My GEMomsperience Experience

I’ll ask you to forgive me but I’m about to tell this story out of sequence.  See, my trip to Louisville started with a whole separate adventure involving a bloggy friend, cucumber spread, and rain.  But in the interest of being somewhat timely, I need to talk about the second part of the trip first.

Actually, I need to preface all of this by saying that when it comes to winning things, my track record sucks.  Giveaways, raffle tickets, lottery scratch offs….I never win.  But like the Maryland Lottery once said, you gotta play to win.  So from time to time I take a chance and hope that Lady Luck smiles upon me.

Most recently this took the form of me entering a contest on the LoveFeast Table blog.   {Tangent}  Do you know the LoveFeast ladies?  Maybe not in real life, but online?  You should.  Kristin and Chris Ann personify what it means to let your passions guide your life and being open to going where that journey takes you.  Take a moment and click on the link over in that there sidebar under B’more Bloggers.  {End Tangent} Anyhow, Love Feast had been invited to participate in GEMomsperience and the folks at GE were letting them bring one of their readers along.  So despite not really understanding what GEMomsperience was, I entered the competition to be their guest at the event.  And guess what?  I freaking won.

Color me giddy.

So what exactly was GEMomsperience?  Unlike that timeshare sales pitch you have to sit through in order to get the free vacation, this was not GE trying to give us a hard sell on their products.  Sure, we got to oooh and aahh over washers, dryers, refrigerators, and induction cook tops.  And maybe we even got to see for ourselves that the Advantium oven will go from zero to well done fillets in 13 minutes flat.  {Tangent}  You really should ask the Googley about Advantium.  It’s the oven equivalent of the swiss army knife…regular oven, convection oven, microwave, and proofing oven.  Unfreaking believable.  {End Tangent} But GE wanted to understand more about our relationship with appliances in real life.

What goes into our decision making when we buy appliances?  What functions are important to us?  What functions would we like to see?  {Tangent}  If a self cleaning microwave ever becomes a commercial reality, you can thank GEMomsperiece.  {End Tangent}.  How do we use the products in our own homes as opposed to how the designers and testers speculate that we will?

It was an opportunity to have a conversation.  To talk with, not to be talked to.

It was also an opportunity to cook with GE’s chefs in their kitchen center.  Chef Brian and Chef Joe made us all feel like pros as they walked us through preparing pan friend chicken breasts, red eye gravy, and micro greens salad.  I have started to stalk their blog waiting for that chicken recipe to go up.  I’m tempted to try and wing it from memory because the results were spectacular.  The red eye gravy recipe came home with me and is demanding that I make it promptly.  Maybe I’ll see if Lady Luck won’t look my way again so soon because BAH needs this dish.  {Tangent} Perhaps if I would have checked this post on the Chefs’ blog BEFORE I arrived in Louisville I might not have had that unfortunate cucumber spread experience. {End Tangent}

I can’t say enough about how well we were treated by GE.  Not just in the tangible things like travel and accommodations.  Yes, it’s nice to be treated like a VIP.  But it’s  nothing compared to the experience of having every person you encounter from the organization genuinely wanting to hear your opinion.  Talk about feeling important.  Big thanks to GE for bringing a diverse group of bloggers together and for giving us an amazing experience.

Now for the disclaimery stuff.  GE covered all of my travel expenses and hotel accommodations.  They provided transportation while in Louisville and basically made me feel like a rock star.  They did not once suggest that I write about my experience.  But I own GE appliances.  I use GE appliances.  So I can speak objectively about my real life experiences with their products. Such as….could someone at GE please tell me why detergent packs refuse to dissolve in my GE dishwasher?  That thing is a godsend to me but it really burns my biscuits to have to run it twice because there’s some kind of fail going on after I close the door.

Next to lastly, a side note to anyone who may at some point have the opportunity to be the guest of a company at an event.  Please do not go around asking for free stuff.  Besides the less than springlike weather during our visit, that was the thing that really gave me chills.  When you’re a guest at someone’s home, you wouldn’t ask them if you can have the silver.   Would you?

