Cooking

I've always fancied myself as someone who plays around in the kitchen and comes up with some pretty good food. Until I watched "Julie and Julia" today. Great movie, by the way - congrats to the author (whose blog is really quite entertaining).

I realized that I don't cook as much as I used to. I was talking to the BF the other night and realized that I haven't cooked him that many meals - whereas I was always cooking for my exes. He and I just eat out too much, which completely separates the need for food and desire of food. I wonder how many people just eat automatically, without enjoying. I figure if I ate better food, I'd enjoy food more for what it is - an art - and focus more on what it can be than what it is.

Does that make sense?

Anyway, I decided to cook when I got home from the movie. The problem is that my pantry and freezer and fridge are relatively devoid of inspirational ingredients, so my meal was a hodgepodge of whatever I could find: fresh kale sauteed in a lemon-white wine-caper-butter sauce (leftover from Tuesday night's original chicken-in-the-above-sauce meal), chicken grilled on the George Forman (with a bit of grill herbs and seasonings on it) and Israeli cous-cous seasoned with a Mediterranean dressing. Completely random combination there!

I think my new goal is to cook one new meal a week, and then see where that goes. I'm scouring all of my collected recipes and books and will come up with dinner Monday night - for tonight and tomorrow night we're off to see Shakespeare and Sunday night is dinner at Mom's.

Cheers!