I don’t mention it much on this blog, but I love to cook. In fact, it’s probably my first love after reading and writing, and until last year it’s something I did pretty regularly. My specialty was (and is) deserts, but I’m pretty good with vegetarian entrees. I even applied to culinary school about seven years ago, got accepted, and was even offered a grant. Then I spent a summer working in a restaurant kitchen and was cured of that career interest.
But one of the things I missed most while living in the rental, with half our stuff in boxes, was being able to cook as often as I used to. Well, now we’re having or first guest. The hubby’s brother is in town for a job training and coming for dinner. So I’ll be in the kitchen “gettin’ my burn on” this evening.
Actually, the hubby is taking care of the entree (a meat dish, because the rest of the family is non-vegetarian) and the desert. So I dug back into my recipe file for the vegetable and starch dishes and came up with sweet potato fries with garlic and herbs and grilled zucchini & summer squash with basil-parmesan dressing.
But what I really want to do, and I know I will eventually, is to get back into baking. Then I can break out my apple-ginger upside down cake and my marbled sweet-potato cheesecake (that is, if I don’t just opt for my spin on sweet-potato pie instead). And come time to cook for school bake sales and such, I’ll make my chocolate chunk-caramel cookies.
The thing is I’ll probably need to practice these dishes a bit first. Then there’s the question of what do do with all the deserts in the house. Oh well, I hope no one in my office is going on a diet anytime soon…