big ass bowl of stuff

Most of you who read this blog aren't from the midwest, and probably don't have any family there.

That means you're unaware of our cooking habits. I've lived all over the country, but my family is from the midwest, and our food is separated from any nationality or ethnicity. It involves taking things that we think will taste good, and mixing them together.

So generally, what I call food, other people will call "Oh my god, what is that? No, seriously. It looks like a bowl of dog food. No, I won't try any, you freak." Some of the dishes I've made that people have reacted that way to include corned beef hash with nacho cheese, ketchup and egg. I've also been known to eat cottage cheese with ketchup, or pour sweetened condensed milk on toast. I've also made a spaghetti burrito.

I endure much mockery for my eating habits, but you're all so very wrong. Within reason, if the ingredients taste good, they taste even better all mushed up in a bowl. What do you think your stomach does with them?

Anyway, tonight I went overboard and made a very midwest dish, and I thought I'd share it with you, since I apparently made enough to feed myself for about a week, it will be on my mind until I digitally vomit it at you. And until you try it, you can't dismiss it, because I assure you it is DELICIOUS.

I picked up a roasted chicken from the store, and brought it home, pulled all the meat off of it in small chunks, and tossed them in a pot. Then I cut up green peppers, onion, and tomato. All seems pretty normal so far. Then I made a big pot of mac and cheese, and poured that into what I can only call a food bucket at this point. Sensing that something was missing, I was inspired to add half a jar of salsa. Ah yes, the consistency is becoming very nice. I followed this with a large can of pinto beans. And a bit of garlic. And a dash of tapatio.

I was now left with a vat of fine midwest cuisine. Of course, this sort of thing is only truly midwest once you serve it over toast, but I didn't have any, so I munched on it out of a bowl. Nectar of the gods, I tell you.