Now I've done it! I have finally decided to put a few more minutes of your day on the endangered species list and start blogging. I really am sorry, but blame yourself. You know that I hold free will in very high esteem.
As I write this, I am congested...from the fire in the fire place? So I woke up this mornig allergic to smoke? That would be a huge problem for me.
So what I plan to post here are plenty of recipes...I have don that on facebook but not everyone is interested in cooking. For me, it is a passion...a form of expression...and a good excuse to incorporate cheese into my diet in ways that only JUST stop short of involving an IV and a bicycle pump.
My cooking philosophy starts with the premise that you must royally screw up a few things. As in, the first loaf of bread I baked...if I could have had about 100,000 of them, I could have been mortgage free since 1988. But now, bread is simple for me. Would not have been had I not tried my hand at masonry, way back. It's the path you walk...short cuts are for the delusional. Do not be fooled...do not be disheartened. Embrace your mistakes, then throw them out to the chickens and you will get eggs. And then you can probably make a pretty decent egg salad.
All sardonyx aside, cooking is a sacred and honorable expression of love. The notion that people look forward to coming over for dinner at my place is astounding and reminds me that for all of the areas in which I ned improvement, my food is something that a lot of people really, really love. If you can nourish people's hearts, minds and bodies, you are doing a darn good thing. If you cook for ANYONE, stop and think of how truly responsible you are for their well-being and happiness. Take my husband...his eating habits on the weekend are pretty good because I am feeding him. But during the week...oy...he never eats breakfast, probably eats lunch out of gas station dumpsters like a damn goat. By the time he gets home, his brain is starving, and he hunts for candy throughout the kitchen like he's riding with Genghis Khan and smoking his hash. Dinner is THE only opportunity that I have to get a decent meal into him. I do this even when I don't feel like it, so I have to keep it interesting for me, as well as for him.
I hope that my posts here give you some inspiration for those nights and days when you just want something diffferent. My foremost advice is, if it sounds good, do it. Don't have a recipe? The universe gave you instincts...they surpass any recipe that you could find in print. I believe that you should establish some basics, and then let yourself of of the leash. I believe more in method than measurement...so a lot of my recipes may seem a bit vague at first (as in, while whipping your root veggies in the mixer, add enough cream to lighten it a bit without making it into butternut pudding). You WILL know what to do.
I also will not be able to help myself from posting the occasional political, spiritual, or what have you piece of thought. And most likely, plenty of posts featuring wine recommendations that won't break the bank. And...I am a chronic crafter, so there will be enough soap, candles and incense to make Pier One Imports feel like a 7-11. You'll just have to deal with that the best you can...if you don't like it, go to the kitchen and burn something and pretend I made you do it.
Peace, Love and Carnitas,
Carolyn
The Olympic Wino
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