Well, I certainly didn’t intend to disappear for quite so
long. I certainly didn’t starve over the last few weeks, so I should have had something comestible to talk about.
There should be some post-holiday health food I’m totally into, or some kind of
food- or cooking-related resolution for the new year that I’m hoping to stick to.
There ought to be recipe with citrus or celeriac or some other seasonal
ingredient that I’m just crazy about. The most creative thing I’ve put together
in a few weeks, however, is a stove-top macaroni and cheese with some spicy
sausage and leftover caramelized onions thrown in. (It was quite delicious, by
the way.)
I must admit that in reality my whole life (not to mention
my kitchen) is horribly disorganized and slightly confused. Not in a negative
or depressing way. Just in an exhaustingly messy way. I suppose my New Year’s
resolution should be to achieve a particular level of organization. I’m sorry
to say, unfortunately, that I don’t even know where to start!
Perhaps I should drop everything and try the orange pound
cake recipe I have my eye on, or a grapefruit or cranberry cocktail. How about the
quinoa and chickpea casserole with the squash topping or a southwestern chicken
soup? I’ve got all these best-laid plans written down as a sketchy future menu
along with a fish sandwich with pineapple slaw and a broccoli-orange-chipotle
stir fry.
I’ve also got new cookbooks to dig into and plenty of
neglected old ones to get know better. I’ve still got my good ol’ pile of
magazine clippings, a slew of internet bookmarks, and some ideas of my own.
Even if you aren’t as overwhelmed as I am at this point, you’re probably able
to recognize that it’s not only organization but priorities that need better
definition in my cooking life (and probably beyond!). And so I suppose I need a
plan, a method of action, a scheme if you will. Alas, “The best-laid schemes o’
mice an’ men/Gang aft agley,/An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,/ For
promis’d joy!” *
Robert Burns may have been correct, but so was my
grandfather who often said, “You gotta eat something.”
Much of this blog is really about just that, and until I figure out a good
direction to face when improving my organization and my priorities and my cooking, I suppose it will
continue to be so. We’ll just have to see what messes I come up with in the
coming year!
* The whole poem “To a Mouse” is here.
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