Iron Foodie 2010 Contest

This is the first contest I have ever entered involving food. I am so excited to be a part of the food blogging community and anxious to see where it leads me. Foodieblogroll is a fantastic site dedicated to growing and promoting small business and food blogging. (This is also an excellent time to mention them for the Cucinar Cantando Cookbook Contest & Giveaway and the Spread the Word Tote Giveaway!)


Why do I want to compete in this challenge?
It would be the first time I put my culinary/visionary chops to the test. I think it a valuable experience and whether I were to win or not, I am putting myself out there to compete. And who couldn't use a $200 gift card to Marx Foods!

Whose kitchen would I like to spend the day in?
Hands downs it's Thomas Keller. The French Laundry is one of the finest restaurants in the country and his contribution to American cuisine is not only legendary but completely stand alone. He is what every foodie, food blogger, chef, or person on the planet hope to become and to be half as successful as his failures would be a dream. He has Michelin stars to spare and was a consultant on Disney Pixar's Ratatouille. If that isn't enough for you, I don't know what is!

What morsel am I most likely to swipe?
It would be that perfect little bite of potato puree that is left after they finish their filet mignon. The quintessential, radiant, mouthwatering (seriously, I'm salivating) succulence of the au jus and the potato. Marinating in that juice. It's heaven on a fork.

My childhood in one meal?
This may seem silly to you and that's ok. It would be a peanut butter sandwich that my mom made me for school. By the time lunch rolls around, the peanut butter and bread have melded together and the sandwich has taken on the crinkle and wrinkles of the tinfoil. That, washed down with the pint of whole milk in the cardboard carton is my childhood. (You should know, I still smush my perfectly good peanut butter sandwiches in tinfoil, 20 years later.)

The one mainstream food I can't stand?
Miso. I can't stand the look, the smell, the texture, the existence of it. Yuck!