Damn you, sinosoul!
I know how it happened. I saw it coming, but I still didn’t stop it. Writing about my meals was my lazy out, because every day it’s guaranteed that I eat. It’s a readily available source of material. I sleep every day too but not many people would stick around to read this blog if it were pictures of me sleeping taken from my tripod setup on a timer. Or would they? Nope.
So why the desire to avoid being called a food blogger? It just seems so elitist. I’ve heard it put best with the saying, “Opinions are like assholes. Everyone’s got one and no one thinks their’s stinks.” When it comes to tastes in food, everyone’s entitled to his opinions, but every time you give a thumbs up or down to a meal, you’re going to have someone that disagrees. I applaud those food bloggers out there willing to put an opinion down and stick with it, but who am I to say that that you cannot find as much enjoyment in fast food as I do in a “gourmet meal” at a 5-star restaurant? I don’t need more conflict in my life! I’m getting married. I already have plenty already .
So now that that’s said, there’s nothing left to do but talk about food.
During my battle with the flu Michelle picked up Chego for us. I’ve written about Chego before being too flavorful, and if you look at this dish it was really no different. You can see how much oil is in this dish. Having my taste buds numbed by illness made this meal quite enjoyable.
Thursday I took a walk to Choppe Choppe (a nod to another food blogger I know) down the street to grab a sandwich and some soup for my weary body. I can’t tell you what it is is that I love about the combination of wild mushrooms and brie. Perhaps if I do more food blogging I will be able to tell you but all I can tell you is that I love it.
The sandwich was BBQ pulled pork sandwich. The bread was too tough for my tastes. Meat was cooked nicely and the BBQ sauce was delicious, both spicy and sweet, but the slaw topping seemed to do more to mask the other flavors than anything else.
Judgements will not be cast when it comes to food. I’ll save them for musical tastes. Don’t get me started there. Your favorite band sucks.