Guess what? We are officially a pro-panko household.
My dad was right. This stuff is great. Tonight I made oven-fried panko chicken and Avo and I were both won over by the light and crispy texture of Japanese bread crumbs.
"I feel like we're eating at a Japanese restaurant," I told Avo, since we also had salad with miso dressing and rice with soy sauce. "I should be wearing my Kimono."
Years ago for one of my birthdays, Avo bought me a beautiful Kimono that I have only worn once or twice on Halloween.
(To set the scene, you should note that while we ate, the girls were eating popcorn and watching "The Brady Bunch" on DVD).
Then, right after our lovely panko-inspired dinner, Avo confronted me with something that's been bothering him.
"I see that you got this (pointing to a brand new container of sea salt) when we already have all of that (pointing to an old container of kosher salt)."
"Well, some recipes call for sea salt," I said, defending my purchase.
"Oh, we've reached that point, have we?"
"Apparently, we have," I said.
"I'm living with Alice Waters!"
And then I headed out to buy a pint of chocolate chip Haagen Dazs.
I am guessing that Alice Waters makes her own ice cream.