kiyoshi00
iron chef (my dad)
With the proactive planning by my youngest brother, a random synapse firing idea became a fun reality yesterday. Dad is going on a cruise which begins on father's day, and he's hosting a party the night before. So we celebrated yesterday with a mini Iron Chef competition. Really it was just us 3 boys making dinner for dad, but with a mile competitive spirit behind it. I showed up early with more groceries than plan and ended up pan searing some sage coated pork tenderloins while caramelizing onions and sliced apple. I then baked thick cross slices of the tenderloin with mini potatoes and the apple/onion with a quarter bottle of white wine. Came out tasty except for the over numerous potatoes which wanted a bit more balance or zing. Chris made pesto pita pizzas with vegetables which was far too yummy for our own good. Max busted out some balsamic chicken and "dirty cappellini" (wine reduction sauce over the pasta) and some really tasty ran fried potatoes. It was a darn good meal. And the following hours of cigar smoking and tasting liquors wasn't shabby either. (i didn't smoke, duh, calm down). Anyway, dad is the real iron chef in the family even though he sat out this round. Next week i'm coming over to indulge in HIS cooking. Woohoo!
iron chef (my dad)
With the proactive planning by my youngest brother, a random synapse firing idea became a fun reality yesterday. Dad is going on a cruise which begins on father's day, and he's hosting a party the night before. So we celebrated yesterday with a mini Iron Chef competition. Really it was just us 3 boys making dinner for dad, but with a mile competitive spirit behind it. I showed up early with more groceries than plan and ended up pan searing some sage coated pork tenderloins while caramelizing onions and sliced apple. I then baked thick cross slices of the tenderloin with mini potatoes and the apple/onion with a quarter bottle of white wine. Came out tasty except for the over numerous potatoes which wanted a bit more balance or zing. Chris made pesto pita pizzas with vegetables which was far too yummy for our own good. Max busted out some balsamic chicken and "dirty cappellini" (wine reduction sauce over the pasta) and some really tasty ran fried potatoes. It was a darn good meal. And the following hours of cigar smoking and tasting liquors wasn't shabby either. (i didn't smoke, duh, calm down). Anyway, dad is the real iron chef in the family even though he sat out this round. Next week i'm coming over to indulge in HIS cooking. Woohoo!