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Appetites and Adventures: The Perfect Bite

By: Amber Stott (Little_personView Profile)

“Oooh! I’m going to have fish in a marinade with sprinkles,” announced my nephew whimsically. My brother’s family and I were visiting Pier 39 in San Francisco and, after a day of hiking, each of us was dreaming of dinner. 

My four-year-old nephew’s dinner dreams closely resembled the meal we had prepared at home together the night before. My brother was visiting with his family from Illinois. My husband’s and my mostly vegetarian diet, coupled with my passion for cooking (especially when I had an audience), worried me as I prepared a grocery list. What would I feed a brother who viewed vegetables as adversaries, and whose diet consisted mainly of meat? My mind landed on meat’s favorite cousin: potatoes.

But then I remembered my brother remarking once after a Thanksgiving meal at a friend’s house, “The mother clearly doesn’t know her way around a kitchen. Her mashed potatoes just don’t taste like Mom’s.”

Gulp. What was I thinking? Hoping to serve a Midwestern staple from my own Californian kitchen? My kitchen was where I added a personal, and often a spicy, twist to almost every morsel of food I made. My recipes had packed up and hitched a ride far west of the Mississippi River and its midwestern tables long ago, as I did. And to serve such recipes to a die-hard carnivore? Ten-dollar coupons to the nearest pizza delivery joint were beginning to tempt me.

“Do you guys eat garlic?” I asked, the words barely escaping my lips. I just knew my brother would answer as my old midwestern friends, “Make mine plain.” To do so would be practically impossible for my spice-throwing fingers.

“Of course!” The response filled my mouth with saliva at the thought of the juicy meal I would create based on this new knowledge. My fears were lifted, my cautions thrown to the wind. If they ate garlic, they would surely eat anything—perhaps even a vegetable.

“How about seared ahi tuna steaks marinated in olive oil, fresh ginger and garlic?” I asked wistfully. And I received a heart-warming, “Yes.”

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posted: 04.19.2008
Judy Van Acker
Wonderful article Amber! I felt like I was really there. Keep the articles coming!
posted: 04.15.2008
Gayla Betts
What a mouth-watering article. Your descriptions bring all the nuances of garlic to life. I'm looking though my cookbook now! And, I loved bringing the family activity back into the kitchen. Thanks for the inspiration!
posted: 04.12.2008
Betty
Enjoyed your article. Interaction between generations often happens in the kitchen. I'm not surprised that your nephew cleaned his plate. Kids love to eat what they cook. What better way to spend precious time in our busy lives.
posted: 04.12.2008
Karen Bersche
Great article! You convey "the perfect bite" as an atmosphere in your kitchen and at your table - rather than just a sensation in your mouth. Seeing life anew - through the eyes and enthusiasm of a child - is so refreshing. Finding a cook that knows her stuff and "rules" in her own kitchen - but is willing to break her stride to pause and appreciate a child - is inspiring. Yes, cooking is so much more than the mere food - family and friends add other dimensions. Each "slice" of time that we spend cooking can potentially nourish those surrounding us - in so many ways. Keep writing and capturing all these facets for us.
posted: 12.09.2007
Mark Roddey
Excellent article! Great meal. My love of garlic is deeply rooted in family tradition, dating back many generations. Our folklore of garlic use in food was that it's a cure-all for many ailments...such as cleansing the blood stream of impurities, headaches, body aches, and the all important one---keepin' your blood pressure normal.
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