I love to cook…sometimes.
When the mood hits, I need to find the nearest cooking utensil and go for it. I love homemade food and I’m not afraid to make it.
The mood most often hits when I’ve spent some time looking for recipes. Something…anything new and delicious. The catch is the hubby has to want to eat it. If it is related to cheeseburgers, cheesesteaks or pizza, he’s in. Veggies and starches…not so much. It’s challenging. I went for a long time of not cooking because he wouldn’t eat what I cooked. He did not have the “Eat it or starve” experience growing up.
I also feel rather “cook-ish” when I am around gadgets. I could be the slice and dice queen of the world. I love gadgets! Some don’t make any sense (like a special peeler for hard boiled eggs, unless you have a reason to make several hundred). But they are all just kinda cool. I could never work in a restaurant supply or one of those kitschy kitchen stores that populate the overly priced destination shopping areas. Every week, I would leave with a sack of toys and a bill instead of a paycheck. I have no self control with these things, but if you want waffle cut carrots, come see me. I got just the thing! I have tons of “do-jiggers” from home parties of all sorts. No control, as I said.
I avoid them now for the most part…The parties, gizmo stores and yet there are more creative things on line. Everywhere I turn. It is now, in my retirement, that I am actually trying to use these things. That is provided that I actually recall what the particular item is for.
My Instant Pot is my latest toy. I am finding amazing recipes on line and many call for a gizmo accessory that did not come with the pot. Well, I just gotta get me the gizmo to make my life perfect! Having done some stuff with the instant pot, I can tell you that it really isn’t instant. It is an electric pressure cooker that allows you to sauté food before “pressuring” them. It seems a lot more benign that my parents old pressure cooker. That thing scared me to death. I still have nightmares about scraping Swiss Steak off of the ceiling! But so far, I have had no food volcanoes. I aim to keep it that way. I still have the old pressure cooker as a reminder of what could happen.
I have convinced myself that the next kitchen thingy will be when they invent a contraption that allows you to load the food in one end and have a complete and perfect meal, beautifully plated, come out of the other end.
Now THAT is a gizmo I could truly love!