"Anger, Suspicion and Madness, Deep-fried"
January 23, 2011
January 23, 2011
Showing posts with label fish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fish. Show all posts
Friday, January 28, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Pareidolia Project Day 27, Part II.
"I'm a FISH!"
January 22, 2011
Ingredients:
Roast beef and potaotes
Steamed frozen veggie mix
This dish is roast beef and potatoes, masquerading as something healthier. Something that has the freedom of the entire sea at its disposal. Alas, this was not to be. It was a disguise that could not be maintained. It is a fish no longer.
My mom's response: "Oh, are we out of horseradish?"
Roast beef and potaotes
Steamed frozen veggie mix
This dish is roast beef and potatoes, masquerading as something healthier. Something that has the freedom of the entire sea at its disposal. Alas, this was not to be. It was a disguise that could not be maintained. It is a fish no longer.
My mom's response: "Oh, are we out of horseradish?"
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Pareidolia Project Day 17
"Furby Baked Potato, Tilapia, and Beets"
January 11, 2011
Ingredients:
Pan-baked tilapia seasoned with Old Bay, brown butter, onion and lemon pepper
Canned beets
Baked potato
Sour cream
Key lime
Chopped black olive
Shredded Mexican blend cheese
Homemade salsa
I just want to say that out of all the possible ways to cook a potato, I loathe, repeat, LOATHE baked. They take forever, and they have no flavor or personality, especially compared to something like mashed potatoes or scalloped potatoes or fries or au gratin or dauphinoise, or hell, even steamed new potatoes in butter. I can name about 50 ways to cook a potato, and in order from best to worst, baked is somewhere on the bottom. Probably right above tournets, though. When a person orders a baked potato and other options are available, it tells me that they are a product of a bygone era that cooked potatoes with no imagination. Needless to say, I don't make them all that often, even though my mom loves baked potatoes.
Well, on Day 17, I had to begin rehearsal for a sketch show I participate in, so I wouldn't be home to cook that night. We probably had fast food for lunch, and I couldn't leave mom hungry or my friends, who were providing great feedback on the project, in a lurch. I had enough time, so I put it all in the oven, and she got her baked potato. I have to say, I do make them a lot more appealing than I normally see.
Anyway, I precooked and plated this, but I had to refrigerate it since I wouldn't be home to serve. Just before I left, I went to the fridge to get some iced tea and noticed all the beets had been eaten. In the car on the way over, mom told me for the first time that she really enjoyed the faces.
To me, this had gone from venting passive-aggression, to a personality study, to an art project to something that boosted morale just a little bit every day. It's now a combination of all of the above. Times are tough, and it seemed like my life was slowly turning into Calvin and Hobbes, but instead of snowmen, I had my mom's lunch.
Pan-baked tilapia seasoned with Old Bay, brown butter, onion and lemon pepper
Canned beets
Baked potato
Sour cream
Key lime
Chopped black olive
Shredded Mexican blend cheese
Homemade salsa
I just want to say that out of all the possible ways to cook a potato, I loathe, repeat, LOATHE baked. They take forever, and they have no flavor or personality, especially compared to something like mashed potatoes or scalloped potatoes or fries or au gratin or dauphinoise, or hell, even steamed new potatoes in butter. I can name about 50 ways to cook a potato, and in order from best to worst, baked is somewhere on the bottom. Probably right above tournets, though. When a person orders a baked potato and other options are available, it tells me that they are a product of a bygone era that cooked potatoes with no imagination. Needless to say, I don't make them all that often, even though my mom loves baked potatoes.
Well, on Day 17, I had to begin rehearsal for a sketch show I participate in, so I wouldn't be home to cook that night. We probably had fast food for lunch, and I couldn't leave mom hungry or my friends, who were providing great feedback on the project, in a lurch. I had enough time, so I put it all in the oven, and she got her baked potato. I have to say, I do make them a lot more appealing than I normally see.
Anyway, I precooked and plated this, but I had to refrigerate it since I wouldn't be home to serve. Just before I left, I went to the fridge to get some iced tea and noticed all the beets had been eaten. In the car on the way over, mom told me for the first time that she really enjoyed the faces.
To me, this had gone from venting passive-aggression, to a personality study, to an art project to something that boosted morale just a little bit every day. It's now a combination of all of the above. Times are tough, and it seemed like my life was slowly turning into Calvin and Hobbes, but instead of snowmen, I had my mom's lunch.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Pareidolia Project Day 11
"Hooty, the Horned Harbinger of the Foodpocalypse"
January 5, 2011
January 5, 2011
Ingredients:
Eggs
Sausage
Toast
Green olive
Cholula sauce (the beak)
Again, she did not see this picture. She also didn't ask questions many people would ask, like "why is this one sausage cut in half?" or "why are there olives on the eggs?". I truly wasn't sure what to make of that. Fortunately, I had decided to expand the project from solely lunch to lunch and dinner, thus increasing my material.
"A Pretty Fish Lady With Green Eyes"
January 5, 2011
Eggs
Sausage
Toast
Green olive
Cholula sauce (the beak)
Again, she did not see this picture. She also didn't ask questions many people would ask, like "why is this one sausage cut in half?" or "why are there olives on the eggs?". I truly wasn't sure what to make of that. Fortunately, I had decided to expand the project from solely lunch to lunch and dinner, thus increasing my material.
"A Pretty Fish Lady With Green Eyes"January 5, 2011
Ingredients:
Pan-fried tilapia
Sweet peas with jalapeno
Mashed potatoes with cheese and ham
Pearl onion
Tomato and chopped black olive (lips and eyes)
She saw the face in this. In retrospect, a few friends who saw this pointed out that I could have made this Homer Simpson in drag or even a tyrannosaurus (the way the fish flaked when the filet was split). Oh well. It's essentially a disassembled fisherman's pie, except my grandparents always made fisherman's pie with tuna fish and no personality.
Pan-fried tilapia
Sweet peas with jalapeno
Mashed potatoes with cheese and ham
Pearl onion
Tomato and chopped black olive (lips and eyes)
She saw the face in this. In retrospect, a few friends who saw this pointed out that I could have made this Homer Simpson in drag or even a tyrannosaurus (the way the fish flaked when the filet was split). Oh well. It's essentially a disassembled fisherman's pie, except my grandparents always made fisherman's pie with tuna fish and no personality.
Pareidolia Project Day 6
"Angry Monster Fish"December 31, 2010. New Year's Eve
Ingredients:
Battered deep-fried fish
(tilapia battered in seasoned flour and corn starch/Sprite batter)
tartar sauce
(Mayonnaise, dill pickles, Tabasco, Worcestershire sauce, lemon, chipotle powder)
Cottage cheese
tomato
onion
Dill pickle
Green olive
Cilantro.
This was going to be the final part of the project. I was sure she wouldn't see the face, so I made it as obvious as I could. It worked. She had seen the face for the first time. I decided to continue the project.
Battered deep-fried fish
(tilapia battered in seasoned flour and corn starch/Sprite batter)
tartar sauce
(Mayonnaise, dill pickles, Tabasco, Worcestershire sauce, lemon, chipotle powder)
Cottage cheese
tomato
onion
Dill pickle
Green olive
Cilantro.
This was going to be the final part of the project. I was sure she wouldn't see the face, so I made it as obvious as I could. It worked. She had seen the face for the first time. I decided to continue the project.
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