I used to say that I hate cooking. That it was not my thing, that I would never cook at all if it were possible. But now that I have half an idea of what I’m doing…
I, um, kinda like my kitchen.
I’m not saying that I’m willing to spend hours at a time in it, creating wonders to tease the senses. I will not attempt a souflette, I am not huge into how to turn an eggplant into a fountain dessert. But I like doing some cooking, and even like my food sometimes. I’d say more often than not.
I cleaned most of my kitchen tonight, and put dry goods into canisters to keep bugs out. I think this canister thing is the perfect example of my not so domestic domestic side.
First canister is minute rice. Next three are sugar, flour, and dry milk; the three ingredients you buy in bulk needed for making bread in a bread machine. The last canister is linguini noodles.
These are the basics of my cooking/baking. The bread machine nicely sums up three of them– food that I just put ingredients together and something else does all the hard work. I can still be creative, with spices ans such. The other two are basics that are quick and easy to dress up.
I’d like to have more canisters for more pastas, and maybe one for my pancake mix. I embrace my modern definition of domestic. Maybe I cheat a little hear and there, but I don’t need to start from scratch to feel accomplished. Yet. And I accept that about myself.
Next step: Roomba.
The two bottle above the stove ar Saffflower and peanut oil
Dear Readers,
How do you cheat in your domestic life? What short cuts do you use in cooking? What are the staples in your kitchen?
