hastily made asian salad with broiled salmon eaten over the cutting mat.
I get so jealous just thinking about how my sister, who lives in Portland, can go to out to eat anytime and get some of the best food. I do not live in a foodie mecca. We live in a small college town where the main consumers are college co-eds that are on a constant bar-crawl. So, lots of bars, and mediocare restaurants. There are a couple places that aren't too bad, but most of the time we are disppointed.
There is some good that comes out of this problem though, I end up having to make the things I crave myself. I love the challenge of making a dinner that's better than what I could get eating out. Things like today's lunch, which is something that doesn't take much skill, and yet I can't think of a single place where I could get it here. (Sometimes it's nice to have a low standard to meet).
Recently I've been really wanting to have banh mi, I've never tried it, and it's not something the Amish sell it at the farmers market next to their whoopie pies, so I had to make it myself. I'll have to compare it to the real thing, but it was delicious. I can't say the same thing about when I tasted/made my first risotto, which was pretty terrible (totally overcooked).
Tyler's been a gracious guinea pig, who pretty much loves (or pretends to love) most everything I make, and if it's bad just suggests "maybe we shouldn't make this again," but always is grateful for the effort.
I've been tempted, but I don't ever think I'll attempt macarons though. I have my limits.