Mix Master

As I type this, I’m eating a bowl of cereal.  Not just any cereal.  It’s a mix. 

A little of Kashi Go Lean Crunch and a little of Honey Nut Chex with wheat germ sprinkled on top.

Why can’t I eat anything normal? I have the weirdest taste buds. It almost feels like a problem for me.  Something I might need to go to therapy for.  I can never leave a good, classic dish alone. Ever since I was a little girl, I have always done weird mixes with my food.  My favorite was a sandwich I used to make everyday for lunch when I went to YMCA camp.  It was white bread, ham and cheese loaf (remember that processed “ham” that had little bits of orange stuff on it that they advertised as “cheese”?), green onion dip, and cheese puffs (I would say cheetoes, but my dad was so cheap we were only allowed name brand groceries for special occasions, or when they were on sale). 

Perhaps my food concoctions come from my dad.  I can remember throwing down a many meatloaf, bacon, butter, peanut butter, and jelly sandwiches for him.

My favorite dish to mix is eggs.  This week I have been dining on scrambled eggs with basil, Maui sweet onions (Vidalias are hard to find in Cali, so this is second choice), cheddar cheese, cream cheese, bacon, and avocado topped with peach salsa.  This concoction goes atop whole wheat toast with strawberry jelly. Last week it was a fried egg, sliced brie, maple glazed turkey, provolone cheese, strawberries, on an everything bagel (of course) coated with butter, cream cheese, and strawberry jelly.

I do the same thing with drinks.  I’m not an alcohol drinker, but I can mix one mean fruit juice.  The other night at dinner I asked the waiter what kind of fruit juice they had and he proudly replied:

“Orange, cranberry, pineapple, grapefruit, and apple.”

I told him to throw all that together and add a dash of grenadine, and a splash of Sprite.  He made a weird squishy face and asked if I was sure.

People often ask if I’m pregnant when they hear of my elaborate entrees.  Funny thing is, when I was pregnant, I was Basic Betty.  I ate eggs plain.  No sandwiches, only toast, dry toast. Water only to drink.

The fun doesn’t stop at cereal, eggs, and drinks.  I can easily mess up a salad and pasta too.  For me, a salad is more than lettuce.  Ideally, it has to have at least 2 kinds of fruit, sweet almonds, butter honey pecans, cashews, boiled eggs, at least 3 cheeses, sunflower seeds, 2 kinds of meat (bacon is a meat, right?), and a veggie or 2 for good measure (after all, we are talking a salad here).  Let’s not even talk about pasta! Heck, sometimes I even put the pasta dish in the salad.

So, the other day I couldn’t help but gleam with pride when Morris said he wanted to make a smoothie with yogurt, ice cream, raisins, wheat germ, bananas, honey, mangoes, strawberries, cinnamon sugar, and avocado. And don’t tell him I threw in some tofu when he wasn’t looking.  Just had to add my little touch.

Please tell me I’m not the only one that mixes food together.

 

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