I love cooking and eating. Well actually it’s a bit of a love/hate thing. Cause when I cook I want the food to be appreciated, to be enjoyed and a compliment or two will not go unappreciated. Perhaps the compliment is too much to ask? Is it selfish to want your cooking to be appreciated?
The hate part of it is that I married a man who is a picky eater, a texture eater, refined taste…whatever you want to call it; it drives me nuts. Vegetables are the enemy. What’s worse is that now our daughter has become picky, even┬ámore so than hubby. So I’m starting to be outnumbered. Trying to find a meal that will satisfy my dearest husband, my tantrum throwing daughter and also fit into my diet plan is a daily stress.

So I ask myself, Do I view my cooking as an extension of my creativity, something to be enjoyed and admired? Whereas, others view it as ‘just food’, just a necessary part of keeping alive?
These ramblings bring me to the beautiful soup I made today. I boiled down the leftover turkey with some celery that was going soft in the veg drawer. Then later removed the bones and added some rice, carrots and beans – basically whatever I had in the fridge. It was so yummy, I ate two bowls full; which was good since we headed off to a party after and I was so satisfied I wasn’t much bothered about the party food.


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