Showing posts with label omelet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label omelet. Show all posts

Monday, November 28, 2011

Where the Fuck is Portneuf Anyways?

This morning I had an omelet with a side of La Sauvagine cheese on toast. 

La Sauvagine is made by Alexis-de-Portneuf.  This morning my Spousal Unit asked me, "Where the fuck is Portneuf, anyway?"  I had no idea.  But my guess is that it doesn't matter because Alexis-de-Portneuf is a subsidiary of Saputo, the Giant Cheese Machine.

Alexis-de-Portneuf also makes Brie de Portneuf. One time I was watching a pretentious cooking show where they were discussing artisanal cheeses.  The guest (because it was one of those cooking shows where there's a different guest each show prattling on about one thing or another) was going on about how sometimes cheeses look artisanal, but aren't.   As an example, he said, "If I buy a brie that says it's from Portneuf, I want it to be from Portneuf and not some industrial fromage."

And hence, it doesn't matter at all where Portneuf is as this cheese is made in some factory in Laval or Brampton.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Grilled Cheeses and Omelets Are Universal Foods

Irene calls me up today and says, "I had a Snad Food Day today!"  So I'm like, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I had a grilled cheese for breakfast and an omelet for lunch!  You always have grilled cheeses for breakfast and omelets for lunch!" 

"Well, not quite.  I do have grilled cheeses for breakfast quite often," I said, "but I typically have omelets for supper.  And that's only on evenings when I don't want to cook."  

"I didn't want to cook for lunch," she said, "so it's the same thing.  Did you notice that the leftover piece of grilled cheese is in the shape of Brazil?"  

Then she told me about the omelet.

Have you seen Tampopo?  Of course you haven't, and not only because you, dear reader, are a figment of my imagination.  I think only 12 people in North America have seen it and I know each and every one of them.  There's something to be said for having a repertoire theatre within walking distance of your university.

Anyways,  Tampopo is a Japanese movie about food.  There's one scene where they make omurice, a Japanese rice omelet.  Irene and I both learned to make omurice after watching that movie.  My omurices, though, usually don't involve tomato sauce or ketchup, but do include tobasco.   Irene's omurice from today included bonito flakes and black sesame seeds, because, like I said, she's a better cook than me.  Also, I don't like the idea of bonito flakes.