Do you remember sleeping on a really cheap sofa bed, where every rail hits you in the wrong place and there is no rest to be had? I do.
Today I went to a good mechanic to get my husband’s snow tires put on, and whatever other maintenance was on the schedule. It took 2.5 hours and their chairs looked comfortable, but the padding belied wooden supports that just kill your butt.
When it was done they said they needed four more hours for other work needed in the next three months but it was so cold in there my teeth were chattering and my butt was sore so there was no way I was staying.
The entire time I pored through cooking magazines I’d bought and never got a chance to read. Well, not the entire time, maybe half of it as conversations were going with two other local women, a very interesting morning.
Saveur, Food and Wine, formerly Gourmet, I love reading those odes to cooking. Of course the food tastes wonderful and looks great, too, but you’re also dressed and having a fantastic dinner party. It transforms one who is making dinner for a husband into a chef, for a moment.
As my many cookbooks are in storage and have been for nearly three years, what I don’t find online in terms of new ideas, I get magazines and when I want to look up old memories I get the cookbooks I already own out of the local library.
How about that for cooking inventiveness? Cheers and as Jacques Pepin would say, Happy Cooking! Dee
Cooking with Dee 