You Know You're a "Home Cooking Chowhound" when...
You Know You're a "Home Cooking Chowhound" when...
You bring a big bunch of fragrant, fresh-cut Genovese basil in from the garden and your four year-old says "Mmmm...smells like ice cream!". (Had recently made Orange-Basil and Lime-Basil sorbets :)
-
-
-
-
-
You're in line at your local grocery and someone ask the checker if they have sun-dried tomatoes, he looks at you and says "Do we?"
You know they have three different kinds, the aisle and shelf locations of each but ask the person what they are going to use them for before telling them which one to get...
-
-
-
...you quit cooking food for your roommates because you have to share the leftovers and, when they decide to reciprocate the favor, it's never as good and you don't even want the leftovers!
...your dad, who lives 1,800 miles across the country (in Arizona), requests your homemade guacamole every time you come home to visit.
...the "sauce aisle" in grocery stores isn't fun to gawk at anymore because you know you can make most of those sauces/marinades better at home.
...you own kitchen tools such as an avocado masher, a potsticker sealer and a microplane (and your roommate had to ask you what they all were and do).
...your friends want to know what you put in the "crack cheese" dip you threw together for the party.
...you're invited to a party with a food theme and you immediately begin planning what to bring... three months in advance.
-
. . . you're going away for three months and you can't live without your own home-baked bread, so you check a canister of yeast in your luggage, and the luggage arrives with the canister obviously having been opened and improperly closed by airport security.
. . . your mom tells you she gains weight every time you come home to visit because you bake so many goodies in her kitchen.
. . . you really chafe at the public schools' policy that the foods brought in for children's snacks and parties must be store-bought, labeled as to ingredients, and sealed.
. . . you've learned never to order any food in a restaurant or bakery for which you have perfected your own recipe because the restaurant's or bakery's inevitably disappoints.
. . . your children rate your pizza higher than the high-profile chains'.
. . . your children know and love the smell of a pizza stone pre-heating in the oven.
. . . the shower stall in the usually unused, guest bathroom is filled with baking pans, proofing boxes, and Tupperware deviled-egg containers for which there is no room in the kitchen cabinets.
-
-
-
When a restaurant owner suspects that you are a food critic (or something) because the first time he walked by, you were taking pictures of your appetizer, the second time he walked by, you were writing down the names of the wines you liked, and the third time he walked by, you asked him, out of curiosity only, why all the desserts are dairy-free! Nope... not a food critic, just a geek!
Edited to add: Oops! I meant this one for the "You know you're a Chowhound when..."! Oh well!
›2 Replies -
...when your niece buys the whole family aprons with WWHD stiched on them...and you are H
...when you casually mention to your brother (while cooking dinner at his house) that "this would be a lot easier with another stove" and the next week he is converting the walk in pantry into a second kitchen
...when you haven't been to a major chain grocery store in months...and you don't miss it
-
-
I can't believe no one else said these-
You are willing to drive an hour to shop at a particular grocery store.Any meal with three or more courses means visiting at least 3 different markets.
When you check out a new neghborhood, you window-shop all the markets, even if you don't buy anything... today.
And, just for the record, I agree with what all the rest of you said.
-
-
-
When you take over the family cooking at age 12 so you can eat a tasty and balanced diet.
When you are on a first name basis with the city tree pruners and they call your cell phone when they cut down a fruitwood tree so you can pick up some wood for BBQ, and ask when, so they can come over to eat the 'cue.
When complete strangers at a food event take photos of stuff you made and post it online.
When you are asked not to bring salsa to an event because last time folks only ate your salsa and none of the four other ones.
When you go to a potluck event and you are surrounded by a half dozen 40-50 year old women asking you for the recipes, and you are a 16 year old boy.
When you drop 5 lbs in one day due to water loss from spending six hours cooking in a hot kitchen.
When you start to cook dinner before you have breakfast. Heck, when you start to cook tomorrows dinner before you have breakfast.
When you pantry is so full of new and interesting condiments, spices, canned goods, etc. that you now store the excess in your bedroom closet, on office shelves, and in your clothes drawers.
When you cut off the tip of your finger while chopping ginger to make syrup because your five year old nephew ran into you and when you get back from the hospital having your finger sewn back on you finish the batch of ginger syrup using one hand.
