You know that old cliche about how you either eat to live or live to eat? Well, I think I live to cook. Don't get me wrong, I'll happily chow down on something you made, too. But all the while I'll be thinking about how I can shamelessly rip it off, what I might have do differently. Depending on who you are, I might also be composing snarky little missives in my head which I will one day post on a blog (I think I just nixed any future dinner party invitations with that little one). I have a perfectly healthy obsession with Food Network. I read and re-read cookbooks--but I don't follow recipes. Cooking is a hobby and a way of living for me.
I'm also a first time mom, a wife, and a full time counselor. So while I love to cook, and delight in new ingredients and techniques, there's a definate part of me that wonders why dinner has to come so inconveniently every single night! I'm fortunate to have an understanding husband with an adventurous palate and a love of cooking as well. When we were first married, we cooked together a lot. Now we are more likely to take turns, as our baby girl has strong feelings about her own dinner, her playmates (read: parents) and cuddle priorities. Sometimes she'll sit in her exersaucer and watch mommy and daddy cook, but it's a work in progress.
So why am I blogging, when I so clearly have very little free time and a pile of undone laundry? That's simple, gentle reader. I have this wonderful BA in English (magna cum laude)just languishing away on the shelf, I'm a compulsive communicator, I type absurdly fast and, like most cooks, am enamored with the culinary genious dripping from my ears and pooling under the kitchen table.
SO... here I am, world. I'm rolling up my sleeves and preheating my oven. I don't know exactly what this will be, but only that it will be. We'll take it a step at a time and figure it out as we go along. Feel free to comment, you fabulous people you, because I like to know there's someone out there. For tonight, that's all; be well and I will be back soon.