If you've been hanging out here with me for a while, you know something about me that surprises many, and generates envy in others: I don't cook. Stuart does pretty much all of the cooking around here, with me stepping in on Father's Day, or after a (rare) particularly long day when Stuart needs a break. Really. I don't cook. I bake - all the time, several times a week, but I don't do any cooking. (Well, I do lunch for me & the kiddies, but you know. That's not really cooking. And I have Katie as my sous-chef.)
A little ways back, I borrowed the book A Homemade Life from the library. I had never read the blog Orangette before, but I kept hearing about it on blogs, and thought I'd check it out. I was totally unprepared, both for the huge enjoyment I got from each chapter, and from the insane desire I suddenly felt to cook something. Me? Cook something?
Mais Oui! I cooked a whole meal - All By Myself. And I'm still using the recipes - my personal favourites are the Grotto Eggs (will you be surprised to hear I had never, ever made scrambled eggs before?) and the red cabbage salad. Mmmm. Even better - the whole crew ate the food I made - and liked it! (Especially Liam.)