I have a confession, but first, let’s look at where the world is at.
In Japan, the Prime Minister declared a state of emergency. No more Pokemon Go-ing.
In BC, lotto sales are down, which astounds me, I would have thought more people would be investing in the lotto than the stock market. In Vancouver, Stanley Park is going car-free. The trees will be happy.
Here, without the boys, The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World worked on her homework as diligently as Ben Affleck trying to outdo Matt Damon’s cinematic success. It’s really quite impressive. She chases out the dog, locks herself in the room and powers through her courses, typing tests or webinars.
When she emerges, she’s usually full of all sorts of cool information like how to deal with difficult people (a skill she now uses on me all the time), how to be a better listener, why a keyboard is set up the way it is, or that Pokemon means Pocket Monster. Her brain is now so stuffed with knowledge, I think it’s turning her hair grey.
As for me, yes, I confess, I am now watching cooking shows.
It could be worse, I guess, (like watching bachelorette or reruns of Manimal), but I kinda got interested in cooking things now that I can’t just eat at Earls or go to Paris for a croissant.
In my time, I did watch Kitchen nightmares and Top Chef, but those are really just entertainment shows, like the news these days. Now, however, I’m watching how to make a good Irish Shepard’s Pie, with Guinness or the best ways to BBQ a maple beer burger, or how to cook an amazing soup with lentils, fish stock and wine.
Ok, a lot of those recipes seem to have alcohol in them, but that’s part of cooking, if I’m understanding things correctly. A little slosh in the marinara, a little slosh for you, a few ounces of tequila in the tacos, and a shot for me, a cup of red wine in the aptly-named slow cooker red wine pot roast, and 2 glasses for me.
Ok, make that 4 glasses.
Yesterday, I made a decent roast chicken. Today, we had leftovers. Efficient, economical, and tasty.
It’s weird though, I started out with a whole bottle of wine, but by the time the chicken was in the oven, the bottle was empty. I don’t remember drinking it, but then I don’t remember how I ended up in my mustang with no pants, singing My Sharona while writing my blog on toilet paper. (I’ll have that blog for you tomorrow).
Anyway, I have great plans to create some incredible meals, to make my own chicken broth, and if I can figure it out, maybe my own potato vodka. Who knows?
Wish me luck, I need to get more groceries soon (and about 3 shopping carts full of wine, liquor and beer – essential cooking supplies).
In the meantime, be safe, be healthy and respect this new world.