Lastly, the folks who made all this happen deserve to be personally thanked.  In a perfect world I would have used that 2.5 hour delay at the airport to write thank you notes to all these people.  But my world in imperfect.  So without further ado, thank you to:

Eddie Martin – Chief Marketing Officer

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Ben Cecil – Merchandising Specialist

Susan Gregory – Product Manager, Global Products

Julie Muennich – Senior Marketing Merchandising Specialist

Shawn Stover – Product Manager, Built –in Cooking Products

Refrigeration:

Casie Banquer – Senior Marketing Merchandising Specialist

Rebecca LaRocque – Training Manager

Monogram Experience Center:

Chef Joe Castro

Chef Brian Logsdon

Entertaining made simple:

Wendy Sommers – Team Leader

Industrial Design:

Marc Hottenroth – Industrial Design Manager

Dishwashers:

John Nichols – Senior Marketing Merchandising Specialist

Paul Riley – Marketing Manager

Laundry:

Peter Pepe – Product General Manager, Clothes Care

Jennifer Schoenegge – Product Manager, Clothes Care

Raegen VanBogaert – Product Manager

Lighting:

Dawn Riedel – Brand Manager

And special sparkly jazz hands to Megan Robison and Nancy Wolff for all of their time and attention to make this a fantastic trip that I will never forget.

Flashback Friday – Pleased To Meet You

Flashback Friday

The following originally appeared on 9/29/08 at Exit 51.

Pleased To Meet You

Happy birthday blog.  You’re officially one year old.  Well officially, you were one year old last month.  I’m just a little late with the party.  Your card?  That must have gotten lost in the mail.

So in the year that I’ve been rambling about this and that, I have absolutely no idea who is reading this.  No, that’s not right.  I know that Miss G and Frau Poshizzle stop by.  But who the heck are the rest of you?  I know somebody’s coming here, wordpress tells me so.

See, there’s this stat function that tells me how many visits I get on any given day.  It also tells me whether visits were direct hits (somebody does have us bookmarked!) or if it was the result of a search of some kind.  The oddest string someone has used to get here  was toxic-plants-berries.  Yeah, I don’t get that one either.  Clearly, they took a wrong turn somewhere.

But the thing it doesn’t tell me is who is on the other side of the computer screen.  And I’m dying to know.  So if you’d be so kind as to drop a quick comment and say hello, I’d be much obliged.

Wood Butter

I try and take good care of all my things.  Clothes, cars, cookware, whatever…if it belongs to me, it’s my responsibility to properly maintain it.  One glaring exception to this rule has been my wooden cooking utensils.

I’m one of those people who knows better but throws the wooden spatulas, spoons, and cutting boards into the dishwasher anyway.  I’m also one of those people who has some gnarly, dried out wooden spatulas, spoons, and cutting boards.

And then, thanks to a series of links I can no longer reconstruct, I landed over at 3191 Miles Apart‘s post about Wood Butter. Actually,  I landed on their post about Spoon Oil but I like the name Wood Butter better.  Within moments of reading the post, I was burning up Twitter, the Googley, and eBay trying to find a source of pure beeswax that could arrive via overnight express.  Because, dear friends, I was on a rescue mission.  I was determined to save my long neglected wooden utensils.

Thanks to eBay, PayPal, and the USPS, I was soon in possession of four ounces of sunshine.  That’s the only way I can describe the smell of pure beeswax.  Sweet and warm with just a hint of green.  Heady stuff to be sure.

Wax was melted, mineral oil was heated, and the two were introduced to the inside of a quart Ball jar.  After stirring and cooling, it was time to get down to business. I soon learned less is more when working with wood butter because a little goes a lot farther than I had expected.  Spoons, spatulas, and board received a Wood Butter massage and were set aside to rest and relax.  A day later, excess Wood Butter was buffed away with a clean dish towel and the utensils were put back in the drawer.

Now, when I open that drawer, I’m not greeted by the gnarly shrieks of dried out spoons and spatulas.  Instead, I could swear I hear contented sighs and get the faintest whiff of sunshine.

Want to experience the miraculous powers of Wood Butter?  You’re in luck.  Since my stash of Wood Butter far exceeds my wooden utensils inventory, I’m going to give some away.  To enter, leave a comment below confessing whether you too are guilty of crimes against your wooden utensils.  Entries must be received by midnight on April 30th.  The randomly selected winner will be announced on May 1st.

Want to make your own Wood Butter?  Keep reading.

Wood Butter

BAH Note:  If you have a great farmer’s market, check there for a source of local pure beeswax.  Since I did my searching in February, I had better luck over on eBay.  Mineral oil can be found at the drug store or supermarket near the laxatives.  If you want to scale down the size of your batch of Wood Butter, use a 4:1 ratio – four ounces of mineral oil to each ounce of beeswax.  My wax came in individual one ounce bars.  If yours is larger you may want to break it into smaller chunks.

