Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Honest Cooking

This was supposed to be my big apology post, where I beg my readers' forgiveness and promise to update faithfully starting right now. I was going to say how busy I've been, and that I haven't cooked anything worthwhile to post about, yadda yadda yadda and other excuses.

But that would be dishonest. And really, who wants to read another blogger fake-apology-post, when there are so very many out there as it is?

So I'm going to be honest: I haven't posted because I got lazy about maintaining this blog, and I've been too depressed to cook or bake anything super new and exciting and "blog-worthy." Yes, I was pretty busy during and after the holidays, with visiting family and celebrating my one-year wedding anniversary (yay!). I have some nifty new cookbooks, and I'm planning on creating some new dishes that I'd like to share with more than just J. But I also lost my job, and along with it my desire to be fun and creative and willing to spend money.

I don't operate well without a plan, and I enjoy a routine that is well-rounded and satisfying. Nothing against spontaneity, but those moments should be the clams in the chowder -- plentiful enough but still a delightful surprise when they appear on the spoon. When my usual life is interrupted by long stretches of boring, do-nothing days (like now), I find it more and more difficult to shake off that feeling of ennui.

In the last few weeks, I did manage to cook and bake a few things. Those cranberry bars? They're now a staple, and I made another batch for Valentine's Day. I also cooked my very first petit filet mignon (a success!) as a very special treat. Even my recent foray into the realm of bone-in chicken worked out beautifully, with the interesting side effect of getting me hooked on dark meat. So it's not a total loss, I suppose.

I don't want to make any promises about the future of this little enterprise, so I'll only ask for your patience. The kitchen still calls to me, and I hope it too will be patient, and willing to re-embrace its former occupant when I feel ready to get back in there.