I done cooked
It used to be that I cooked a lot. Lately, though, it’s become a bit of a rarity. Dinner, you say? How about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Or some dino-shaped chicken nuggets? Or (gasp!) McDonald’s? I’ve made a couple of homemade pizzas here and there, but the stove and oven have been woefully under-utilized.
Inspiration struck yesterday, though. Some purty tomatoes and fingerling potatoes were eying me from the counter, in need of some cooking before they passed along to the Land of the Spoiled Produce. Oh, and I also bought a big ol’ log of goat cheese at Costco the other day that was begging to be used. (Oh, how I love goat cheese.) So I cranked up the stove, the oven and the grill and had dinner on the table when Scott pulled in the driveway.