  • 4 ounces pure beeswax
  • 16 ounces mineral oil

Bring a saucepan of water to a gentle boil.  Place your beeswax inside a one quart glass jar  and set the jar in the simmering water.  While the wax is melting, place the mineral oil inside another large glass jar.

Once all the wax has melted, carefully remove the jar from the saucepan and set it aside making sure to place a dish towel or pot holder under the bottom of the jar before setting it down.  Set the jar of mineral oil into the simmering water until it has warmed a bit.

Carefully remove the jar of mineral oil from the pan and pour the oil into the melted wax.  Stir with a wooden skewer until the two are thoroughly combined and allow to cool completely.  The final product will thicken and turn opaque.  Seal your jar tightly with a lid.

A Rebuttal to Food 52

Dear Amanda, I spent a good bit of time today reading your essay and the subsequent comments regarding Google’s Recipe Search.  Thank you for adding your voice to the conversation.

In general, I agree with most of your essay.  But as a someone who does not have the resources to focus on blogging as my full time career, I take exception to your suggestion that “a very simple place to start is by tracking the number of comments relative to pageviews, the number of Facebook likes a recipe has garnered, or how often a recipe has been shared.”

While Google’s approach doesn’t take quality into account, a structure built around comments, page views, likes, and stars turns a search into a popularity contest destined to be dominated by the power bloggers and mega sites.  How is a small blogger supposed to compete with the likes of Smitten Kitchen, Pioneer Woman, and even Food 52 within those parameters?

Providing quality content is no guarantee that the page views will come.  Sometimes it takes luck, fairy dust, or the right person seeing a post Stumbled to start generating the buzz that initially gets bloggers noticed.  I blog because I want to blog not because I want to play the social media game and get bogged down in the need to be heard on Twitter, Facebook, StumbleUpon, FoodBuzz, and the countless other sites that people look to for validation.  I tried it.  And I didn’t like how it turned something I do because I enjoy it into a competition. It shouldn’t be about me vs. you or us vs. them…but it feels like it is.

I believe the logic that say “a recipe with 74 comments is almost certainly better than one that takes 8 minutes to make” is faulty.  Just today there is a lively discussion going on at Tastes Better With Friends about blog commenting.  If we base the definition of quality on the metric of commenting, does one distinguish between the fluffy “looks yummy” comments and the more substantive ones that spark a discussion about skill or technique?  I’ll be the first to admit that comments are hugely validating.  And while I appreciate getting the fluffy ones because it lets me know that I’m not merely speaking out into the void, I love the ones that show someone took the time to read what I had written and found a way to connect to it.  It might not even have anything to do with the recipe being posted.  Are 70 fluffy comments worth more than 4 that further the conversation?

As a food blogger it is my responsibility to truthfully represent the recipes I post in terms of time and effort.  As a food blog reader, it’s ultimately up to me to determine whether the recipe I’ve found online meets my definition of quality.  Quality = subjective.  For some people, that’s going to be about opening cans and microwaving sides while for others it’s going to be about locally sourced this and organic that.  Who am I to judge?

I’m a home cook.  Five days a week I do look for quick and easy recipes that fit my lifestyle.  And there’s nothing wrong with that. Just because I do use quick and easy recipes to make my weekday life easier, that in no way precludes me from jumping in to a more challenging and time consuming recipe on the weekends.  But we all cook for different reasons.  For some, it’s merely fuel for the body, consumed on the run between a string of part time jobs cobbled together to make ends meet.  For others, it’s a leisurely undertaking that feeds the soul. It’s a big enough internet that there’s room for all of us and the websites that meet our needs.

Ultimately, I choose how my name is associated with my online content.  While I may never enjoy the commercial success achieved by other food bloggers, that doesn’t mean that I am not successful at what I do.  It makes me sad that we have collectively redefined success to mean being ranked on the first page of a Google search.  Saying you’re not successful if you aren’t ranked first in a web search is like saying you’re not a good cook if you don’t have top of the line appliances.  These things are merely tools.  How we use them, and the power we give them to rule our lives, is completely up to us.

Sincerely,

Wendi @ BAH

Flashback Friday – Wheel Of Fortune

Flashback Friday

The following originally appeared on 8/28/08 at Exit 51.

Wheel Of Fortune

After the (mis)adventures getting my pictures entered into the Maryland State Fair, my hope was that at least one of my entries would win a prize.  Yes, I thought some of my pictures were awesome.  But was my ‘awesome’ and the judges’ ‘awesome’ the same thing? Continue reading “Flashback Friday – Wheel Of Fortune”

If It Ain’t Broke

The following originally appeared on 5/18/09 at Exit 51.

