Leek Much?

Well it's been some time since I entered the blog world to type something other than a comment. To tell you the truth, it's really the lazy man's approach to be swinging words at people's musings.

What have I been doing as of late? Read below (or click on one of the links found on this page - still have not figured out how exactly this blog thing works) that most of my time is now spent on a "job". I found out a while ago that most employers simply refuse to pay if you do not do something productive for them every single day - which to me is the biggest rip off on the planet. Anything that comes in between my home time and cooking is labelled as nefarious, villanous or simply malicious.

In any event, the job is fun (I work in the music bizz yo!) and yes, closely with all those bimbos you see on television that just LOVE to shake their boot-thangs. (More dirt on that latah.)

But in the meantime, please find my long time favourite vegetable: "leeks" in the picture above. There is really no appeal to leeks in the grocery store. They always look muddy, saggy, a bit too long for your fancy looking grocery bags. Despite of all these facts, they do taste yummy and provide a good alternative to cooking onions! They are not as "Oh my god, get those f**** things away from my eyes" but do possess some of that zingy up-nasal flare. Cut them up finely, or in rings (like I did above) - they taste great and turn out to be reaal sweeet. (maybe not as sweet as the boot-thang you like watching on the tube but a good alternative.)

I decided to pair up my "leek" composite with red rice. Now, excuse my ignorance but I have not heard of red rice until my first visit to India (which was about 12 years ago). They are sold in most North American super-duper-large-everything-hormone-enhanced grocery stores. It's a very good alternative to white or brown rice + gives off mildly sweet undertones as it melts in your mouth.

The fake palm tree is commonly referred to as "Terragon" - yes, I did pay for that - it's not a weed I pulled out of the garden.
There, now go cook. Eat. Watch people's boot-thangs on the tube. Feel frustrated. Eat more.
Life is good.