Thursday, January 15, 2009
something strange is going on
I was in the kitchen last night. After dinner. And I was... making gazpacho?! Now while I love all things tomato and the smell of the fresh, juicy, ripe reds wafting through the apartment was a pay-off in itself, I am not the kind of girl who spends her evenings preparing delicious cold Spanish soups! In fact, I'm not even the kind of girl who owns a blender with which to prepare said delicacy. Until of course, the wedding registry. So now I own a blender (thanks Sis!) and now I'm apparently in the kitchen, at night, blending.
But that's not all. A few nights ago I impulsively whipped up some grilled lamb chops with roast vegetables and a green avo salad. This was in the same week that my darling husband got treated to roast chicken and veg on couscous. Made. By. Me.
I don't understand it. I honestly didn't go on any cooking course, I don't have a new cook book, I have never cooked these dishes before and I didn't know that I even knew how...
The only possible explanation therefore, is that when one gets married, a wealth of household information and instruction is automatically imbedded in the bride. A kind of culinary collective consciousness opens up to her as she is welcomed into the fold.
Either that, or my Beautiful Boy is just such an incredibly kind and generous, loving, understanding and supportive Beautiful Husband, he inspires me to greatness. Yeah, I think that's it.