there are people in this world who roll out of bed on saturday morning, pour some milk over stale cereal, and watch morning cartoons until their eyes hurt. when the cartoons are over, they microwave some pizza rolls just long enough for them to stop being frozen, eat them, and then go back to bed for the rest of the day.
then there are those people who wake up with the sun, make coffee, bake a batch of bread pudding, and head out to the farm by 9:00 a.m. those people are more my style.
when kiss first recorded their (in)famous song, i think they had a pretty specific message in mind. they wanted to tell the world about what they considered the two greatest things ever: (1) ladies, and (2) rock and roll. and while their assertion may still have an element of truth to it (i do think ladies are pretty awesome, it’s just that rock and roll i’m not to sure about), it doesn’t actually have anything to do with this post.
this post is about bread. specifically, my love of dinner rolls.
holy bejeesus, pizza is amazing.
sure, a lot of the stuff you can get from delivery chains in the usa is absolutely terrible quality. not to mention frozen pizzas, which are (on the whole) nasty and super shady. it has become a lazy man’s food in the states because it is cheap, delivered directly to your house or place of work, and requires no utensils to consume. even elementary schools use it as the default school lunch because no kid can refuse greasy bread and melted cheese garnished with meat and (god willing) a few slices of vegetables.
it just isn’t that good. i mean, i like it, but if i had to take my pick between a big fat juicy prime cut of steak or anything made of ground beef, i’ll let you guess which one i would end up with.
don’t get me wrong. i didn’t write this post to rip into ground meat with vengeance. i wrote this post because i totally understand people, like my girlfriend, who think it is gross and super shady. she dislikes ground meat for, as far as i can figure, two main reasons. first, nearly every food made out of ground meat has an unromantic, disgusting sounding name (e.g. meatloaf). second, by looking at it with the naked eye, you have approximately a 0% chance of determining what animal it is comprised of.
i like to tell people sometimes that living an amazing, fulfilling life in izu is the simplest thing you could imagine. it requires only a few basic tenants.
i should apologize for the title of this post, but i won’t. it’s awesome and i am 100% unashamed.
let’s go ahead and nip this in the bud. there are, more likely than not, a fair amount of people out there reading this post and thinking “what is yuzu?” there are a couple of answers to that question.
first, the short answer. yuzu is delicious.
and now, the long answer.
i don’t pretend to be a professional chef. i cook like a poor man, and i pride myself on that. i don’t use fancy ingredients, extensive chemical reactions, or obscure tools. poor man cooking is based almost entirely off of improvisation and a deep knowledge of the ingredients i choose to use.
suffice to say, i am truly atrocious at baking.