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DomesticJo Cooks Again |
2003-12-02� �� 2:12 p.m. |
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I�m back in a domestic mood these days, something as shocking to me as it should be to you. There was a time when I had a roommate where I handled the girlie things (cooking, cleaning, and shopping) and shirked responsibility for taking out the garbage, washing the dishes, and killing large bugs.
These days I�m plum-pleased with opening a can from the cupboard and then heating and eating it. Sometimes I play veggie roulette, removing the labels from all of my cans so I have a surprise for dinner. Will it be green beans, or will it be that congealed cranberry sauce that is in no way, shape, or form sauce-y? (Sauce-y, no; however, it is indeed both shaped and formed!) Occasionally I end up opening a surprise can of tomatoes which requires heating a grain of some sort, but dinner is usually a no-frills affair. This greatly contrasts to dinners from three years back. A marinated meat, some veggie, and a starchy side. Casseroles with all sorts of goodies in a cream sauce. Grilled this-and-thats. Goat cheese, kidney beans, and frozen peas over noodles that made a flavorful, adult-like macaroni and cheese. Experiments of the vegetarian and ethnic varieties. On and on and on. I made these elaborate grocery lists based off of meals, allowing for lunchtime leftovers with a slightly different twist. I separated the must-buy items into Produce, Cold, Can, Dry, Frozen, and Miscellaneous categories, and then I arranged them according to the order they appeared in the grocery store. Sick, no? These days I find myself going up each aisle, picking and choosing whatever looks about right. As long as I have a few random cans of stuff and a hearty stock of noodles, I get most of my week�s yum-yums from the produce section. Keeping it simple, no? But then I started thinking: Why did I cut into my free time to cook an actual dinner each night way back when? My auto-answer is that someone else was eating too. [crickets chirping] Another thought, spawned from reading too much women�s lib I received on my birthday from a fellow d-lander: If someone else was enough reason for me to take time to cook actual dinner, why aren�t I worth that effort?! chang! thump! honk! [If you�re curious, Susan B. Anthony tossed me some of her $1 coins, Margaret Sanger showered me with condoms and diaphragms, and Gloria Steinem bought me a bicycle with a horn!] So last night I made a real dinner. I opened a bottle of red wine and poured myself half a glass while tidying up the kitchen. No need to wait for company when there�s good wine to be had! I chopped little tomatoes and tossed them with lettuce (from a bag) in balsamic vinegar. Screw the Wishbone cheap-y, oily dressings. I boiled the *good* noodles from the grocery store�s cold section, and then I tossed it with my enhanced spaghetti sauce (the regular Ragu-type stuff with dried red chilies, oregano, and garlic added). I sat back in my comfy chair, propped my feet up, pushed the kitties away, and enjoyed a most delicious dinner. Today�s lunch: cucumber and tomatoes in red wine vinaigrette. Happy Tuesday, all. Good eats!�
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