If It Ain’t Broke

I’m particular about all sorts of things.  From the way the dishwasher is loaded to which tshirts get folded and which get hung.  Basically, I like things the way I like them.  SFC can attest to that.   And when I’m forced to make a change, I get all out of sorts.  We’ve been in our house for three years and I’m just finally starting to get beyond the fact that my jeans have to be hung instead of being neatly folded and stacked.  That’s the downside of living in a small house that lacks closet space.

I guess you could say I subscribe to the notion of “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”.  New Coke?  I didn’t believe for one minute that it was just as good as Old Coke.  You’d think that the Coke folks would have learned from that fiasco, and yet now they have Coke Zero. Really, what the heck were you thinking?  If you have to spend millions of dollars in advertising to get me to believe that Coke Zero tastes the same as regular Coke, then clearly your product isn’t what you claim it is.  Move on and take that black labeled abomination with you.  I’ll stick to my happy red can, thank you very much.

But what about when I love a product and it suddenly disappears?  No warning, just gone.  I’m talking to you Starbucks.  First, you got me hooked on your After Coffee Mints.

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More powerful than a “curiously strong” Altoid, smaller than a Tic-Tac, it was the perfect mint.  Ok sure, you redesigned the container along the way and that didn’t sit too well at first.  But I stuck with you.  And I even learned to appreciate the beauty of the redesign.  No longer would the bottom of my purse be filled with wayward linty mints because the tin opened wide and said “ahhhh”.  And it was even easier to get my mint fix while driving because the new tin let me shake them out one or two at a time.  No more fumbling around trying to get my fingers in the case and not knock mints in my lap or under the seat.  Yes, I came to see the beauty of the redesign.

Then you took it away. And what did you give me instead?  You gave me this.

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And you really expect me to believe that these horse pills you call Classic Mints are comparable to my petite After Coffee Mints?  As if.  First of all, these things are ginormous.  After being conditioned to your ACM, this is like shoving a hockey puck in my mouth.  Second, they taste nothing alike.  The ACM packed a wallop of pure peppermint flavor.  The CM?  I might as well be sucking on a Starlight Mint.  Guess which one lists peppermint oil and menthol as ingredients and which one  just says natural and artificial flavors?  And by your own Nutrition Facts, 1 of the ACM counts as a serving (with 100 servings to a container) while it takes 3 of the CM (at only 10 servings per container).  So you’ve locked me into paying more and getting less.  Oh you’re clever all right.

But don’t go thinking that I will blindly follow you down this path.  You can keep your Classic Mints with its obscenely large tin that spills mints everywhere once you slide the top back.  As a point of information, this is not at all user friendly.

See, I’ve still got a few of those lovely After Coffee Mint tins.  And I think they are the perfect size to hold your competitor’s mini-Altoids.  At least those folks know that when something works, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

Flashback Friday – Goal Tending

Flashback Friday

The following originally appeared on 8/25/08 at Exit 51

Goal Tending

I refuse to come out and say how much weight I hope to lose on South Beach.  The idea of being fixated on a number is not how I want to live.  Why should I turn a choice to eat healthier into a numbers game?  The scale should be a tool, not a dreaded frenemy. Continue reading “Flashback Friday – Goal Tending”

RealiTV

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The following originally appeared on 6/1/09 at Exit 51.

RealiTV

It really should come as no surprise that television takes a few liberties with reality.  If you hit pause on your dvr at the end of most any game show or “reality” competition, you will see the fine print that says portions have been edited.  Well duh. But that distortion of reality is a double edged sword.

One the one hand, who would sit through the unedited hours and hours of footage that it takes to produce a single episode of Survivor or The Amazing Race?  Not me.  But on the other hand, how can we know what happens in the moments that we don’t see?  There’s the rub.  We are given a highly processed view of “reality” that may be skewed in order to shape our perceptions and attitudes.  There’s another word for that – propaganda.  I doubt that the television producers have a sinister masterplan to take over the world via the current season of The Bachelor.  But they definitely are trying to manipulate our opinions to make “better” television.

No genre of television program is immune to the edit.  Not even something as supposedly straight forward as a cooking show.  Think about it, how often do you see Paula Deen or Rachel Ray commit a kitchen foul?  Take a few moments to ponder that?  The Minimalist has an interesting piece about that topic here.

Is it that their skills are so keen that they don’t make mistakes?  Are they the “Heroes” of the kitchen world?  Or is it that their reputations are built upon the assumption that we suspend our disbelief that they are anything but flawless?  If we don’t see any mistakes, then they never happened, right?

