Tag: cooking

A tale as old as fire

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We’ve been bad lately. Few of our meals have been home cooked the last few weeks. It begs the question: has my mood driven our dinner selection, was it the other way around, or were we involved in a tragic dinner-depression feedback loop?

Begging or not, that’s not really why I’m writing. I’m writing because we didn’t have salsa.

“Holy hot sauce Batman!”

The thing is, I was ready to bust out of my funk. I was ready to go toe to toe with the blue mood. I was going to make us some dinner, everyone was going to sit down around our new/old table, and they were going to love it – and me.

I oiled up my pan, got ready to chop an onion, and let my mouth water at the thought of the southwestern dish I was ready to whip up.

No salsa.

It’s the story of my life.

Confession – I am a child

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I am childlike. In some contexts this statement could be seen as a compliment. It’s not meant to be one this time.

I hate to cook. I love to cook.

I hate the idea of cooking on the drive home, after a particularly long day at the office. Once I get home and start slinging pots, pans and ingredients… I’m in love.

I’m not particularly creative, daring, or good. But I’ll take the occasional chance. Like tonight. I don’t know if I’ll be able to replicate one of tonight’s dishes – if anyone wants me to when it’s finished. I lost track of spices. All I know is I started with rinsed quinoa and chicken broth.

If I were more mature, I think I’d look forward to cooking. I’d see through the haze of fatigue to something I enjoy. It would be something I’d look forward to after a bad day.

I suppose none of that matters now though. Right now I’m having fun.