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Nothing cooking today, though I cooked egg tacos for my breakfast. |
I guess if you write a blog, you like to write. I read somewhere today that we write because we see things and must share them; that's our job. I don't know. I only know that since I could hold a pencil, I've been writing. For years, it was letters. Before that, it was poetry and all kinds of intense scribbling that kids seem to need to do. Now it's a cooking blog and I'm grateful for it and I'm grateful for you, since you're reading. Grateful to the cooking that brings it all together.
Speaking of cooking blogs, I began a new blog this week in response to Emily's request for a kitchen and pantry list, as well as some recipes suited for cooking for one. I had been thinking of (and had even staked out a name) another cooking blog for a while, but couldn't settle on which focus to pursue. When Emi talked to me about solo cooking, I knew I had my topic. There aren't many posts and the first ones deal with kitchen/pantry, of course. There will be lots of recipes, links to video tutorials, shopping lists and tips, and thoughts on sharing your food. Less stories and more food. It'll grow. Take a peek, though. It's called
Dinner Place: A Blog for Solo Cooks. I'd love emails or comments with recipes/ideas that are great for one person; I'll blog them if I can.
It's a nasty-cold night in Colorado, land of temperate winters and beautiful, warming sun any day of the year. We had a long, warm fall and have had a mostly gentle winter with a few arctic exceptions. But last night, the banshee moaned and the house creaked hard while the wind chimes sang and banged on the front deck. Sometimes, when it gets like that, I make my way out in the dark and put the chimes out of their misery until morning. We get wind here like nowhere else except Alaska and we get it worse up here on the mesa, where it's not unusual to get hurricane-force gales that blow the panels out of the ceiling in the bathroom, scaring the shit out of me. We don't take showers when the wind is up. One time, the panels crashed down into the bathtub while I was at rehearsal, impaling a huge lizard that had, for reasons known only to her, made her way into the bathtub. I came home and, after taking the dogs out and chilling out myself, decided to strip and jump in the shower. Ever since then, I've had a clear shower curtain. Make your own movie here, though it must involve a certain amount of Alyce running back and forth, making a lot of noise.
