Cooking has become a regular outlet for me, something I now do for fun as much as function. I think a lot about food, its role and implications, where it comes from, nutrition and aesthetics. Without letting it take over my life, I’ve been trying to eat as locally, healthily and cheaply as possible, and it’s incredibly rewarding to see my kitchen repertoire steadily growing.
The market has become a regular Saturday event (last weekend I was introduced to chocolate covered blueberries. omg.), making regular produce super easy and accessible.
Here’s some of what I’ve been up to:
Zucchini Cakes: Zucchini makes a daring debut as soul food, fried and with cheese on top.
Spinach Smoothie: Not even gross! Yogurt, milk, peanut butter, banana and a heaping bunch of spinach. Unbelievably tasty and packed with vitamins. shh.
I grew up with homemade sourdough bread, watching my mom feed the starter every week. In college, I could easily bribe friends for rides back home with the promise of mom’s yeast rolls.
They take time, but they’re worth it.
Spicy Thai Coconut Soup: So spicy. So delicious. (On one of our first dates, I cooked up a spicy chill for Peter. Despite being way too potent for his white-boy tastebuds, he stomached a huge bowl. Poor guy. I get a little carried away with the red chill sometimes…)
Add a little nutmeg, a little cinnamon, a few berries… you can’t go wrong with these. I always end up making enough to feed an army, so I chucked a bunch in the freezer and have plenty for future lazy weekend breakfasts.
I’m no Julia Child, but something about having muffins come out perfectly done or finding an exciting new chinese radish to cook with is therapeutic and rewarding to me. Not to mention the satisfaction that comes from watching others enjoy it.