Where do I even start? I have not cooked a solid meal at home in um, well, probably since Christmas. I made lasagne. Because I make it every year. Because my grandma did and if I don’t, who will? I never understood everyone’s obsession with the annual stuff, either. By the time I’m done with the assembly of it all, I can hear the burger joint down the street calling for me.
Why don’t I cook anymore? I’ve pondered this question over and over lately and my canned answer is “I don’t feel like it”. Or, I imagine getting out the mise en place, cutting, cooking, cleaning, blah blah blah. Easier to get take-out or nuke something and dine on disposable dinner ware. Easier? Absolutely. Gratifying? Not even close. I am a single lady now and as I venture into this new chapter considering meals I’d like to experiment with, I tell myself it’s too much hassle for just me. Just. Me. Side note: Never say ‘just’ when referring to yourself.
While some might be happy eating take-out and frozen dinners every night, this tiny little chef perched on my shoulder will not stop whispering in my ear. “Try making this” or “psshh, you could easily make that”, he urges. I try to tell him to shut the hell up and get lost but he talks louder. As well he should because he’s right. This culinary itch will not go away unattended.
My latest obsession is Indian food and everything in me wants to perfect Saag Paneer so I can stop buying the mushy, preserved version in pouches from the local grocer’s. If it tastes good from a sealed pouch that has likely been shipped from across the seas, how delicious would it taste made from scratch in my own kitchen? Likely, it would be divine. If I am patient enough to not eat it straight out of the pan as it cooks.
Thank you for reading my “Return of the Long Lost Cheese” post, sans recipe. Stay tuned for a crazy-good Indian recipe. And many more.