It’s 4:18 and I’m on a reverse schedule. Normally I’m a morning person, up early and take out the dog, make breakfast and get to work. Here I am in the middle of the night thinking about our lives and how I’m going to make the baby red potatoes I boiled the other day for breakfast.
Yes, I think about such things. Like a chef in the walk-in, I look at my frig and decide what to make with what we have. Yesterday, I only had one cup of rice and my husband asked why? I said that in case we need to move we need to use our pantry and we have a cup of rice. He laughed and said rice was one thing we don’t need to worry about as it travels well.
He’s not worried. He wants to send me to Saudi Arabia where I am not even a person!
My father always asked why all we talked about at family events was food. It was putting three meals per day on perhaps 15 plates, breakfast first. Then we figured out what to do, or normally had it planned. But we had no money. We had to buy food and cook it. So while we might eat out one meal, we had to do another.
Even if we saw the ocean or a great museum, everything revolves around food. It always has and always will. When a person can take a pill for dinner, I put up my knives and hands and bid goodbye to not an American institution, but a worldwide one that won’t be able to afford the “dinner pill.” I’ll go there and cook. Keep cooking good food for yourself and your families, Dee
Cooking with Dee 