Did His Mother Tell Him "Don't Flay With Your Food"?

As I sat down to lunch yesterday I flipped on the TV to watch while I sipped on the pea soup I had prepared. I landed on the Food Network and saw that Chopped, one of my favourite shows, was set to start in about 25 minutes.

So, innately lazy that I am, I left it on the Food Network, as I couldn't work up the energy to change the channel. and started on my soup. Well, fill my pants with hot coals, I'm now an expert in barbecuing salmon, making a sausage and veggie salad and turning the salmon into a pizza.

Oh, yeah.

The show was called Bobby Flay's Barbecuing Addiction and for half an hour I sat entranced, letting my soup go cold.

Flay is a celebrity chef and author, notable for his stint on the show Iron Chef and his numerous self-hosted shows on the Food Network.

This guy - by the way Bobby Filet would have been a better name for a chef, don't you think? - prepared and smoked the salmon, barbecued lamb sausages and prepared his own flour for a pizza crust and then barbecued that, too. Well, of course. After all, from the title of his show we know he's addicted.

This stuff looked good enough to eat, believe me. And I mournfully gazed from the TV to my quickly chilling pea soup which about now might pass as vichyssoise - a very bad vichyssoise - before me.

Chef Filet taped his show in what appeared to be his backyard. He had a collection of various BBQs and smokers - and he utilized them all.

You know, after all was said and done I wasn't sure how that pizza dough would turn out but Mr. Filet managed to rise to the occasion.

My Back Pages - October

Well, folks, I read seven (count 'em) seven books in October. One I didn't finish but even at that I hit the magic number 50 I estimated for myself by the end of the year. The six books I successfully waded through were, firstly, What Happened, Hillary Clinton's book on her bid for the Presidency. I''m a bit of a political junkie so I get off on this stuff but still it kinda struck me as one long whine over losing. Next up was the excellent Canyon of Dreams: The Magic and Music of Laurel Canyon. Laurel Canyon was the fabled area outside of Los Angeles where many musicians and artists lived. Known as a 60s enclave, the book takes a look at just who lived there over the last 80 years. A fascinating read. Next up was Lightfoot, a biography of Canadian folk singer Gordon Lightfoot. He may have been responsible for some iconic folk songs but he was also quite the womanizer and boozer. Enough said. Then I read Dan Brown's new tome Origin, the fifth ...

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! ...

30 Days of Photos III #4 Sour

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