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Who and what I spend time watching is important. I don't watch much television but when I do you can bet Bravo's Top Chef is in the mix. This is probably my favorite show.
Interesting and entertaining I also learn some tricks I use in my own kitchen. I'm certainly no Top Chef but if they had a regular person version of Chopped I might make the cut. I'm pretty good at seeing whats in the pantry and refrigerator then creating a dish.
Now what you need is to have this properly stocked with basics. Things that when company shows up, or church calls and needs a meal for someone, you can riffle through and make something great.
Don't know what the basics are? Well I always have meat and veggies in the freezer. Usually I have homemade stock from boiling down the leftovers of a rotisserie chicken. Some canned tomatoes in the on the shelf along with soups and pasta or rice. Eggs, flour, kosher salt and assorted spices. My favorite is Montreal Steak Seasoning. Aromatics like onion, carrots, garlic, celery, and bell peppers. In my window I have herbs in pots. parsley, basil, rosemary, oregano.
One pot meals are my favorite. I love building flavors.
What does all this have to do with the fellers in the window above. I was thinking about my character Aden House when I watched Top Chef last week. Any of these handsome men could be the character. Aden is a celebrity chef and restaurateur like these guys. Who wouldn't want to have any of them serve you a meal.
“Easy, you’re going to be okay.” A soft voice eased through the chaos around him. The owner of the voice grabbed his arms and held them in a firm but gentle grip. “I’m right here with you. You are not alone.” “Can hardly m-move.” His voice slurred. “C-can’t see anything.” “You’ve been in an accident. I’m an EMT with the ambulance squad,” the velvety voice calmly explained. “You can’t see well because we’re under a tarp. Hold still, okay?” “‘K.” A small light flickered at the edge of his vision. It shone into a bag next to him. Penlight. “You’re restrained to a board. It’s to keep your head from moving and causing more injury.” She continued to talk to him. The voice reached down somewhere inside him, calming and peaceful, so he focused on it. A glow from spotlights on the outside lit whatever covered them. The shadow gave the woman the appearance of a halo—like an angel.