Those other places to eat don’t know how to act. Yeah!
Actually, I’m going to follow Greece’s lead for awhile and have a period of financial austerity. What does this mean, dear clever reader?
It means no more weekly makeup binges at the local Rite Aid.
It means no more daily latte binges at work.
It means…and I hesitate to even type this because it feels so final…
We are going to stop spending 40% plus of our income on the local restaurant biz. I am going to start cooking.
I’m giddy with fear.
But, I do feel a certain piousness creeping over me since I’ll be placing my hand in the unseen hand of countless women and men throughout time who have performed the common daily ritual of cooking. I feel completely in solidarity with those who have gone before me, stirring and frying…measuring and chopping.
I confess, I don’t often cook because it seems so pedestrian…so…boring. I can hear many of you friends/readers out there gasping, and so my hope is that you will share your love of cooking with me. Inspire me with your culinary fantasies and successes.
Otherwise…my cooking adventure may end with this post.
Now where can I get a super cute and frilly apron??