Showing posts with label cook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cook. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

How do you wrap a wrap?

My question is asked with utter humility. Whenever I try to assemble a wrap, the filling falls out.

Last night, for instance. Boo and I made a filling for flour tortilla wraps. It was sort of lumpy.


*recipe*

Squash and cucumber turkey wraps


Have on hand:
Flour tortillas (enough for your diners)
Fresh leaves of spinach

Mix together chopped:
cucumber
yellow squash
hickory-smoked turkey breast (precooked)

Season with:
mustard
mayonnaise
Italian salad dressing

Assembly:

We placed each flour tortilla wrapper on a plate and lined it with a layer of fresh spinach leaves, Topped the spinach leaves with the mixture described above. Okay . . .

Now the hard part: rolling up the wraps. They just don't hold together. At all. The mixture falls out both ends and it is hard to figure out how to hold the wrap with my hands so it has some stability. Anyone have any suggestions?

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Review:

Besides the structural defects, the wraps taste pretty good.



Rating: 4 forks for flavor
3 forks for presentation (because it looked funny)
3 forks for entertainment factor while eating

Sunday, June 8, 2008

How I Learned to Cook

I have never been much interested in food, viewing it as the means to survival and not worthy of much serious thought.

When I arrived in Germany as a University Studentin for a year, my cooking repertoire was scrambled eggs and popcorn. The night I arrived in the University town and moved into my lodgings, my landlady took pity on me and drove me to the grocery store. There I exchanged some dollars and bought some food I thought I might need-- as well as some processed food items that looked interesting, but were complete unknowns.

When the Muenster church bell tolled 6 a.m.the next morning, I walked past the cemetery, through a neighborhood full of backyard gardens to the trolley stop. The trolley took me into the center of the city and the the Marktplatz Farmers' Market outside the Muenster. The friendly vendors spoke a German dialect I hadn't learned in college! But I did buy some produce: tomatoes and green beans (vegetables whose German names I could recognize).

I hauled my small purchases back to my apartment and viewed the entire assortment. Now, with these miscellaneous strange and foreign ingredients, what could I make to eat? I was really hungry, so decided to start with something easy. Soup. I filled the small saucepan half-full of water and started it boiling on my single-burner electric hotplate. I added a couple chopped tomatoes and some snapped green beans. I had never made soup before, so there was a sort of delight about the endeavor. The tomatoes cooked until they disintegrated, the skin peeling itself off into the water. It turned a satisfying and reassuring orangey-red. The green beans floated disconcertingly on the surface. When I thought it might be done, I ate the soup. Not bad! Rather plain and thin.

The question remains: was it a tomato soup or a vegetable soup?