Since I've been retired, I have been cooking. My husband has cooked for most of our married life, and now that I'm home, I have been getting creative in the kitchen. It's not a good time for me to try to lose weight.
I have never cooked gumbo in my entire life. Wayne cooks it frequently, especially when the weather starts turning cooler. I told him that I wanted him to teach me to cook gumbo, and today was the day. Well, he started to cook, and I told him I was going to go shopping. I kissed him goodbye, and he said, "You little punking-out-on-gumbo-cooking-lessons thing." I said, "I know, but I want to go shopping while the football game is on, and it's not too crowded." I told him I would learn to cook gumbo the next time.
When I came back from shopping, he had just finished cooking. Perfect timing! The gumbo was good. My husband is a great cook.
I really do plan on learning how to cook gumbo. But tomorrow, I am going to cook chia muffins and granola - I downloaded those recipes from Dr. Oz and The Chew. And one of these days, I want to cook Boeuf Bourguignon. (I had to get Julia Child's Mastering The Art Of French Cooking out of my library just to be able to spell that.) Ever since I saw that movie with Meryl Streep playing the part of Julia Child, and Amy Adams blogging about cooking all of Julia Child's recipes in one year, I have wanted to make Boeuf Bourguignon.
Sometimes when I read recipes, if they are too complicated, I don't even attempt them. Other times, I follow all the instructions, and even if the food tastes fabulous, I think to myself, "Well, it was good, but it was way too much work."
I imagine that when I finally make Boeuf Bourguignon, it will only be once. If I really like it, I'll order it in a restaurant.