The missing element of my life
With my insane travel schedule, one of the things I miss more than anything else is being able to cook. As much as I enjoy going out to eat—and I didn’t get this body eating at McDonalds—I still will take a home-cooked meal over almost anything. There is something about the process involved that is cathartic and pleasurable, regardless of the outcome.
Last weekend, I had some friends over for dinner for the first time in, well, nearly forever. It wasn’t anything fancy, but I was in the mood to bake, so I made a coconut cake with a seven-minute icing:
Tonight, even though it was just me, I decided to do something my friend David had recommended, and that was to cook together (sorta) chicken thighs, portabella mushrooms, rosemary and some chicken stock. There’s a bit more to it than that, but it turned out well, and I served it to a table set for one with some fresh corn-on-the-cob and brown and red rice:
All that and a glass of flinty New Zealand Riesling.
Next to my sanity, cooking is what I miss the most.
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Maybe this coming weekend! Just to decide on the flavor. Perhaps peach, if I can put my hands on some fresh peaches. Arlington Farmer’s Market here I come.
You’re quite the cook, Sir. I’m sure that the lucky few who’ve had the opportunity to taste your creations salivate for the next opportunity.
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No homemade ice cream??