The beginning of it all
This is a blog about cooking. Well, really, it is a blog about life, and life happens to involve cooking, so that is as good of a starting theme as any.
I am almost divorced. For those of you who haven't gone through this process, it isn't much fun, but it is way better than an unhappy marriage. And my marriage wasn't really so happy. Among many things, my wife really didn't like me, and constantly blamed me for all evils in the world.
For example, she told me I was OCD. The reasons were quite evident... I didn't like dishes sitting in the sink for more than a day. So after cooking I meal I would clean up. That would piss her off. I also don't like counters to be dirty. I like to be able to see them, the table, and the floors. I think laundry should be put away, and not just left in piles in all rooms. And if a dirty dish, say a pan used for cooking eggs, were left out for a week and started to grow, well that would really drive me crazy. So as you can see, I am OCD. (I should reiterate, I was happy to do the cleaning myself... it isn't like I was forcing her to do so.)
There were many other things she blamed me for, including being antisocial, arrogant, unemotional, accusatory, and so forth. Maybe. But since this is my blog, this is my point of view.
Many, by contrast, would consider me a good catch. Self made millionaire, athletic, artistic, very well educated, and generally a nice guy. And now that I have my own place again and a lovely set of friends, I can consider myself to be a good catch again and not fundamentally flawed. It is a nice feeling.
But I am heading away from the topic.
As part of being on my own again, I am able to do things my way. So I keep my house clean (yesterday my 4 year old and I cleaned the fridge out head to toe, for example) and I cook meals from scratch.
Perhaps part of this is from how I grew up -- my mom always cooked from scratch -- and part of it is a reaction against the meals my kids (two girls, 4 and 8) typically get at their mom's -- Kraft & cans. But also, I fundamentally believe that food is an important part of life.
There is a scene in Diva in which one of the characters -- I believe Gorodish -- is cooking and he talks about the Zen of the art of buttering bread. I really liked that line, and for me it represents and important part of cooking. The energy you put in to cooking comes out as you eat. So if you approach cooking with a positive and healing energy, that will become part of the food. If you serve food from a can, well you are serving the energy of can.
Now, you may think I am nuts. If so, so be it. You can always talk with my ex.
But if you think this makes sense, read on.
Because I now have my own kitchen, and I can stay up late cooking if I want and not be criticized, well I do. So in this blog you will learn about what I am cooking, as well as many other things. And if you were my girlfriend, this is what you would be eating :)
Now, I should mention that if you are interested in that position, you are welcome to drop me a line. But it is currently filled by a very very very wonderful person, so while I am happy to write and meet new friends, I'm also very much hoping that I never need another girlfriend. But that is also a topic for another day, and certainly not one I want my ex reading about.
Since I have the kids this weekend, I chose a meal that I thought would be reasonably kid friendly, yet still be fresh, nutritious and a little different. This evenings recipes come from Spa Food, which is a lovely cook book and for some reason no longer in print and hard to find.
So, for dinner tonight we had Leek and Potato Soup, Broiled Tomatoes with a Garlic/Herb Sauce, Grand Marnier Souffles, and Strawberry Ice Cream. (Made with Cuisinart Ice Cream Maker, which I also highly recommend.)
This was a relatively easy meal ... probably about 40 minutes or so of cooking in all and then of course all of the clean up work ... so certainly much simpler than many of the meals I've made lately.
I thought it was quite good. My kids on the other hand:
8 year old: The soup is really good, but I prefer it from a can.
4 year old: I hate tomatoes.
8 year old: This souffle tastes like eggnog. It is too rich.
8 year old: This ice cream is as good as the stuff from a box.
So you can see, it is all worth it.
But, if you happen to join me for dinner sometime, and you are over the age of 8, you might appreciate it.
Tomorrow I'm hoping to make Bialy's, using the Kossar recipe. And who knows what else.
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