![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpThis never happens, so I'm totally documenting it for posterity. You know, for those times when I can drop the bomb and say, "Remember that one time, that one time way back in late 2004..."
I'm cooking. Right now. I never cook. In fact, it can be said that I mostly detest cooking. I like baking just fine. Actually, I rather enjoy baking. But not cooking. The idea of taking an hour or more to prepare a meal that you can wolf down in minutes irritates me. So does the idea of coming home from an exhausting day of work and needing to chop, stir, prepare. I am totally a box cook, a frozen bag cook, a call-the-pizza-place cook. And not a very good one at that.
I tend to enter relationships with good cooks, people who like cooking. It started with my brother. He is an excellent cook. Likewise, A. not only enjoyed cooking but was quite good at it, often experimenting with new recipes and not afraid to do some major work in the kitchen. My Jennifer is also quite the cook, and usually enjoys it. I don't think she really enjoys it after standing on her feet all day, though. Does anyone? Still, on those days where she works opening shift and is home at 7, she usually cooks. On the days she closes and gets home at 10, we fend for ourselves. This translates (usually) into my foraging for leftovers or food of randomness, and she comes home and nibbles on snacks.
So NOT ONLY are we making dishes for Thanksgiving at my aunt and uncle's tomorrow (pumpkin cranberry bread and broccoli, rice, and cheese casserole), BUT I am also making DINNER. Right now. And it, like, includes ingredients and stuff.
My mission has always been to get Jennifer and me to eat more healthfully, and to also get Jennifer to be less of a meat eater. I've already succeeded in making her tolerate tofu, a feat of which I am immensely proud. Someday I hope to help her fall in love with a number of vegetarian dishes, so that we can drop the meat-eating to a minimum. (Only at restaurants and friends' houses would be my ultimate goal, but I'll take what I can get.) So maybe if I become a better vegetarian cook, it will help my cause.
Tonight I'm going to try to make some fried rice with tofu in the spiffy wok. I have a bag of stir-fry asian vegetables from Trader Joe and I also opened a can of TJ pineapple chunks (no preservatives, yay!). Against Jen's personal tastes, I'm also using brown rice. (Dudes, white rice is lame! Everything good's been stripped!) Hopefully it will turn out good, so that she'll like it and agree that we should be groovy, healthy chicks who eat way less meat and lots of organic stuff! (I think watching Supersize Me might have helped my cause, too!)
Wouldn't it be cool if I became an awesome veggie cook in the process? Then I could be SUPER CRUNCHY REBEL ORGANIC HIPPIE ALTERNAMOM!
I'm cooking. Right now. I never cook. In fact, it can be said that I mostly detest cooking. I like baking just fine. Actually, I rather enjoy baking. But not cooking. The idea of taking an hour or more to prepare a meal that you can wolf down in minutes irritates me. So does the idea of coming home from an exhausting day of work and needing to chop, stir, prepare. I am totally a box cook, a frozen bag cook, a call-the-pizza-place cook. And not a very good one at that.
I tend to enter relationships with good cooks, people who like cooking. It started with my brother. He is an excellent cook. Likewise, A. not only enjoyed cooking but was quite good at it, often experimenting with new recipes and not afraid to do some major work in the kitchen. My Jennifer is also quite the cook, and usually enjoys it. I don't think she really enjoys it after standing on her feet all day, though. Does anyone? Still, on those days where she works opening shift and is home at 7, she usually cooks. On the days she closes and gets home at 10, we fend for ourselves. This translates (usually) into my foraging for leftovers or food of randomness, and she comes home and nibbles on snacks.
So NOT ONLY are we making dishes for Thanksgiving at my aunt and uncle's tomorrow (pumpkin cranberry bread and broccoli, rice, and cheese casserole), BUT I am also making DINNER. Right now. And it, like, includes ingredients and stuff.
My mission has always been to get Jennifer and me to eat more healthfully, and to also get Jennifer to be less of a meat eater. I've already succeeded in making her tolerate tofu, a feat of which I am immensely proud. Someday I hope to help her fall in love with a number of vegetarian dishes, so that we can drop the meat-eating to a minimum. (Only at restaurants and friends' houses would be my ultimate goal, but I'll take what I can get.) So maybe if I become a better vegetarian cook, it will help my cause.
Tonight I'm going to try to make some fried rice with tofu in the spiffy wok. I have a bag of stir-fry asian vegetables from Trader Joe and I also opened a can of TJ pineapple chunks (no preservatives, yay!). Against Jen's personal tastes, I'm also using brown rice. (Dudes, white rice is lame! Everything good's been stripped!) Hopefully it will turn out good, so that she'll like it and agree that we should be groovy, healthy chicks who eat way less meat and lots of organic stuff! (I think watching Supersize Me might have helped my cause, too!)
Wouldn't it be cool if I became an awesome veggie cook in the process? Then I could be SUPER CRUNCHY REBEL ORGANIC HIPPIE ALTERNAMOM!
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2004-11-25 03:06 pm (UTC)I love broccoli casserole.
Someone once told me I cook like a vegetarian Amish person and I think that's pretty damn accurate. Mmm casseroles and stale bread as an ingredient!
no subject
Date: 2004-11-26 02:33 pm (UTC)Holy crap, that's it exactly!!!