One of the pitfalls and pluses of writing a food blog is that every meal that gets made is categorized: bloggable and non-bloggable. Pitfall, because sometimes the family doesn't want to wait to eat while mom photographs their plate. Plus, because there is always a meal being cooked and therefore always a blog post in the making.
Not every meal is bloggable. The other night I had big plans with my stuffed smoked chicken thighs. I pounded them out, stuffed them with cheeses and herbs, rolled and skewered them. They fell apart and were a complete mess. In the end I breaded and fried the little buggers. Tasty, but not bloggable.
I'm pretty spoiled living with a chef. I can bring home ingredients A, B & C, and sort of waive them under his nose. Then I walk away. In a short while I hear chopping, sizzling, and aromas wafting into the livingroom. I've succeeded: he's inspired and I'm off dinner tonight.
The other night I brought home some Israeli cous cous, carrots, broccoli, and Mahi Mahi.
Have you tried Israeli cous cous? I love the giant balls. They look so gorgeous on the plate, and are hearty enough to stand up to a meaty fish like Mahi Mahi, or a big fat steak.
My kids love the balls because they are fun to eat. They roll. You can throw them. As for that last quality I must say the larger balls are much easier to clean up than regular cous cous, which also gets thrown and squished and dropped at the dinner table.
When my husband threw down the plates of this dinner on the table, I immediately said, "Oooh, that looks beautiful. Let me take a picture for the blog!"
He shot back a disgruntled face and sneered, "Can't we just eat dinner? Must I be a blog whore?"
Blog whore. Harsh but warranted, I suppose. I resisted posting this for a week, but then I saw the photo today, and remembered how delicious that meal was, and how pretty it looked. See?