It’s snowing AGAIN and if I was feeling poetic I would say that it looks like dream world inside a magical snowglobe and if I was feeling optimistic I would say that snow is an equalizer and your lawn looks just as great as your neighbours; I am feeling neither. It’s sparkling fields of endless white. Beautiful but it’s wreaking havoc with our dinner time. All that white everywhere, I feel the need to cook the spiciest the most colourful food that can be politely squeezed onto a plate. However, my daughter was born with tastebuds in her fingertips and they have gone into overdrive – she just needs to wave her genetically modified fingertips in the general vicinity of her plate to know that she will ABSOLUTELY hate what has been set before her.
Tonight though was a red letter day – the meal was an absolute success. Everyone loved it – it was a new recipe that I found an hour before dinner. Salsafied Chicken and Rice – for a burrito fiesta meal. Instead of using instant rice, I used brown; I used homemade stock; I added a pinch of this spice and that spice; I removed the cheese……you get the picture: I cooked with reckless abandon and now I must pay the price. I made a meal that received 100% approval and I’ll never be able to replicate again.
My life is so tough and Baaj has zero sympathy.
Currently reading: Happier at Home by Gretchen Rubin, feel free to point and laugh at me.