure there are many more useful and fun ways to eat cauliflower, making it into something it's not is just unfair, both to the cauliflower and to the eater of the lie. Tonight, I am once again on a potato kick and am baking a big fat sweet potato, which I am going to cover with onions, sauteed mushrooms, and Cheddar cheese, a real po'tater! I am also on the hunt for a Russian Blue potato, I saw one on the Washington State Potato Commission website and am now on a one eyed mission to make fries with it. If I am unable to locate said blue potato, I wonder if the Potato commission will send me one to plant!?!
My challenge of the day, was an optical illusion of some sort, I went into what I believed to be a gas station, only to discover a Daylight Doughnuts. I calmly purchased a water, while being assaulted by the sight and smell of angelic flaky pastries, I watched doughnuts placed lovingly into boxes, surely headed for unworthy mouths and hips. Once again, I summoned my steel plated will and walked away pure and doughnut free.
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