It's only been a couple of days since I last posted about cooking, but I was overly ambitious in my grocery purchases last week--not thinking that fresh vegetables have a shelf life--and rather than spacing out ingredients for particular recipes, I just got everything at once.
Now I know why that's not a good idea.
Nevertheless, I have ingredients that I don't want to go bad, so I'm on a cooking kick.
Today, I made guacamole (my second batch in two days), kale chips, and sautéed mushrooms that I put on toast with feta. I have plenty of leftovers for meals this week, and still more veggies to use, but I'm making a dent.
The thing that I wanted to write about, and the big surprise of the day, is that I'm actually enjoying cooking. It may have taken me THIRTY YEARS, but I've finally discovered that joy can come from cooking. I'd ask, "Who knew?" but clearly whoever wrote that book knew...and the millions of people who've ever purchased it.
I'm not that dedicated yet.
However, I was texting someone a photo of the Coconut Curried Cauliflower dish I made on Friday, and autocorrect changed "Curried" to "Currier," which my friend pointed out means I'm already naming dishes after myself.
There's only one chef in the Currier household, and that's the Judge, but I did feel honored that autocorrect thinks so highly of my skills.