After my post about “What’s for breakfast…?”, food has been on my mind (and not in the normal way.)
The Chimp in Us?
One of my mentors (and quite honestly the smartest person I have ever had the pleasure/honor of meeting in person whose name I won’t yet reveal) talks about how we are far more “chimp-like” than we want to believe.
(I won’t weigh in with my “evolution vs. creation” thoughts right now (and welcome discussion on both ends of the spectrum), but I have to admit, there is so much stuff I do on a daily basis that is automatic, bordering on “robotic”, there might be something to the idea that I am not as much in control as I would like to convince myself.)
“Let’s eat earlier tonight…”
So, tonight, my dear wife said, let’s at least eat dinner a little earlier than normal (being “our” age, firing up our gastro-intestinal tract later at night invites “issues” whereas eating earlier doesn’t… I’m not at the “early bird special”/Seinfeld funny stuff about old people stage, as yet, but eating habanero peppers at 9pm doesn’t bode well for the rest of the evening’s smooth sailing).
Larry the Cable Guy?
Okay, with that being said, in our area (Tavares, FL – think “Larry the Cable Guy’s” home, really, this is where he is from), there are a lot of restaurants, but very, very few that sort of fit in with my “What’s for Breakfast” theme of “Would you feed your $10 dollar dog that crap?” way of thinking.
“I work for myself…” (which really means, “I work 24 X 7″)
Before leaving for dinner, I had some issues with our web site and had to contact my mentor/web-meister/”secret weapon”/genius/best friend of 42 years who lives out in Palo Alto, CA (Michael), so the normal time for dinner came and went.
Note to self, “Feed the wife!” (or, suffer the consequences)
My dear wife was getting cranky (after 30 years of connubial bliss I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, she needs to be fed on a really regular schedule… ) and I, too (who can normally go without eating all day until dinner), was on edge.
It was already nearing 7pm and I issued the husbandly (sp?) edict, “We are eating at home!”
So, despite my wife’s pleadings, “What are we going to eat, nothing is ready…” I decided to start the grill (see, I promise I will always get around to the point of the story, somewhere…)
“Fire, Good!”
I don’t know about you, but cooking on a real, charcoal grill is very manly. Fire, tools, heat (possibly some sort of alcoholic beverage), it is the way we were meant to cook (in my humble opinion).
But, if you have purchased a Weber grill lately, the damn thing includes a grate on which the food rests that is so thin and flimsy it appears to be made of what looks like be poorly chromed coat-hanger wire.
Webers used to be made in Skokie, Illinois (near were we spent our toner formative years), but now appear to be made “elsewhere” (pick your state or your country, but I don’t think hard-ass folks who like to work with their hands and speak English as their primary language are the folks who are making them any more.)
Weber Kettles (nowhere near the quality they used to be…)
So, the last time I hauled out the Weber and had a fit that the crappy grate couldn’t put perfect grill marks in my wild Mahi-Mahi (bought at Costco with an entire 3lb. bag costing less than a mediocre serving 1/6th the size would cost at Red Lobster, with no risk that some disgruntled kitchen worker added their “special flavoring”) and decided I would do something about it.
Big Metal = Big grill marks!
I searched on line for “Weber kettle cast iron grate” and found these folks: http://www.cast-iron-grate.com/.
(Again, I guarantee I will tell you if I ever send you somewhere where there is even the remotest (sp?) chance I will make some sort of referral bonus and this is still not one of those times.)
What these folks have done is capitalized on the fact that the basic 18.5″ or 22″ inch Weber kettle does its job, well, but the grates stink.
But, they realized that, in order to give you that complete grilling experience, you need cast iron grates that hold the heat and give you perfect grill marks (if you don’t know what I am talking about, stop reading now!)
I ordered their cast iron grates (and, YES, they cost more than the grill, but if I eat at home more frequently, make my own food, know what is in there and what isn’t(!), I decided it was worth it.)
“I love Costco!”
So, tonight, I fired up the grill with a charcoal chimney (and if you don’t know what that is, check this out) and grabbed some frozen shrimp (Costco), frozen organic chicken breasts (Costco), frozen tilapia (Costco… I think way beyond their expiration date) and went to town.
Conservatively, I figure we had about $30 worth of quality protein on there (which we can then use during the week to augment other good stuff…) and it was so much better quality than I would have received at most restaurants.
“I like restaurant food, but…”
I am, in no way, “dissing” (is that what the kids say?) restaurant food, but I am simply pointing out that I made great food, with great ingredients, at home, with my wife, had a ball, and know for a fact that I ate far better than I would have at the restaurants (where salty carbs call my name like the proverbial “siren’s song”), and for far less money.
“What’s the point?”
The point of this post? I could have/normally would have succumbed to my “how soon can we get to somewhere where we can shove questionable food into our pieholes?” chimp-like needs and enjoyed it less, spent more money, interacted less with my better half/best friend, had lesser quality and actually done less well by our bodies than we did at home.
“Man versus Food”
And, while we were enjoying time together in the kitchen (like we did 30 years ago when we were younger and could eat/drink anything, at any time, in any quantity, without a problem), we were watching “Man v. Food” on the Travel Channel.
The bottom line…
The bottom line, getting back into the habit of eating at home, being more selective about what you shove in your face, spending more time with the ones you love (and like!), life is pretty good (no matter how “goofy” the world might seem to be these days.)
Maybe tomorrow I will bore you with pictures of our dogs!
John G. – “TheRefillMan”