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cosmolinguistI like to cook a lot more than I like to eat. But usually I’m only cooking for myself, and leaving Andrew to fend for himself.
We’re like Jack Sprat and his wife; there’s practically nothing we both eat, and especially when I was working, we’d never eat at the same times of day anyway.
Last night, though, I felt like cooking even though I was too sick and headachey to be interested in eating. Plus I got, in my veg box (lovely magic veg box! i still haven’t gotten over the novelty of this food-turning-up-on-my-doorstep thing) one of the very few vegetables that Andrew will eat but I really don’t like. But he’ll only eat it in stew, where it tastes of gravy anyway.
So yesterday I bought some lamb mince -- I can’t even remember the last time I cooked with meat1 and since it was frozen and I didn’t have to touch it, just dump it out of the bag, it was fine with me -- and chopped up an onion and the swede (that’s the one I’m not keen on) and a few carrots and potatoes and it was just starting to bubble away on the stove when Andrew got in from work.
Domestic goddess, that’s me.
I ladled some of the stew into a bowl and brought it to him, then went to lie down and nurse my headache. From time to time, though, I heard the clinking of the spoon on the bowl as he ate, and I thought there are few things that make me as happy as that sound, evidence that someone is getting something out of my effort, my skill and work is giving nourishment to another person.
(And one who’s not too picky about what it tastes like, so there’s no pressure there!)
I drifted off to sleep quite happily then.
We’re like Jack Sprat and his wife; there’s practically nothing we both eat, and especially when I was working, we’d never eat at the same times of day anyway.
Last night, though, I felt like cooking even though I was too sick and headachey to be interested in eating. Plus I got, in my veg box (lovely magic veg box! i still haven’t gotten over the novelty of this food-turning-up-on-my-doorstep thing) one of the very few vegetables that Andrew will eat but I really don’t like. But he’ll only eat it in stew, where it tastes of gravy anyway.
So yesterday I bought some lamb mince -- I can’t even remember the last time I cooked with meat1 and since it was frozen and I didn’t have to touch it, just dump it out of the bag, it was fine with me -- and chopped up an onion and the swede (that’s the one I’m not keen on) and a few carrots and potatoes and it was just starting to bubble away on the stove when Andrew got in from work.
Domestic goddess, that’s me.
I ladled some of the stew into a bowl and brought it to him, then went to lie down and nurse my headache. From time to time, though, I heard the clinking of the spoon on the bowl as he ate, and I thought there are few things that make me as happy as that sound, evidence that someone is getting something out of my effort, my skill and work is giving nourishment to another person.
(And one who’s not too picky about what it tastes like, so there’s no pressure there!)
I drifted off to sleep quite happily then.
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Date: 2009-11-19 09:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-11-19 09:18 am (UTC)I have never made dumplings, and I'm sure that Andrew's attempts to not eat carbs can mean I'm let off the hook there.
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Date: 2009-11-23 07:04 am (UTC)For the great unwashed among us, what exactly is swede (other than a person from Sweden, who I can't really imagine turning up in your veg box!)
I'm jealous. I would LOVE it if the Produce Fairy visited my house on a regular basis.
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Date: 2009-11-23 07:57 am (UTC)The Produce Fairy is ace! There's been an increasing trend in veg boxes here in recent years; they're locally sourced and tend to be organic and so on, but they cost no more than I'd spend buying these things from the cheap supermarkets around here. Plus it subjects me to things I wouldn't usually buy, especially in the fruit (while I like the taste of a lot of fruits, I have a hard time with the texture of a lot of it... so I bought a juicer and make a lot of smoothies now!).