When you go camping for a week with three friends and you pack more cooking gear than everything else combines.
-
Your friends disparagingly and spitefully refer to you as "Martha Friggin' Stewart Over Here"...
Or you start a food blog, name it after yourself and call yourself a foodie!
-
When you invite friends for dinner and they make menu requests! (Only forgivable and somewhat charming if you go way back though)
When you bring your magazines/cookbooks/hand-drawn anatomical diagrams to your food purveyors/butchers to ensure that the item or cut you want for your recipe is just right.
When the first friend you make on rural vacation - and invite to dinner - is the organic farmer down the road.
When the art in your dining room is made up of the menus from remarkable meals you have had around the world (2 from NYC's USC!)
-
-
-
-
...when you force your co-workers to taste raw purslane (that you just bought at the farmer's market but wish you had grown at home) right off the stem
...when you save the heads and bones of the fresh Portuguese sardines you cooked for dinner to make fish stock
...when you give a friend a bag of Sardinian pasta (only available in Sardinia, but that only cost 1 euro) for his birthday, and he loves you for it
-
....when you cruise the older parts of a strange city with your older brother looking for interesting neighborhood markets because you are waaay too early to go to the airport to catch your flight home.
....when you both do a 180 on the same huge Mexican supermercado and you yell at him "Turn in here!!"
....when you try to figure out how to get cheese and fresh chorizo into your luggage or carry-on. "Which clothes don't I really wear all that much anyway?!"
....when you pull out fresh torillas and flan in the airport waiting area for a quick snack before heading through security.
....when you get home and bring out your hoard of New Mexican pinos bought from a guy in a pickup at the side of the road at 7500 ft, $20 a pound, and realize they're going to be the benchmark for the rest of your life.
....when your'e reminiscing with your brothers about your mom who just passed away, and everybody's best stories revolve around the food she prepared and HOW she loved her chow!
-
-
You know you and your spouse are both Home Cooking Chowhounds when the first thing you ask each other in the morning is not: "How did you sleep?" but: "What do you want for dinner?"
And you know your spouse is even more of a H-C 'Hounder than you are when you tell him your sister had to kill a rattlesnake and he wants to know if she saved the meat (not to mention the skin)!
-
What you all said!
You join a breakfast club at work and everyone wants you to cook every week (sausage gravy, stratas etc) because they're sick of bagels and donuts. Oh and you commute over an hour to work....but still lug those things into the office.
You're asked to make cheesecake for two different restaurants (brought some to the owners for various reasons).
You're asked to make salsa for a restaurant (same as above).
You say thank you to co-workers by sending cookies. And are constantly reminded that you sent cookies before, when are more coming?
When a person from Mexico covets your red mole and red posole.
Your butcher prominently displays a photograph of ribs you cooked and calls them "his grandchildren".
›1 Reply -
When you wake up very early in the morning with thoughts of what you could be cooking up in the kitchen and end up just getting up and cooking 'cause it's like you're already doing it anyway!
When you limit how many times you try new restaurants because you are often disappointed: you and/or your SO can make most things they can make, but much better! -
When you wake up thinking about what you'll cook that day and go to bed dreaming of what you could eat tomorrow.
You have a notebook of your own recipes, and modified recipes and in the back of the notebook, you have a huge list of ideas and possible things to make. (I thought this was normal, but apparently it isn't.) Mine has a pen stuck in the spine and I travel with it if I'm going away for more than a day. Whenever I don't, I regret it later.
Your friends always call you to discuss recipes and food, even ones you haven't talked to for years, but everyone in your house just thinks you're a bit weird.
(Also, what Katie Nell said.)
-
-
-
...your mouth gapes open when, at age 5, your son, when asked by a neighbor what his favorite foods are, answers nonchalantly: *Duckling a l'orange and baked brie.*
›2 Replies-
-
re: ZoeZ
Our kids would get along great!! I love escargot and am always teased by the Husband Unit about having all the special apparatus -- shells, shell plates, spring-loaded tongs and tiny forks -- with which to eat them. I have a lovely, large gourmet kitchen but every single drawer and cabinet is loaded to the gills with kitchen gadgets, pots, pans and other sundry items. Hubby says he is going in there one day while I'm off on a trip and he's going to clean house! I tell him when our son gets married, I'm giving all my extra equipment to his bride. It remains to be seen who can hold out the longest.....tee hee.
