Some days I start to feel as though I’ve actually become a “cook.”
Three years ago, when my husband worked late I would have panicked, thrown a fistful of noodles in some boiling water, dumped Prego over them, and nuked a bag of frozen peas. Three years ago, when my daughter asked for eggs for breakfast, this is what she would have gotten:
And she would have cried, and I would have cried, and I would have sworn and probably kicked something and declared I was never cooking again.
Instead, thanks to so many factors over the past three years, I have matured (it would appear old dogs can learn new tricks). I didn’t cry about scorching eggs in my new frying pan. Instead, I frowned ever so slightly at my eggs and decided that ceramic* must cook differently than Teflon and that I would learn how to adapt because I don’t want chemicals in my food. And instead of reaching into the pantry for the bag of never-expiring pasta, I looked in my fridge.
I have a zucchini that’s a few days old, I thought.
I have a half an onion that needs to be used up soon.
I have garlic. And some leftover cauliflower from two nights ago.
Without thinking, I started chopping. I threw them all in a frying pan with ghee and started boiling quinoa in another pot. I sprinkled sea salt and pepper into the pan.
“What are you making, Mom?” my daughter asked.
“I’m not really sure,” I admitted. “But I think it will be good.”
And it was.
When everything was ready at (magically, the same time, which never would have happened three years ago), I stirred the onions, garlic, and zucchini into the quinoa, spooned the other veggies on top and topped it with fermented red cabbage. And I stood back and marveled. Not at myself, since this was, after all, incredibly easy, but at the difference between tonight’s supper and the ghost of suppers past–the frozen pizza, the TV dinners, the tuna-noodle-helper–all the processed-to-death foodish products I relied on when I couldn’t cook. So I wouldn’t have to learn to cook.
I’m so glad those ghosts are behind me.
*For 10 years my husband and I have thought about getting new cookware. But it’s expensive, and we didn’t know what to get, and the stuff we’d piece-mealed together were sufficient… Finally, though, I decided it was time. Because we suspect our son has a nickel allergy, I didn’t want to go with stainless steel, so we decided on Xtrema ceramic pots and pans. Many thanks to my mom for this fabulous Christmas gift!