Every couple has a story of what brought them together. An introduction, an event or a shared passion. But what keeps two people together…well…for us, there’s always room for two in the kitchen.
I’ve always been a food lover. As a kid I was more apt to pull a block of cheddar cheese and a bottle of mustard out of the refrigerator to top on Triscuits for my after school treat than go hungry until dinner. I entered cooking contests in 4-H, happily took cooking classes in junior high and was known for my sandwich making prowess by my pals in high school. While my college roommates were eating nachos from 7-11 for dinner I was steaming broccoli for Chicken Divan, of which they happily shared in the spoils.
As a waitress through high school and college and then again after graduation and in between figuring out what my “big career” would look like, I learned even more about how to cook from watching real chefs work their magic. How to make drawn butter, what in the heck mise en place meant and how to explain the not so subtle differences between Dover sole and Scottish salmon.
But more importantly, the restaurant is where I met my husband.
There are plenty of different places I find inspiration for tasty vittles that float my boat. A bite of a dish from a favorite restaurant, a mention from a cooking show I see on T.V and then there are these things on the internets called food blogs. Have you ever heard of ‘em?
So when I’m searching for a specific recipe to fix for the fam, it’s usually my fingers that do the walking on my computer’s keyboard.
And while pundits have been plotting the demise of print ever since the internet wiggled it’s way into our information seeking hearts, I say au contraire mo-frair!
I’m still a die hard fan of the printed recipe—whether it’s listed in a favorite cookbook or magazine. And when I’m skimming their pages, that’s usually when inspiration strikes.
Rituals. They come in every style and many colors. Some might call them superstitions, others call them routines. And most every pro sports player won’t go into a game without following theirs. All I know is I think I’m ready to add a few new ones to my day.
I was reading an article in this month’s Esquire about things to do in January, because it’s January. Number 2 on the list of items to improve life and have fun while doing it was the suggestion to engage in a daily ritual. A ritual, not a resolution. I like the sounds of that much better. And just for one month.
Their suggestions sound pretty good:
Read a poem every night,
Walk around the block twice at noon,
Drink a finger of Scotch after dinner.
Does eating a finger of ice cream instead of Scotch count?
It can’t be that hard to come up with a new ritual. After all, I already have a few in the bag.