-
-
-
It takes you three hours to shop for $20 worth of produce at the farmers' market because you're busy preaching the gospel of ong choy or heirloom tomatoes and handing out recipes like a politician with flyers.
You've had food that you've cooked be featured at a farmer's booth -- "see what you can do with my produce".
You know more about the people you buy your food from (family, history, etc.) than you do about your co-workers.
No matter whose house you go to, even if you've never met them, you end up in the kitchen, happily helping with the food.
›4 Replies-
re: Das Ubergeek
Where do you SHOP??? Man, I want to be given recipes by people on the street!
Mine would be: you stand around the aisle of a store looking at two different products for a while; the owner/employee comes up to you and asks whether you need help and offers some info; you turn around and tell him/her more about the product than he initially offers, which recipes you plan on using them in, and then engage him/her in a conversation about various buying policies (what the store has to go through to get said products and what you've done to find a place that even has them) involved with the product, what foods s/he'd prepare with products; and STILL end up buying both for their different properties.
-
re: Das Ubergeek
I hang out early saturday mornings at one organic farmers stand at the local market to chat with him since he used to be a client and we have become good friends. It has gotten to the point that when people ask him how to prepare some item he just points to me and says. I have no clue, ask him. Regular customers come up to me there, specifically to ask me for recipes for dinner that night, based on the bags of produce and meat they just bought.
-
-
-
Strangers come up to you in the grocery store and ask what's in Pasta Puttancesca..How did they KNOW?????
›2 Replies -
When you go through several backpacks a year from the weight of the grocery.
Your friend get disappointed when you invite them to a good restaurant.
When your 100 lb friend who hates chicken skin and only eat white meat finishes 1/2 chicken all by herself, including the skin, and then her other friends you don't even know call you up asking for the recipe.
When your friend asks you to cook for her in laws.
When your Italian friends keep asking you to make pasta for dinner.
When your cousin who was too full to have dinner end up stealing food right off your plate after finishing her own.
But most of all, when you get approval from your mom and actually take you seriously in the kitchen.
-
For a New Year's email you send to family and friends, you include lots of photos of "The Best Of" dishes that you cooked during 2005...
Your phone is like a Food 911 hotline...
You can't wait for school to start so you can start baking goodies for husband's colleagues again...
Whenever you make a good home-cooked meal, you wonder why you even bother eating out...
-
You are leaving for a ten day vacation during which you will be "the cook" (that in itself probably qualifies!) - you wake up at 6 am the morning of the departure (knife already packed, wine - some selection based on CH recs - shipped and delivered) to find out about the terrorist round up in the UK and the new restrictions on carryon items, realizing that you will have to leave for the airport much earlier than planned. You quickly repack, and then decide to continue photocopying recipes to take with you rather than dry your (long) hair for the 14 hour trip.
And when you get there, you learn that they eat bear, and you want a recipe.
-
-
When your mother-in-law buys you a pizza stone, but it's not to take home. It stays there, you know, for away games. As in, "Honey, Mom wants to know if we can come over for dinner on Sunday... and she wants to know if you'll make your pizza!" It's really much easier when everyone has their own stone, isn't it? And hey, when they put out the cheese and and the olives and the wine, everybody's happy!
›7 Replies-
-
-
-
re: JasmineG
i've also been meaning t to buy two sets of spring-loaded tongs, to leave in both sets of parent kitchens. i can't really cook without them, and I'm amazed that they don't have their own -- they're both good cooks!
Does anyone else travel with a sharpening steel? mom's knife (from a couple Christmases ago) needs a little love every once in a while.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
When you tell your husband what to order so you can "analyze" that sauce one more time to be sure you have the recipe figured out.
When your 5 year old grandson refuses the string cheese sticks for snack time and insists that you show him where you keep the ($18/lb parmesan reggiano) "good cheese."
›1 Reply -
-
When you immediately go out and buy ingredients to make a dish a Hound just posted a picture of.
When you use any excuse to do a themed dinner party just so you can base a menu on a new ethnic cuisine you've only dabbled in.
When your friends shake their heads at the amount of food you've prepared (even though you've already cut down the menu three times).
When your cookbook 'problem' accelerates because a Hound mentions another one on the Home Cooking board.
