eating

 Well you know, Old Dog, it says on the box, right on the goldern Jiffy box itself, is that if you want to make cornbread instead of muffins you:

Prepare as directed for Corn Muffins except pour batter into a greased 8" square pan.  Bake 15-20 minutes.

So you see it's all the same dadgum thing  The only difference is what you put the gunk into.  

Not that I expect a gentleman scientist turned mad gourmet chef to give any credit to what is written on a Jiffy box, I expect his scoff at the thought of making something from a premixed box has echoed throughout The Chateau and possibly to the ears of those on the sidewalk.  For myself adding eggs, and milk, and melted butter, and things like corn from the can and chopped jalapenos and sun dried tomatoes and melted cheddar cheese and black olives is trouble enough without grinding corn for which I don't even have one of those mortar and pestle things, and I worry enough about burning my fingertips in that electric oven, that I am not going to risk cast iron.

Those breakfast platters of Old Dog's are very attractive and I am sure that they are plenty tasty, but they just look like so much work, which I know it is not work if you do what you love, but I do not love all that messing around.

In the winter I buy some vegetables at the Jewel, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, string beans, asparagus, zucchini, turnips, and I take them home and chop them up.  I fill one of those disposable microwave containers with half of one vegetable and half of another, add some garlic, soy sauce, black pepper, and butter and zap it.

In the summer I chop up a couple bell peppers and zap them with a can of Jewel brand fire roasted salsa style tomatoes with jalapenos, then add a big can of kidney beans in hot chili sauce and a smaller can of corn or garbanzos.  

And I eat that every day, well Monday through Thursday, the same damn thing.

I have been eating like this for maybe twenty years and I have never gotten tired of it.  I look forward to it with relish, pulling it out of the microwave as its heady aroma turns my head and when I scoop up the last little chunk of turnip, I am saddened that I will have to wait almost twenty-four hours before I can once again set the dainty dish before myself.

It was nice reading about how Old Dog prepares his own dainty dishes, and the photos are nice, but I lack the zeal.  I yam what I yam.  And I yam not a fan of yams either, don't know the difference between them and sweet potatoes and don't care because I don't like sweet potatoes either.