Since I’ve started writing, I’ve become a total slug in the kitchen. Okay, so I’ve never been a gourmet cook, but when our kids were home, we had a home-cooked meal most every night.
Then I started writing. Hello? Anybody notice that the writing profession takes TIME? It started out slowly at first. Even I didn’t notice that I hadn’t frequented the kitchen as often as before. Oh, I ventured in when I needed a bottled water from the fridge or a snack, but it wasn’t until I noticed cobwebs on my spice bottles that it hit me. I don’t cook anymore.
Now, before you get all hoity-toity about the fact that you throw potatoes in a kettle every night, let me just say that my husband and I eat well. We have merely changed where we eat. We now enjoy somebody else’s kitchen. I figure why mess up my kitchen when so many others are ready and willing to share their talents with us?
I’m all about helping the arts.
Before I sign off, I will admit that the autumn and winter seasons do spark my love for cooking. There’s nothing like homemade bread baking in the oven. (yeah, right--we haven’t smelled that scent in years). Then there’s always chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven (okay, this one we know—it’s our breakfast of choice).
All that to say, whether you eat out a lot or lend your creative flair to the kitchen, it’s all good. And if you have any great recipes, send them my way. I love to cook when I have the time.