›1 Reply-
re: Rubee
Other than the cookbooks (which I just don't really have that many of) I think you've been to my parties. Or, perhaps, that I'd like to go to yours.
I had a friend go to SE Asia for 6 months. I got 3 lovely themed dinner parties out of that! Now, I'm teaching him how to cook the food he misses.
-
-
-
All of the above, plus:
When you leave a restaurant, your significant other turns to you and says, "So what could you have made with the money we spent on that?"›9 Replies-
-
-
-
re: Davwud
Last week I asked a friend to join me for dinner at a new and very authentic sichuan restaurant. He told me he couldn't make it because of work, but asked me if he could come over to dinner the following night. I asked why and he said that he knew I would be trying to recreate all the best dishes from the night before.
-
re: JMF
Or you're dragged to dinner by friends, you feel the food is overpriced and you invite them over to prove how easy it is to make the same dishes so much cheaper and not have to deal with the snotty service.
Ok, this only happened once (with a menu from Fred's Not Here in Toronto). My friends loved the place and I thought it over priced and excessively pretentious. I have, unfortunately, ruined it for them and they haven't been back (or secertly are hiding the fact from me).
-
-
-
-
-
-
re: k_d
Oh, I just can't go out for Indian anymore since I got good at it! And most French is out of the question too. I only go out for the incredible (generally expensive), the time consuming (I will go have Biryani for example), or the ethnic I haven't tackled yet (which keeps shrinking).
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
You prattle on endlessly about the merits of frying your tomato paste.
You keep jars of duck, pulled pork and bacon grease in your fridge.
Your freezer has no room left in it because it's full of bags of chicken/beef/shrimp/duck/etc. bones to make stock with.
Your fridge/freezer contains no actual food. Just ingredients.
You eagerly give 100% more effort for 10% more reward.
DT
›6 Replies-
re: Davwud
You described my fridge and freezer quite well, except my freezer also has double portion ziplocks and tupperware of several batches of food because I always cook for 8, but usually eat alone or have only 1-2 people over. I also have 6-8 types of hard to find or regional sausages and scrapple blocks frozen but ready for instant use and bags of veggie scraps for making broth.
A friend looked in my packed fridge the other day and said "don't you have any food in here?"
-
-
-
-
re: BeeZee
I wish you had worked at my office! A couple of years ago, I reluctantly participated in a 'gift exchange.' Everyone got such tacky gift (Imo). I was so proud at how mine would blow everyone out of the water. Low and behold, someone opened MY gift, the gift of truffle oil...everyone looked around, with a look of confusion and disgust saying 'Who the hell brought THIS?' So, to answer another poster's question: No, not everyone is like us.
-
-
-
re: leeds
Your ex-co-workers e-mail you telling you they miss those homemade goodies (because no one else brings them).
When a compliment is "What did you put in here? CRACK?" following by more shovelling of food into mouth.
When you trade in perfectly nice non food related gifts because you know the store where the gifts were purchased has those plates you've been coveting.
When your weekly dinner guests know better than to bring presents. Instead, they call and offer to drop in a market for whatever last minute items you realize you're missing (or a sanity boosting cook's treat of a perfect storebought cupcake).
-
-
You're nick names include meatsy and chunky monkey (after Ben and Jerry's not any physical state)
As a result of over exposure you're friends have all developed the unique ability to blank out with an 'I'm listening but not really listening' stare the instant you start on one of your crazy food rants that usually leaves you frothing at the mouth and wildly eyeing the immediate area looking for the next fix of something delicious.
You visit your parents just (OK well not just) to use their much larger and swanky kitchen.
Jenna
-
You celebrate having found a store that carries White Lily self-rising flour by making a big batch of biscuits for breakfast, even though it's over 80o by 8:00 am and you're in the middle of the South Beach Diet, Phase 1.
›3 Replies-
-
-
re: chocolate chick
There ae some of us you will never convert. We indulge in the occasional high carb treat but it is not our way of life and many of us are healthier for it. I won't impose what is healthy and comfortable and makes my clothes fit better, my cholesterol and blood pressure better if you will not inflict your choices on mine.
-
-
-
You haven't spoken with your sister in days becaue of the argument you had about the relative merits of The Dipping Method vs. Sifting.
›5 Replies


































