for someone who is often labeled as being a "foodie" and who went to the trouble of getting a professional certification from a cooking school and who edits the food content on a certain smoking hot blog
i sure as hell don't cook very often. i'm not completely sure why this is, because i love grocery shopping and i love chopping and prepping and good golly i love eating, but for the past few weeks (months?) i've cooked very little and baked just a bit. the other day the darling boy (half jokingly?) asked me if i was going to make us something for lunch, and i had to confess that i was playing the part of old mother hubbard. well, actually, i was more like mother "lots of random items of which none combine to make a decent meal" hubbard, with my errant can of lychees, frozen brittany veggie medley, and oodles of vinegars, sauces, and oils.
i think a big part of my not cooking comes from the fact that more often than not i am cooking for just me; while i have two built in best buddies in the form of roommates we don't cook communally (although they will happily taste test just about anything i offer up) and the darling boy and i have an ongoing menage a trois with the menu from a local thai food delivery place (he will carry away my homemade cookies and treats by the brimming handful). cooking for one is fine, except that it means leftovers, and while i adore eating the contents of my restaurant doggie bag the day after (i like to eat this kind of stuff cold--weird, huh?) i grow easily bored of eating piece of chicken number six in an eight piece series. hell, i grow weary of piece number two, to be frank. so i cheat and load up on packaged stuff from trader joe's or kraft dinner (er, mac & cheese for the yanks) and i put cooking on the backburner (hardy har har).
tonight, however, i faced my foe in the form of a fresh set of three boneless pork loin chops. i scanned a cookbook or two and found something from martha stewart that i could riff on; sometimes i like to take the jazzy jam session approach to mealtime, you know? swap out the oj called for in the recipe with some of the grapefruit juice on hand in the fridge, crumble in some of the dried oregano i got this summer as a gift, chop some garlic, drop in a pinch of sugar and a twist of the peppermill, toss in a an eyeballed two tablespoons of soy sauce, and voila--a marinade! i steamed some baby broccoli, cut up some heirloom cherry tomatoes and drizzled them with olive oil, s & p and some freshly grated parmesan, and cooked up the chops.
hey! i made me some dinner! it was quite tasty, and quite easy, and loads of fun. yes, i have some leftovers, but i'm just going to have to get over that. i want to do more cooking in the near future... and when a certain someone comes over for lunch, i want to pick up my chef's knife and not a takeout menu and the phone.