Interestingly enough, cooking programs excel in showing us the other side of that picture.  If you stick around to watch to watch the “Who Wants To Be…” type shows, you see another kind of reality.  You see the kind of reality that you can not only understand, but can relate to.  Challenge after challenge, something goes wrong.  Meat gets burned, dishes are undercooked, or overcooked, jars break, people cut themselves.  Some mistakes you can bounce back from.  Other send you home.  Unfortunately, these realities are edited to make us think the contestants are not capable.  When really, they are just human.

So what should we take away from this idea of RealiTV?  At a minimum, we shouldn’t take it too seriously.  Take it as inspiration for what you love to do.  So if you love diy projects, watch the shows to get ideas.  But don’t think that because Ty and his crew can build a McMansion in seven days that you are somehow deficient if it takes you a month to tile your backsplash.  And if your love is cooking, watch the shows for the recipes.  Just don’t assume that your plate of deep fried butter is going to look exactly like Paula’s.  Remember, she’s got a producer, and editor, professional lighting and fancy food stylists.  You’ve got reality and I think that tastes better any day.

Flashback Friday – Amazing Race (Maryland State Fair)

Flashback Friday

 

The following originally appeared on 8/22/08 at Exit 51.

Amazing Race (Maryland State Fair)

Sometimes in this life you gotta think on your feet.  By nature, I’m a planner.  I like to know how I’m going to get from Point A to Point B in advance.  When I plot out a route, I pretty much commit to it and dislike last minute change of plans.  This is one reason I would not do well on The Amazing Race.  You know the premise.  Put people in situations where they must overcome a series of detours and road blocks to reach their final destination.  The last to arrive face Philimination.  In the most unlikely of settings, I ran my very own Amazing Race – Maryland State Fair Style. Continue reading “Flashback Friday – Amazing Race (Maryland State Fair)”

Customer Service

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The following originally appeared on 6/8/09 at Exit 51.

Customer Service

Last year for Christmas, I asked Santa to bring me a tricked out Tovolo spatula.  I had first seen it in Cook’s Illustrated where it was rated a Best Buy. Since I thought of CI as Consumer Reports for the kitchen, I figured that they had conveyed their Best Buy status after thorough testing and it would be a welcome addition to my utensil drawer.  Although, I am still questioning their Best Buy designation in 2007 of the Chefmate dutch oven.  Staining issues aside, I don’t think a Best Buy product should be showing chips out of the enamel after only two years.  It’s not as though I’m using a  drillbit to stir things around in there. Which gets us back to Tovolo.

It wasn’t as though I NEEDED another spatula.  Yes, I have been known to utterly ruin spatulas.  Like the time I was making candy and the silicone head popped clean off after the hard ball stage was reached.  SFC does his fair share of destruction to kitchen tools as well.  He tends to leave them propped on the side of hot pots and pans.  Both of our pancake spatulas have burns and welts that any self respecting CSI team could match up to our cookware.

So I saw the Tovolo as the best of all worlds.  The stainless steel handle would prevent any more utensil abuse by SFC and heat resistant to 600 degrees would ensure that no spatulas would be harmed in any future candy making foolishness.

It was love at first sight.  You know how right a heavy pan feels when you pick it up?  Solid and sturdy?  You know you’re destined to be together forever.  That was how I felt about my Tovolo.  But then one day, suddenly, it all went wrong.  As I was cooking, I noticed a big chunk missing from the silicone.  I looked closer and there was a second smaller gash and a cut.  This was definitely not good.

So what do you do?  Besides fish through the food and hope that there’s no surprises lurking at the bottom of the pan that is.  If you’re me, you get in touch with the manufacturer.  I hate how disposable our society is even though I know I am just as guilty as the next guy of buying a replacement instead of fixing what I have.  I’m trying to get better about that though.  Have I ever told you that my blender is over 50 years old?  It is and it still works like a charm.

Unfortunately, in this case, there was no fixing Tovolo.  And so I wondered if the manufacturer would stand behind its product or just brush me off with some standard form reply.  Not only did they stand behind their product and replace my sassy red spatula with a brand new one, they even gave me a happy blue one to keep it company in the drawer.  How did they know blue is my favorite color?

Too often it seems like companies forget what customer service is about.  Cheers to Tovolo for keeping it real.

Now, I wonder if I’ll be high enough on Santa “Nice” list this year to score a a new Le Crueset dutch oven because that Chefmate is really making me nervous.