Ah, dinner. The constant struggle of figuring out what to make, deciding if I have all the ingredients from memory, and then actually making whatever I chose. Lately though, I've been inspired. I've wanted to make food, healthy food, that we enjoy eating.
Here are a few choice dinners over the past few weeks:
OK, so this isn't the healthiest of options. But what we have here is sauteed steaks with a mushroom sauce over cheese grits. Not particularly healthy, but definitely delicious. |
Healthier! Spinach salad with apple-wood chicken sausage, blue cheese, apples, and walnuts. And homemade dressing! |
Mongolian beef (beef, green onions, and cabbage in a sweet sticky sauce over white rice) |
I hate trying to look up recipes at 3:00 in the afternoon, scrambling to come up with a dinner plan.
These meals, and many others including Mexican lasagna, chicken noodle soup, and spicy pulled pork, are the product of years of cooking.
I started baking when I was young, usually with my mom. Though there was this one time when I was 11 and I made chocolate chip cookies but forgot to add the flour. Imagine super flat and crispy burnt cookies with hunks of burnt chocolate dispersed throughout the "dough".
Anyway, when I graduated high school and lived with my parents while working and attending college, my job was to make dinner at least 1-2 nights a week. About 50% of the time, I failed. Miserably. But I learned a lot. You can not save something that has been over salted. Adding a water/cornstarch solution will save a particularly thin sauce. Using fresh herbs is always best.
I now consider cooking to be a hobby. Even a passion. I truly enjoy all the cookbooks I have. I watch the food network religiously. I love to cook and bake for my family and friends. It makes me feel like I am showing them my love through my food.
Plus it feeds the hungry. Two birds with one stone, people.
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