Having some luck with my return to the kitchen. I love cooking! I scour cookbooks planning and improvising. So rewarding to create something from from virtually nothing. What is the appeal? Is it art? Is it nesting? Is it appetite? Who knows.There is something about a house filled with the smell of baking bread, a savory gratin, or just a plain old roasted chicken. I guess it's part of the sense of home, family, and the holidays.
Less take-out, less Chipotle, less of the Ukrops "dinner for two" bags, fewer trips to Tenjinmura, and less "BDubs". More mess, more work, more trips to the store, and much more satisfaction (did I list more pounds?), and more money in the bank. (well sort of..if you don't count that new mixer...the new pans...err..um...)
What's good is sharing it with the parents, friends, and Brandon's office. What's bad is forgetting to share it and having a new glass cake stand and dome donning our island. Yup. I feel like it is the counter at a sweets shop. Now, I've got to have a weekly special in there otherwise it's just sadly empty. Nothing like pumpkin pound cake, banana bread, or good ol' tollhouse cookies on hand for quick treats to share...or not to share.
